"lovenotes" poems
He penned
Little
Lovenotes
To the girl
With the
Braided hair
Shiny nose ring
A black rose tattoo
On her ankle
A damaged soul
With half cresent smiles
Crookedly woven smiles
Who always rejected
His advances
Maybe because of
Trust and daddy issues
That haunted
Her dark heart and colorful mind.
©
@roguelover in mirakee
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
your fingers carve canyons in my spine
digging to the deepest reaches of me,
and i am exposed.
you are pulling me close enough to you that
it is a surprise that we do not melt together;
your skin becomes mine; mine, yours.
we are one and the same.
you are changing my geography;
i am shaking, an earthquake.
you have broken open my fault-lines.
i have been told that bites, craters,
are lovenotes on the skin.
what, then, are these,
these canyons that trail my back?
you have left scars on me:
not scars that wound,
scars that change.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
H •= Heart falling into to the soul of loveNotes.
E •= Earth knows about this love page we express.
L •= Love became easily to love and support each other.
L •= Love can be defined by Intimate emotions that never
lies.
O •= Organizations of words combined its together sounds
smooth and understandable that's how we called it
"poetry".
P •= People's feeling becomes better by reading.
O •= Officially is Hello Poetry.
E •= Entertaining people around us.
T •= True Poems.
R •= Really good and motives ourselves.
Y •= Yes I love it.
"HELLO POETRY"
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
and when you were three years old. how did he ask you. where did you go. how many times did you go there. hearts above my head. wants to know me i want to know you. glad he put me on his car radio. is that all you think of. smeared across the windshield. starry eyed. constellations forming at the tip of your tongue. double cap my stars.
start speaking to me in astrology.
— my sweet baby. cowardly little girl —
little mouthed lovenotes
mysteries hidden beneath layers of red puffy cheeks huffy breath little smirk swollen eyes. holds me in his arms like a fragile plant. waters me with stories from his past. dreams of the future.
kiss the walls of my house. reach the rooted truths.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
I hate,
I forgive,
I rewind
those fantasies,
those honeysuckle
lovenotes,
I run,
I climb,
I cling
to movement,
to steer clear from
succumbing to
depression
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC