"breif" poems
Fill the hollow crevice of my existence
With light, show me a warmer way
Stop numbness from taking over
I am slipping further0 into dismay.
Down the senseless pit of despair
My direction is out of control
Darkness paralyzes my mind
Strangling thoughts that crawl and roll
Constricting my body until I give up
I kick the air but cannot land a blow
The empty space will never stop resisting
The sound of my own scream has become my foe.
The endless void swallows my voice
Here the tears I cry fall forever
The lies I have told mean nothing now
I knew my will was always meant to sever.
Faced with nothingness all around
This is my life; a big black hole
It's slowly shoving me outwards
Little by little, pain taking over my soul.
Chaos has reality gripped
In a tight but unsure grasp
Confusing the mass of color
And motion contained in its clasp
Bullied by the tidal wave of isolation
Head above water though it is strong
Giving up the ability to move
Surviving by the current floating me along.
My consciousness is traveling lethargically
I no longer feel my torso or limbs
Attempt to wiggle a finger but it won't budge
It takes all my strength to speak and part dry lips.
This is where existence ceases
Where time's beginning meets its end
An unending loop of monotonous emotions displayed
A breif instant in which Eternity life does suspend
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
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is creaking on the well like a fine cylinder. it's because steeper or 10:27 clunking
a light of amiable is sort of. at 10:31 a common a cool the. into if.
a very sorry long is diacriticly loose with the scab of lunging trees
by the barn 10:31:53 is . it's was almost because i did i well jeez
the june is a crimped fine determined juice. did it seem because or and a breif
i s haloed somewhat or creaking a junebug is big for by the stalls shuffling with legs in the sort of barn by the 10:36 it's gabled a bit. or does it seem a because well did i and meyou. pm well it were 10:37 and longest brown is seemingly. otherwise unmarked a phonetic element. by a 10:39PM leafing softly
the scuttle a. unnerved little scraping. beneath or metatarsaled cadence a the grassed stripping earth went from the basest mouth of timbered certainly to the unskinniest blue. a vanity of wheels or because well did i jeez
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
#
You once asked me
Why won't you tell me who you loved?
I responded gently
As if speaking to a child
When you love somebody
So closely and dear
Its a moment in your heart
Where your mind becomes clear
Painted so vividly within your thoughts
The ones that you love stands bright and tall
*The moments we spend together
They were special
Nobody knows about it
The more people who know
The less special it becomes*
I smiled to myself
As I dazed off about that time
To which you countered with
How do you know if he felt the same?
Silence filled the air
As I thought for a moment
*Quite frankly I dont know
I have no solid proof
It was unspoken between us
It was a breif time of our youth*
Then why is it so special?
*Because I loved him
No matter if those feelings
Were returned or not*
#
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
the sun romances the night sky
seeping its slow blue
into the wheeling starfeild
its own grandeur carousel fades
as the stars dulled by the dawn stray away
one by one they bid farewell to the day
dawn
her blushing bride endeavor
expanded to her full embrace horizon to horizon
leaves fine line lace of mist
on the water
and begins to warm to announce
the forthcoming of her proud man
noon approaches
thundering hoofs of furnace heat his stallion
his brow breaks with the sweat of his labor
pushing the sun up to her pedestal heights
so a breif rain sqaull rocks our ragtag little ship
noon throws lightening and makes such rousing appeal
but the younger sister approaches
and noon must forsake his place
the quiet seductress afternoon
with her hazy summer heat lulling
and her many sweet scents and sounds
lay with you in the grassy field and
makes love to you with dreams of everlasting summer
and remembrances of childhood carefree abandon
she calls out to her mother evening
who comes and with a mothers love cools your brow
suppertime and laughter with loved ones
gathered at the kitchen table
dream time in safe places of the soul
finally night comes
slipping in silent and swift
deep and quiet he is mystery
gathering of soldiers who fail to conquer
gathering of lovers who two by two not
only are the world but make it anew
with love and with children
now full circle we have come
on the spiral track of our days
as the sun romances the night sky
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
You ****** exotic,
beautiful creature.
Here we are again
I made sure to not be tardy this time
Which was easy since you moved ten minutes away
You called me seven times on the
walk from the parking lot, to your front door.
On the fourth call you mentioned pouring another shot of Jim Beam
So no, I will not be ******* you.
I am obligated to let you know I am a mess.
That is, I would have told you I am a mess
If you didn't mute me by providing more then enough proof it was mutual.
you said lets dump our boyfriends
date each other
Poly wouldn't be enough attention for you
Who have passed self destructive
into destroyed.
With your unzipped *** stained lingerie and ****** that I found
Still inside you.
you forgot it was there when you asked me to **** you
the next morning
After my fifteenth no.
God bless that ******
Caution tape boon from some deity I should pray to more often.
Blessing me with one last chance to think before my actions.
That ****** saved me from any number of potential tragedies.
Yes I was disgusted
Not because the cotton string was mistaken originally for some sort of ***** rat tail.
Not because I imagined for a breif moment, a tiny sufficated animal
who got a little to curious.
Not because you were offended I wouldn't yank it out and **** you anyway,
instead of assuming it was a sign
I should stop my hands.
Go to bed.
Disgusted at myself.
if not for that magical used ******
from what I assume to be
the God of a full eight hours of sleep and
Inverted libido
I would have let myself be seduced Into spiraling back into ******* the pain away.
I've worked too hard at reminding myself who I am.
To let myself be the man who throws away the bruised hearts.
Or drowns them in a sea of bodies.
No.
Now that you've woken me.
Put your body away.
Now that you're sober.
Where is your heart.
Go on, get it.
Beautiful.
God is that a specimen.
Bruised from aorta to base.
Here's mine.
All purple and calloused.
Uncanny isn't it?
almost Identical
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
walking home in the rain
with "i'm alrights" hanging over your head
sad sayings you tell even sadder souls
you meet on the bus
over yonder
they sit in the back.
eyes
trained on you
waiting for you to answer the question marks they carry on their heads
and the burdens they carry on their shoulders
and when they need something or want to talk
they look to you
for breif bits of carbon dioxide
trade offs.
they're
spitting tongues
moving like motors
you sit and listen to the hum as it lulls you to sleep
but you're still here right next to them and
you are
exchanging laughter now
that is
muffled by padded rooms behind your teeth.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
I'll leave my resolution as she leaves her
tight black dress apon the floor.
In passion of a ***** tinted kiss.
we'll forget the times to follow if only
in are trainwreck splendor.
Two souls thirsting for contact.
Tearing at one another like children unwrapping
gifts from under the tree.
Plessure is a dream togather were caught willing
victims of a lost night and a years end.
As tommorows starts a year's slow decline.
In her eyes I need only a glimpse to recall.
The madness that was in the streets we
stole a nights most simple plessure.
A private partys afterglow is such a bittersweet
tressure we'll recall togather.
In the velvet of a embrace more than skin did connect.
Within thoose eye's the embers of that private
party for a breif moment does reflect.
As traces of reallity plague the return of the following
day.
One kiss tasting of devilish remorse I caught a whisper of love
But in a shallow moments thought just watched it
walk away.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
head spinning, it hurts like it shouldn't that i think what i couldnt when things were begining and you were winning me over, wouldnt it be nice if we could toss the dice and mimic the devices that left us on our knees, fast forward to the ever elusive striaghtforward tease ive become, not in your absense, but from things left undone, words left unsaid hide behind nostolgia that eats away and craves attention in my head, growing with every shared breath in your bed, you think i'm talking about *** and the haunting ghosts of longing thats causing my stalling, preventing the steps i might take in softening the brown eyed mourning, little white lies storming off my mouth because i would hate for you know i love you, not because i ****** you, because i know your dad drives a red truck and survives with you deprived from his life , because i know your mom shoots up in cheers to disputes in your familys broken roots, because everytime i see you i forget everything.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 3:40 PM UTC
Poetry was never intended to express your banal and stupid feeeeeelings, do not reduce it to lowest level of hatred, poetry is not your vehicle to be clever or breif. I Have no interest to read about your pathetic love life. I'd rather read about the life of a fly than your meager attempts at being recognized, have the courage to be Anonymous.... you can't can you? Too many poets, too little poetry.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
A dream, is only a dream.
Right?
A dream, is a figure of something that'll never be a reality.
A dream, is a breif hope.
So was said.
Is it truthfully only a figure, a brief hope, a hole to cover up pain?
Or is it simply mistaken?
A dream could become who you are.
If you take that fiure, it will turn into hope.
Hope that a future does exsist.
A future you can control, one you can make yourself.
So a dream might be a figure, a brief hope, a patch to cover the pain.
But it starts with a dream to become something great, it takes a nightmare to become something we never imagined.
-Lovey
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Hey kid
Its a little bit
Better after
The devil leaves
His barber shop chair
Behind and walks
Into the liqor isle.
I m there looking
At red bread tags.
Your still with your
Parents. Im not
Embarrassed
You feel the cold beer
Your father slid over your
Necks left side.
The can was silver
Like the old lawn mower
In the dark shed.
Im still with the moment
Of diverting the truth.
When he says
They havent fired him yet.
The new hair cut starts looking
Old again. And our time in the
Store was breif to catch
One of the last busses.
Look for me the last
Person in here I wanted to see.
I was eyeballing my favorite
Sky scraper a brown bottle
Of whiskey.
I make up the party
And become the bussiest
Man or women walking past
The carts.
I wish there were more years
To give me the store
And a house bigger
Then the hill side.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
A flash of light stifles my grief
Have you ever seen such brightness?
The individual strands of sorrow
Illuminated by a hidden thief
My darkness, your lightness
What sweet and careless madness
To know of joy and know it well
Tell me, are you happy here?
Or in perfection, plagued by sadness
Lonely where only your sanity dwells
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
It was with innocence and beauty her voice floated in the air
She had an honest smile and the hint of magic hiding in her eyes
The night whispered of lost dreams and the air had the scent of nirvana
He could feel the murmur of hope in the beat of his heart
His throat tightened as his pulse quickened
Something in his voice broke and he found himself unable to speak
He gave a breif smile and then walked away not knowing her name
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
Come close, friends, and huddle near
As I retell the story of the Children of Lir
Come close, ye travelers, I'll try to be breif
I can tell of the messy teenager, Blackfooted Gulleesh
Come close, little children, and listen all
To what happens when leprechauns venture into kings halls
Come close by the light in this untimely snow
I'll tell of Balar and Lugh's mighty throw
And as we fall asleep and turn off the lights
I'll tell of how cunning beats giants in a fight
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
The confusion collapses around me
A torrent of emotion barreling though members of the crowd
But it only takes a second
Now everything is clear
And....
Honestly
All I ever wanted was to be cut free
Is that as shallow as it seems?
In my heart
I know
No one will mourn
Only regret
For what could of been
You'll never know it
But i fought for you
I worked this breif day away
I sutured the pain
I sewed my mouth
And threw my soul
All of this
To gain or regain
Now no one knows
And yet they care
Or i know they would've
Had they seen me
As this here, or, my world
Is pulled undone and beams of light
Pierce the darkness and my eyes
Lifting up
I've yet so much to do
Help me
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
I do not welcome death with open arms, but I want to swim out in to the ocean untill im to tierd to swim back.
An I wonder if I haunt his dreams the way he torments mine.
To hold close for such a breif second, only to have it riped from my finger tips for he cannot love me as I Need.
I want to fall asleep in his arms I just need him to want me.
Why is all my poetry to him, when he couldnt care less but someday when I am gone I hope he reads these an knows.
Knows he still dwells with me in my dreams.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I log onto the website and instantly check
did I get a message from her yet?
She is so adorable
she has such a sweet soul
How do I know this?
Through her poems
I start to get to know her
Through our breif talks
I get to understand her
She has so much potential
Her work just blows me away
So what if shes only 15?
age is just a number
Age doesnt mean a thing
She is a breath of fresh air
Brightening my day
with her excited messages
I cant help my little smile
So on here I intoduced her
knowing it will help
her already shining work
become a becon of hope
So Hey
LittleMsPink
WELCOME
TO HELLOPOETRY
:-D
From your friend
Fenix Flight
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Drowning
Under and under
Blackness grips my heart
I ache and suffer
Sputtering dreams from pale lips
Hands from below reach and grab
Kicking and struggling for surface
That gleam of light I never seem to have
Air is so scarce
Hard to hunt
In loneliness I hide
Freezing depths, no sign of sun
Limitless possibilities
Because it is only in my head
This vivid feeling
Anxious, wish for peace instead
Insecurity constricting my thoughts
Haunting my wild mind
A dark fantasy out of control
A reason to cry hard to find
Here in my dark corners
Tears are nothing, salty wishes
Breif drops of ocean, tributes,
To the chaos my brain misses
So, with much misery
And little sense
Top of lake approaches
Breath gone, hung in suspense
My lungs have failed again
Oxygen vanished, happiness too
You don't need water to feel like you are drowning
I sink further each time I look at you.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
One more sleepless night for me
Haunted by every mistake
I'd rather be in dreams, asleep
My mind forces me to stay awake.
My eyes wide open against my will
The hours tick slowly away
I anxiously wait to drift off
So I won't have to suffer the next day.
My brain races, wonders, explodes
Wandering beast of demise
Meandering along its determined path
Despite loud echoing cries.
Each wretched nightmare I undertake
Is while sleep provides no relief
I lie in silence hoping for
A bit of rest, no matter how breif.
At last, my head breaks free from chains
Dozing, I'm happy I win
Dreams only last for so long
Until the next miserable day can begin.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Remember when we use to hold hands and walk towards the sun?
Our illusion of love taking us higher away from reality.
Remember when we use to kiss?
Butterflies exploding from within,
Heart fluttering unevenly.
Remember how we use to laugh together?
Roll my head back and let it go,
Tears forming, stomach hurting.
Remember when you said you loved me?
Time froze, you took my face in your hands.
Mouth to mouth,
Soul to soul,
Both hearts beat as one.
A moment so breif,
Lingers forever with me.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
The house had burned down
Though the home was destroyed
Long before the curling flames
Ever touched the old wood
Every night she drank
Far more that she should
And every chance he got
He left her for someone else
Always yelling and fighting
They were never calm or sober enough
To spend any meaningful time
With their only daughter
She was a lonely young girl
Who walked on eggshells
A girl with beautiful black hair
That covered the bruises well
She would stay in her room
Trying her best not to get involved
Hoping the extra lock on the door
Would hold out one more night
She never wanted to go back
But if she didn't it would be worse
She thought as she came home
On an overcast fall day
Besides, They were always
Passed out drunk anyway
By the time she came home
From school or practice
Looking up from the ground
She saw a strange sight
Deep black smoke filled the evening air
Where her house used to be
She knew better than anyone
Her parents were still in there
The fire blazed in her eyes
And something kindled in her heart
A breif grin came on her face
As she put her hood up
And walked off past sirens and lights
Into the cold autumn night
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
A nuetron star born in a silent room for a breif moment. A cascading caphoney cracked and cratered my cranium in a moment of concious exhileration. Dumb struck and reeling as i found my self in the malestrom of a magnificant multichromatic multiverse. Touching to touch what crazy subconcious thing have you seeded into my mind.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
I already know what you're going to say,
"I love you, how could you just walk away? "
And because im not quite sure of how i should reply,
I kiss you on the forehead and whisper "Goodbye".
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
Moonstruck
stareing out windows
Frantic fingers type
Manic words
About things i cant explain
Yet need you to understand
Like why i reread the same books
And why i think its funny
That you have the same passion for math
That i have for words
And how those things
Covort in my brain
Like children trying to play the same game of pretend
And that it works for breif moments
Do you see it
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC