"akes" poems
There are countless tally marks engraved into this
pit of hurt and sorrow. I have been down
here lying flat on my belly trying not to
grind my teeth. Your name keeps
circling my head making me
dizzier and dizzier by the
minute. When I finally
realize I am being su-
rrounded by water,
it's too late.I look
all around for an
escape but your
name just dan-
ces in front of
my eyes. Eve-
ry hole on my
face starts to
fill up. I beg
myself to st-
op crying, but
I can't hear.
The water wa-
nts to take
me too, but
the weight
tied around
my ankles m-
akes it impos-
sible. When
I look up thr-
ough the tra-
nquil water I
swear the
last thing
I see is
your
sm
il
e.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
its been a year and
I still don't know w
hat to say when so
meone asks me abo
ut the scars. My fri
ends tell me I look t
he same as I did fiv
e years ago and I a
m relieved, nothing
has changed. She te
lls me she likes the
heart shape my face
akes but I feel a little
broken when I see na
rrow noses and almo
nd eyes. The song yo
u burned for me two
years ago still feels fa
miliar but our friends
hip feels like it's only
taking small baby st
eps forward and I a
m afraid we are too g
entle again, unsure. I
miss it, but I don't. I m
iss it. I don't I don't I
don't. Things are wobb
ly again. I'll be here.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
M ightily the sun shines,
E verywhere, flowers are blooming
A ll over, colours are changing
L akes are being filled with fishes
O ver the fields the critters are crawling
N oisily, the bees make sweet honey
E ating away at my soul.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
Heads up heads up h
eads
up
The fear
Takes my t
akes
my
Blood away blood away b
lood
away.
Slow down slow down s
low
down
The race
Give me g
ive
me
Another day another day a
nother
day.
**Heads
Up
The
Fear
Takes
My
Blood away
Slow
Down
The
Race
Give
Me
Another day.**
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
The silent songs that I hear seem so far away
Like a distant whiff and chaff loikw the wind,
I close my eyes and let the whisperers tell me their secret.
For years, I travelled on a road that had me comparing and striving fo something that was never there.
I felt like I was in despair and if I was utterly confused.
And then I found my peace in a better piece.
A poem that settled my mind at ease, that had me cruising above more than I could see. I left a little part of me in everyone I've met and so it was the cause for wonder when I caught up in a glam dream.
My peace that I found in Eartyhwas a single poem found named
Desiderata. Thank you for my peace the one that actually !akes me sleep.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
don't know what it is about bleeding
that makes my poor heart come alive
I'm dressing in red for a reason
and tonight I'll be totally blind
it's then I will learn how to see You
with eyes I could never explain
You answer my questions completely
in blood You let pour through my veins
While others discuss what is dying
I'll listen because I am Yours
as both of my bodies surrender
I will make my way back to before
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
See○ing○you
with someone {new}
it's a punc_ ture wound;
it's a ra/zor/blade/tooth/
& i ₩anna be €ool
but there's. no. room.
'cause this heart's #shreds
it's>all >consumed
¿What¿ is it about me
that isn't eno[ugh]
youheldMyHand
》》》i never asked》for》 it
It's as if you - LiVE - to - **** me. in.
late night whiskey/morning gin
i make¡ you¡ come¡
you~make~me~shake
meltIntoone
Oh,...;But,...Wa,........itTtttt/tttt,...
When #daylight _ shows
none. of. it. matters.
it's like; the dawn makes
your memory scat>>>ter
& I ******* know (how it) always ends
Yet; here. I. am.
back\\ .again.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
I doubt that you love me, though I don't know for sure, I'm hoping that one day there'll be an open door, one that opens with a squeak and a squeal or maybe a sharp crack, one that when opened you can't quite close back, one that makes you miss me when I stray to far away, one that makes you want to draw me nearer every day, one that maybe even makes you want to make me stay. I want a door to open that hurts you when my heart breaks, a certain type of door that cures all my akes, a door I can close behind me when I step in, a door that closes and still let's light in, a door where on the other side my lover is my best friend.....
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC