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Blue eyes on a clear day.
Bluer when the sun hits just right.
I've seen her eyes the bluest when the kid in the red shirt showed up.
Her eyes locked and practically green.
A color on her I've never seen.
Like the seasons changed, so did her eyes.
Eyes so far from the blue skies that once drew me to her.
Jealously struck.
She became a monster.
Green eyed distraught.
I might have lost her.

*Green eyed distraught when it's pouring outside and your sky tells no secrets.
Your petrifying skies that force me on my hands and knees until they bleed screaming
"SKY, WHY DOES HE THINK MY EYES ARE GREEN?"
Seemingly colorblind after he struck me with his lightning,
radiating me with yellows, blues, and pinks
and I'm sorry that I'm still dead and cold after everything.
He wore the wrong color.
Shirts as red as the passion he had only for blood.
As red as the stop signs that I will not let keep me from moving forward.
Deciding to run some place warmer.
Writing you a letter on a purple piece of paper.
Where the sun hits just right.
Signing it, "Sincerely, Your Darling Little Monster."
This is a "collab" I wrote with Jorge Echevarria. His writing is in italics, and mine is in bold. http://hellopoetry.com/jorge-echevarria/
You wrap me in your arms much like a father
I feel safe, like mine never made me feel
You were never perfect, but you tried, never once calling me a bother
The hurt he embraced on me, you tried so hard to heal
What were once deep and open wounds, are now only scars
The impact is still there, reminding me of the pain but it no longer stings
I used to believe in nothing, but now in shooting stars
You took me in as your own, let me discover my own wings
You helped me find my way, became my father, you were always more than just a teacher
Summer came way too soon, and I had to fly away from the one love I knew was true
I love you always, as you do me, this goodbye has brought tears and blur
Remember I'll never stray too far, for I know my heart will always bring me back to you.
Dad.
Standing in the rains
Broken skies , Heavens unleashed
Sadness of the soul washes away
I'm standing in the rain it's very peaceful here
Unintentionally void and constantly in a vortex of disobeying laws, morals, drinking too much.
Struggling with figuratively wearing my seat belt but getting in the car anyway.
**** IT. I'LL HEAD FOR THE HILLS.
I slam my foot on the gas peddle.
Skull through the windshield.
Crashed into a tree.
In a drunken masquerade, I'm picking all of the pieces up from the wreckage around me.
And forgive me, because I forgot how beautiful that hour long drive was.
Forgive me because those car accidents weren't and left pieces of me on the highway.
Because I'm working towards the day where I will never let green lights scare the **** out of me again.
Trying to find the rest of my pieces solemnly and natural.
Trying to get my license by next week.
I hate to say I don't care
But honestly life is so unfair
I dare not to say a word of more
Because I literally don't care anymore
Thank you hello poetry for selecting this as the daily poem but as well to everybody else! Hope your really enjoyed the poem!:)
My eyes are widely open and all I see is nothing. Everything is gone like it vanished and all that is left is my bed and my stuffed bear.
I look around and all I see is nothing else but darkness. It was as silent as a grave yard, yet I heard whispers from behind me but I guess it was just my imagination and I was starting to lose it.                                
Sometimes small birds are taken by big birds, like a chick being taken by an eagle but in this case I felt like I was the chick. It was chilly and I had goose bumps. The cold breeze was increasing, round and round, it went around me. It felt like cockroaches, spiders, ants, and worms were all crawling around me at the same time.                              
I was alone, well that I thought until the whispers got louder. Turned on at the end of the corner was a low lantern light that reflected to some parts of the room.                                                                                “This is just a dream” I scream out loud as I notice the scary shaped shadow twirling around me in circles. There was nothing else to describe this night attack.                                                                                   I became a screaming bird, so loud but not proud. I paused and froze for about 9mins then realized that this is all just a nightmare and I need to wake up.
Closing my eyes, being a free bird again, not being scared anymore and telling myself that this is just a nightmare. I open my eyes and everything is back to normal. I guess it was just a NIGHTMARE “a scary and freaky one”.
the nightmare and more other. my poem
I lie on the bed
While your gentle caress sweeps across my skin
But I can't help
Thinking why you want me
When there's so many other fish in the sea
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