Zoe_Ana wrote:
Oof...I just realized all my poetry is somewhat depressing. Oh well. I call this one "A Tortured Mind" :
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
Isn't everyone's? Haha.
I really like it, Zoe_Ana. You have a way with words. Thanks for sharing!
The next poem is one I wrote in a pit of despair. I had just had the chance to meet my biological mother, but she wasn't quite...who I wanted her to be. It's called: "The Daughter's Message."
Did you ever really love me?
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Do you see the child you once knew,
Or a girl with walls you can't get through?
See, I thought love was supposed to be blind,
Unrestrained by the barriers called space and time.
Maybe I thought wrong, or maybe you just lied.
Maybe you didn't realize how long I've been dying inside.
Because you have everything and me?
I'm just haunted by all my broken needs.
Hungering for the slightest chance to see you again,
Hoping these tears won't fall like ink splatters from the pen.
Because you were supposed to be my mother.
But you left me, and you're expecting another
To come and clean the life you've torn asunder?
Well, guess what? This is your mess.
What part of "I'm your daughter," don't you get?
It's too late for you to try and raise me.
See, you may be my mother, but you're not the one I call "Mommy."
Did you ever really love me?
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Do you see the child you once knew,
Or a girl with walls you can't get through?
See, I thought love was supposed to be blind,
Unrestrained by the barriers called space and time.
Maybe I thought wrong, or maybe you just lied.
Maybe you didn't realize how long I've been dying inside.
Because you have everything and me?
I'm just haunted by all my broken needs.
Hungering for the slightest chance to see you again,
Hoping these tears won't fall like ink splatters from the pen.
Because you were supposed to be my mother.
But you left me, and you're expecting another
To come and clean the life you've torn asunder?
Well, guess what? This is your mess.
What part of "I'm your daughter," don't you get?
It's too late for you to try and raise me.
See, you may be my mother, but you're not the one I call "Mommy."
Abigail_Austin wrote:
Zoe_Ana wrote:
Oof...I just realized all my poetry is somewhat depressing. Oh well. I call this one "A Tortured Mind" :
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
Isn't everyone's? Haha.
I really like it, Zoe_Ana. You have a way with words. Thanks for sharing!Thank you! So do you!
Zoe_Ana wrote:
Abigail_Austin wrote:
Zoe_Ana wrote:
Oof...I just realized all my poetry is somewhat depressing. Oh well. I call this one "A Tortured Mind" :
collapsed for space
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
I guess it doesn't matter much
I guess that you don't care
I guess that everything I've done
Was lost in my despair.
There have been times when I have doubted
And maybe times I've wept
But there are times, deep inside,
That I ache from the secrets I have kept.
And they have kept me up at night
And kept me locked in fear
But if I only opened up
I'd find you waiting here.
Here in the darkness of my life
In the shadows of my soul
Maybe I'm not meant to weep
But claim you as my own.
My own darkness, my own light
My own hopes and dreams to find
But if I know just one thing of life
It's that you are of my mind.
A figment of imagination
A pretty little nightmare
Hidden deep within my mind's desperation
But found in the horror written there.
Isn't everyone's? Haha.
I really like it, Zoe_Ana. You have a way with words. Thanks for sharing!Thank you! So do you!
Thank yaaaaaaa
Now, mine is the dumbest thing you'll probably hear, but still.
Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs
Who were chilling and checking out their new digs.
A house made of sticks, bricks, and stray,
The last of which was being eaten by a donkey that went hee-haw!
When a wolf walked up to the first house and said
"Hey pigs, lemme in!" "Not by the hair on my shinny-shin-shin!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house up!
With a live grenade he pulled from a cup!
The pigs screamed and ran, to the house of sticks,
Unknowing why they'd built the house of bricks.
((And I will finish it later))
Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs
Who were chilling and checking out their new digs.
A house made of sticks, bricks, and stray,
The last of which was being eaten by a donkey that went hee-haw!
When a wolf walked up to the first house and said
"Hey pigs, lemme in!" "Not by the hair on my shinny-shin-shin!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house up!
With a live grenade he pulled from a cup!
The pigs screamed and ran, to the house of sticks,
Unknowing why they'd built the house of bricks.
((And I will finish it later))
Stereotype wrote:
Now, mine is the dumbest thing you'll probably hear, but still.
collapsed
Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs
Who were chilling and checking out their new digs.
A house made of sticks, bricks, and stray,
The last of which was being eaten by a donkey that went hee-haw!
When a wolf walked up to the first house and said
"Hey pigs, lemme in!" "Not by the hair on my shinny-shin-shin!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house up!
With a live grenade he pulled from a cup!
The pigs screamed and ran, to the house of sticks,
Unknowing why they'd built the house of bricks.
((And I will finish it later))
Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs
Who were chilling and checking out their new digs.
A house made of sticks, bricks, and stray,
The last of which was being eaten by a donkey that went hee-haw!
When a wolf walked up to the first house and said
"Hey pigs, lemme in!" "Not by the hair on my shinny-shin-shin!"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house up!
With a live grenade he pulled from a cup!
The pigs screamed and ran, to the house of sticks,
Unknowing why they'd built the house of bricks.
((And I will finish it later))
Hahaha! That's cute!!
Yeah, it made me laugh. I loved it.
Really? Thanks!
Stereotype wrote:
Really? Thanks!
Yeah! It's silly, but that's kinda the point. It's so silly that it's smart. So, I guess that would mean that it's...silly-smart. Which is now a word. *Takes a bow*
It's creative because...like...the brick house is supposed to be the safe house. So it's a twist thingy.
Btw... your profile description also made me laugh.
i never would have thought i would ever do something like this because i hate posting my poetry publicly with my actual name attached to it but here i am
i don’t hate the cold.
i lay in the snow
and let flurries
decorate my rotting,
frozen body.
my gaze glassy and mutilated
as my mind dances around the edges of love
hate
hope
fear.
my pulse throbs in time with some version of myself that isn’t me,
a reflection of hope that what they say isn’t lies,
it gets better.
chest buzzing with life
that radiates through a broken ribcage
and clenches my heart in its fist,
the python of my mind curling around and around,
destroying the life of what latched onto my brain like a parasite.
nature must die beneath the snow
before it is reborn,
beautiful and thriving and crying here i am.
slowly, i breathe, and choke
through the white swirls of my words
“i’m learning how to feel again.”
and i feel
and i feel
and i feel.
and i learn that what makes your heart race faster
and what makes your chest feel lighter
and what makes your eyes burn less
is letting the cold wrap itself around you,
feel the mountains of goosebumps hug you
and your numb cheeks
and let it tell you you’re alive.
you’re alive.
i feel others in the crevices of my broken bones
and feel them squeeze the mold out of my heart
and let them reset my stopped clock of a brain.
sadness chokes
but it’s better than the lost void of numb agony.
i am human and i am made to feel, feel, feel,
feel the energy slow around me and feel the way my heart flourishes with the life of humanity.
feel the cold caress me like an old friend
and listen to the pains that let me know that i’m alive.
i have bruised knuckles
but i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive.
tbh i kind of hate this but i’m gonna get over my anxiety and post it anyways lmao
i don’t hate the cold.
i lay in the snow
and let flurries
decorate my rotting,
frozen body.
my gaze glassy and mutilated
as my mind dances around the edges of love
hate
hope
fear.
my pulse throbs in time with some version of myself that isn’t me,
a reflection of hope that what they say isn’t lies,
it gets better.
chest buzzing with life
that radiates through a broken ribcage
and clenches my heart in its fist,
the python of my mind curling around and around,
destroying the life of what latched onto my brain like a parasite.
nature must die beneath the snow
before it is reborn,
beautiful and thriving and crying here i am.
slowly, i breathe, and choke
through the white swirls of my words
“i’m learning how to feel again.”
and i feel
and i feel
and i feel.
and i learn that what makes your heart race faster
and what makes your chest feel lighter
and what makes your eyes burn less
is letting the cold wrap itself around you,
feel the mountains of goosebumps hug you
and your numb cheeks
and let it tell you you’re alive.
you’re alive.
i feel others in the crevices of my broken bones
and feel them squeeze the mold out of my heart
and let them reset my stopped clock of a brain.
sadness chokes
but it’s better than the lost void of numb agony.
i am human and i am made to feel, feel, feel,
feel the energy slow around me and feel the way my heart flourishes with the life of humanity.
feel the cold caress me like an old friend
and listen to the pains that let me know that i’m alive.
i have bruised knuckles
but i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive.
tbh i kind of hate this but i’m gonna get over my anxiety and post it anyways lmao
(I LOVE IT! And same, Oli (I'm callin' you Oli. I don't know why) I don't really like posting my poetry online, but here we are. Here we are.)
(I love the ending in particular. It's so real. It's honest, it's...honestly something I'd read every day.)
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And I love you like rain
Little drops and a full downpour
Clear water turning brown on my skin
Rain is cold and warm at all once
I go outside and feel like drowning in it
I love you like rain
Love songs and laughing so hard you can barely breathe
Quiet caresses and hand holding
Our talks running late into the night
Passionate and caring, loving and yearning, burning and breaking and burying and unearthing to start right back over, that is my love
And I love you. like the rain loves the ground and the sky. like misery loves company, like fire consumes, like the birds love their freedom. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Wandering spirit
Ghost of someone gone
You watch me with silent amusement
As I laugh at trivial things
Sit down and talk to me
I'll be only be scared for a moment
If you mean me no harm, I treat you the same
Tell me your secrets
Do you ever feel at peace?
Like the universe is on one interconnected strand, like the deities of everything have a direct line into your mind?
Sometimes, when I'm reading, my ancestors touch my back and dig their hands straight into my soul
I feel strength and weakness all at once
What I wouldn't give for their knowledge
Spirit, why do you watch me?
Sometimes I feel like if I open my eyes in the darkness, I'll catch a glimpse of you
What would you say to me?
There are so many things I'll never understand
Did you love, gentle one?
Was there something that touched you where no one else could?
I love her
So intensely it burns
I could've loved you
We could talk, if only for a second
Ethereal whispers in my ear
I scare easily, so be gentle
What could you tell me that the living can't?
11:59pm
Do you know her?
Do you really know her?
Can you say you've peeled back the skin, cut the muscles and flesh back and shoved the bones out of the way to get a look at the soul inside?
No, screw you. You have no idea.
Her soul is multicolored
Raw emotion
Shattered, stained glass
Light shines through the cracks, painting a beautiful picture on her face
A smile, a laugh, an illusion
A sprinkle of optimism here, a tear there
She squeezes her eyes shut, praying for release
Every second she sits here she feels more and more like exploding
Fireworks, gunpowder, flash b a n g
She wishes she could physically rip herself to shreds
If only to finally ******* breathe
She's been holding her breath for way too long
The air tastes bitter in her lungs
In the corners of a room full of people she feels so alone
Gritting her teeth, she aches
Digging her finger into her chest, she carves, frustration getting under her fingernails
She pulls away the tendons and ligaments that link her thoughts and throws them behind her
She just wants to be happy
Why is it so hard to be happy?
She wonders aloud, pressing her face into the wall, her headphones stinging the flesh of her ears
Sometimes music helps her breathe, but only for a second
A singer's voice only ends the monotony for a heartbeat
Where are the notes when tears are streaming down her face?
A symphony to drown her sadness
Harmony to help her hear again
Maybe there's something wrong with her
She muses to her phone about how happiness is temporary
How ill she feels
How happiness feels like smoke through her fingers
Out of her reach, far from her grasp
"You're too sensitive," they say
Yeah
"You're too nice," they tell her
Yeah
Wings clipped again.
april 23rd. aka. wings
sometimes she just wishes she could shed the skin she’s in
just take a pinch of it and peel it back
step out of it like a pair of pants
leave it all behind
drop the bad and carry the good in her spirit
and little wings will sprout out of her back, fluttering with agitation
every time this happens, she goes somewhere new
somewhere quiet
the place where her spirit longs to be
not alone, just silent
a bliss that's hard to find anywhere else
she wants and begs and aches to be free
this subjugation is suffocation
not what she saw for herself when she dreamt of leaving the nest
this jail is of their making, bars choking this little blackbird
independent young black girl
they clip her feathers so she can’t fly
they pipe birdseed down her throat, bitter and bringing tears to her eyes
her heart in her breast they’ve drained of its lifeblood
her song dies in her throat
she could just imagine herself soaring away on the breeze
free
dear god, let her fly
can’t reattach the feathers they’ve clipped
can’t bleed again the blood they’ve stripped
can’t sing again from these lips
but she can fly
and when she’s free, she’ll lay on her back, staring up at the darkening sky, longing to touch the
stars
the sun will sink behind her, painting her ochre skin pink and purple and blues
bare feet teased by the grass curling up around her toes;
down here she can feel the beat, the rumble and the roar of mother Gaia
here is her freedom
here is her flight
down here, she finds serenity.
Ah, these are like some of my children. I love these four poems dearly. Sorry if I overshared!
I actually have one more if that's okay to post here?
And I love you like rain
Little drops and a full downpour
Clear water turning brown on my skin
Rain is cold and warm at all once
I go outside and feel like drowning in it
I love you like rain
Love songs and laughing so hard you can barely breathe
Quiet caresses and hand holding
Our talks running late into the night
Passionate and caring, loving and yearning, burning and breaking and burying and unearthing to start right back over, that is my love
And I love you. like the rain loves the ground and the sky. like misery loves company, like fire consumes, like the birds love their freedom. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Wandering spirit
Ghost of someone gone
You watch me with silent amusement
As I laugh at trivial things
Sit down and talk to me
I'll be only be scared for a moment
If you mean me no harm, I treat you the same
Tell me your secrets
Do you ever feel at peace?
Like the universe is on one interconnected strand, like the deities of everything have a direct line into your mind?
Sometimes, when I'm reading, my ancestors touch my back and dig their hands straight into my soul
I feel strength and weakness all at once
What I wouldn't give for their knowledge
Spirit, why do you watch me?
Sometimes I feel like if I open my eyes in the darkness, I'll catch a glimpse of you
What would you say to me?
There are so many things I'll never understand
Did you love, gentle one?
Was there something that touched you where no one else could?
I love her
So intensely it burns
I could've loved you
We could talk, if only for a second
Ethereal whispers in my ear
I scare easily, so be gentle
What could you tell me that the living can't?
11:59pm
Do you know her?
Do you really know her?
Can you say you've peeled back the skin, cut the muscles and flesh back and shoved the bones out of the way to get a look at the soul inside?
No, screw you. You have no idea.
Her soul is multicolored
Raw emotion
Shattered, stained glass
Light shines through the cracks, painting a beautiful picture on her face
A smile, a laugh, an illusion
A sprinkle of optimism here, a tear there
She squeezes her eyes shut, praying for release
Every second she sits here she feels more and more like exploding
Fireworks, gunpowder, flash b a n g
She wishes she could physically rip herself to shreds
If only to finally ******* breathe
She's been holding her breath for way too long
The air tastes bitter in her lungs
In the corners of a room full of people she feels so alone
Gritting her teeth, she aches
Digging her finger into her chest, she carves, frustration getting under her fingernails
She pulls away the tendons and ligaments that link her thoughts and throws them behind her
She just wants to be happy
Why is it so hard to be happy?
She wonders aloud, pressing her face into the wall, her headphones stinging the flesh of her ears
Sometimes music helps her breathe, but only for a second
A singer's voice only ends the monotony for a heartbeat
Where are the notes when tears are streaming down her face?
A symphony to drown her sadness
Harmony to help her hear again
Maybe there's something wrong with her
She muses to her phone about how happiness is temporary
How ill she feels
How happiness feels like smoke through her fingers
Out of her reach, far from her grasp
"You're too sensitive," they say
Yeah
"You're too nice," they tell her
Yeah
Wings clipped again.
april 23rd. aka. wings
sometimes she just wishes she could shed the skin she’s in
just take a pinch of it and peel it back
step out of it like a pair of pants
leave it all behind
drop the bad and carry the good in her spirit
and little wings will sprout out of her back, fluttering with agitation
every time this happens, she goes somewhere new
somewhere quiet
the place where her spirit longs to be
not alone, just silent
a bliss that's hard to find anywhere else
she wants and begs and aches to be free
this subjugation is suffocation
not what she saw for herself when she dreamt of leaving the nest
this jail is of their making, bars choking this little blackbird
independent young black girl
they clip her feathers so she can’t fly
they pipe birdseed down her throat, bitter and bringing tears to her eyes
her heart in her breast they’ve drained of its lifeblood
her song dies in her throat
she could just imagine herself soaring away on the breeze
free
dear god, let her fly
can’t reattach the feathers they’ve clipped
can’t bleed again the blood they’ve stripped
can’t sing again from these lips
but she can fly
and when she’s free, she’ll lay on her back, staring up at the darkening sky, longing to touch the
stars
the sun will sink behind her, painting her ochre skin pink and purple and blues
bare feet teased by the grass curling up around her toes;
down here she can feel the beat, the rumble and the roar of mother Gaia
here is her freedom
here is her flight
down here, she finds serenity.
Ah, these are like some of my children. I love these four poems dearly. Sorry if I overshared!
I actually have one more if that's okay to post here?
VulpeUrsae wrote:
Untitled
And I love you like rain
Little drops and a full downpour
Clear water turning brown on my skin
Rain is cold and warm at all once
I go outside and feel like drowning in it
I love you like rain
Love songs and laughing so hard you can barely breathe
Quiet caresses and hand holding
Our talks running late into the night
Passionate and caring, loving and yearning, burning and breaking and burying and unearthing to start right back over, that is my love
And I love you. like the rain loves the ground and the sky. like misery loves company, like fire consumes, like the birds love their freedom. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Untitled
Wandering spirit
Ghost of someone gone
You watch me with silent amusement
As I laugh at trivial things
Sit down and talk to me
I'll be only be scared for a moment
If you mean me no harm, I treat you the same
Tell me your secrets
Do you ever feel at peace?
Like the universe is on one interconnected strand, like the deities of everything have a direct line into your mind?
Sometimes, when I'm reading, my ancestors touch my back and dig their hands straight into my soul
I feel strength and weakness all at once
What I wouldn't give for their knowledge
Spirit, why do you watch me?
Sometimes I feel like if I open my eyes in the darkness, I'll catch a glimpse of you
What would you say to me?
There are so many things I'll never understand
Did you love, gentle one?
Was there something that touched you where no one else could?
I love her
So intensely it burns
I could've loved you
We could talk, if only for a second
Ethereal whispers in my ear
I scare easily, so be gentle
What could you tell me that the living can't?
11:59pm
Do you know her?
Do you really know her?
Can you say you've peeled back the skin, cut the muscles and flesh back and shoved the bones out of the way to get a look at the soul inside?
No, screw you. You have no idea.
Her soul is multicolored
Raw emotion
Shattered, stained glass
Light shines through the cracks, painting a beautiful picture on her face
A smile, a laugh, an illusion
A sprinkle of optimism here, a tear there
She squeezes her eyes shut, praying for release
Every second she sits here she feels more and more like exploding
Fireworks, gunpowder, flash b a n g
She wishes she could physically rip herself to shreds
If only to finally ******* breathe
She's been holding her breath for way too long
The air tastes bitter in her lungs
In the corners of a room full of people she feels so alone
Gritting her teeth, she aches
Digging her finger into her chest, she carves, frustration getting under her fingernails
She pulls away the tendons and ligaments that link her thoughts and throws them behind her
She just wants to be happy
Why is it so hard to be happy?
She wonders aloud, pressing her face into the wall, her headphones stinging the flesh of her ears
Sometimes music helps her breathe, but only for a second
A singer's voice only ends the monotony for a heartbeat
Where are the notes when tears are streaming down her face?
A symphony to drown her sadness
Harmony to help her hear again
Maybe there's something wrong with her
She muses to her phone about how happiness is temporary
How ill she feels
How happiness feels like smoke through her fingers
Out of her reach, far from her grasp
"You're too sensitive," they say
Yeah
"You're too nice," they tell her
Yeah
Wings clipped again.
april 23rd. aka. wings
sometimes she just wishes she could shed the skin she’s in
just take a pinch of it and peel it back
step out of it like a pair of pants
leave it all behind
drop the bad and carry the good in her spirit
and little wings will sprout out of her back, fluttering with agitation
every time this happens, she goes somewhere new
somewhere quiet
the place where her spirit longs to be
not alone, just silent
a bliss that's hard to find anywhere else
she wants and begs and aches to be free
this subjugation is suffocation
not what she saw for herself when she dreamt of leaving the nest
this jail is of their making, bars choking this little blackbird
independent young black girl
they clip her feathers so she can’t fly
they pipe birdseed down her throat, bitter and bringing tears to her eyes
her heart in her breast they’ve drained of its lifeblood
her song dies in her throat
she could just imagine herself soaring away on the breeze
free
dear god, let her fly
can’t reattach the feathers they’ve clipped
can’t bleed again the blood they’ve stripped
can’t sing again from these lips
but she can fly
and when she’s free, she’ll lay on her back, staring up at the darkening sky, longing to touch the
stars
the sun will sink behind her, painting her ochre skin pink and purple and blues
bare feet teased by the grass curling up around her toes;
down here she can feel the beat, the rumble and the roar of mother Gaia
here is her freedom
here is her flight
down here, she finds serenity.
Ah, these are like some of my children. I love these four poems dearly. Sorry if I overshared! I actually have one more if that's okay to post here?
And I love you like rain
Little drops and a full downpour
Clear water turning brown on my skin
Rain is cold and warm at all once
I go outside and feel like drowning in it
I love you like rain
Love songs and laughing so hard you can barely breathe
Quiet caresses and hand holding
Our talks running late into the night
Passionate and caring, loving and yearning, burning and breaking and burying and unearthing to start right back over, that is my love
And I love you. like the rain loves the ground and the sky. like misery loves company, like fire consumes, like the birds love their freedom. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Wandering spirit
Ghost of someone gone
You watch me with silent amusement
As I laugh at trivial things
Sit down and talk to me
I'll be only be scared for a moment
If you mean me no harm, I treat you the same
Tell me your secrets
Do you ever feel at peace?
Like the universe is on one interconnected strand, like the deities of everything have a direct line into your mind?
Sometimes, when I'm reading, my ancestors touch my back and dig their hands straight into my soul
I feel strength and weakness all at once
What I wouldn't give for their knowledge
Spirit, why do you watch me?
Sometimes I feel like if I open my eyes in the darkness, I'll catch a glimpse of you
What would you say to me?
There are so many things I'll never understand
Did you love, gentle one?
Was there something that touched you where no one else could?
I love her
So intensely it burns
I could've loved you
We could talk, if only for a second
Ethereal whispers in my ear
I scare easily, so be gentle
What could you tell me that the living can't?
11:59pm
Do you know her?
Do you really know her?
Can you say you've peeled back the skin, cut the muscles and flesh back and shoved the bones out of the way to get a look at the soul inside?
No, screw you. You have no idea.
Her soul is multicolored
Raw emotion
Shattered, stained glass
Light shines through the cracks, painting a beautiful picture on her face
A smile, a laugh, an illusion
A sprinkle of optimism here, a tear there
She squeezes her eyes shut, praying for release
Every second she sits here she feels more and more like exploding
Fireworks, gunpowder, flash b a n g
She wishes she could physically rip herself to shreds
If only to finally ******* breathe
She's been holding her breath for way too long
The air tastes bitter in her lungs
In the corners of a room full of people she feels so alone
Gritting her teeth, she aches
Digging her finger into her chest, she carves, frustration getting under her fingernails
She pulls away the tendons and ligaments that link her thoughts and throws them behind her
She just wants to be happy
Why is it so hard to be happy?
She wonders aloud, pressing her face into the wall, her headphones stinging the flesh of her ears
Sometimes music helps her breathe, but only for a second
A singer's voice only ends the monotony for a heartbeat
Where are the notes when tears are streaming down her face?
A symphony to drown her sadness
Harmony to help her hear again
Maybe there's something wrong with her
She muses to her phone about how happiness is temporary
How ill she feels
How happiness feels like smoke through her fingers
Out of her reach, far from her grasp
"You're too sensitive," they say
Yeah
"You're too nice," they tell her
Yeah
Wings clipped again.
april 23rd. aka. wings
sometimes she just wishes she could shed the skin she’s in
just take a pinch of it and peel it back
step out of it like a pair of pants
leave it all behind
drop the bad and carry the good in her spirit
and little wings will sprout out of her back, fluttering with agitation
every time this happens, she goes somewhere new
somewhere quiet
the place where her spirit longs to be
not alone, just silent
a bliss that's hard to find anywhere else
she wants and begs and aches to be free
this subjugation is suffocation
not what she saw for herself when she dreamt of leaving the nest
this jail is of their making, bars choking this little blackbird
independent young black girl
they clip her feathers so she can’t fly
they pipe birdseed down her throat, bitter and bringing tears to her eyes
her heart in her breast they’ve drained of its lifeblood
her song dies in her throat
she could just imagine herself soaring away on the breeze
free
dear god, let her fly
can’t reattach the feathers they’ve clipped
can’t bleed again the blood they’ve stripped
can’t sing again from these lips
but she can fly
and when she’s free, she’ll lay on her back, staring up at the darkening sky, longing to touch the
stars
the sun will sink behind her, painting her ochre skin pink and purple and blues
bare feet teased by the grass curling up around her toes;
down here she can feel the beat, the rumble and the roar of mother Gaia
here is her freedom
here is her flight
down here, she finds serenity.
Ah, these are like some of my children. I love these four poems dearly. Sorry if I overshared!
I actually have one more if that's okay to post here?oOoOo
.. beautiful poems!!!
psoliver wrote:
i never would have thought i would ever do something like this because i hate posting my poetry publicly with my actual name attached to it but here i am
i don’t hate the cold.
i lay in the snow
and let flurries
decorate my rotting,
frozen body.
my gaze glassy and mutilated
as my mind dances around the edges of love
hate
hope
fear.
my pulse throbs in time with some version of myself that isn’t me,
a reflection of hope that what they say isn’t lies,
it gets better.
chest buzzing with life
that radiates through a broken ribcage
and clenches my heart in its fist,
the python of my mind curling around and around,
destroying the life of what latched onto my brain like a parasite.
nature must die beneath the snow
before it is reborn,
beautiful and thriving and crying here i am.
slowly, i breathe, and choke
through the white swirls of my words
“i’m learning how to feel again.”
and i feel
and i feel
and i feel.
and i learn that what makes your heart race faster
and what makes your chest feel lighter
and what makes your eyes burn less
is letting the cold wrap itself around you,
feel the mountains of goosebumps hug you
and your numb cheeks
and let it tell you you’re alive.
you’re alive.
i feel others in the crevices of my broken bones
and feel them squeeze the mold out of my heart
and let them reset my stopped clock of a brain.
sadness chokes
but it’s better than the lost void of numb agony.
i am human and i am made to feel, feel, feel,
feel the energy slow around me and feel the way my fingers buzz with the energy of humanity.
feel the cold caress me like an old friend
and listen to the pains that let me know that i’m alive.
i have bruised knuckles
but i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive.
tbh i kind of hate this but i’m gonna get over my anxiety and post it anyways lmao
i don’t hate the cold.
i lay in the snow
and let flurries
decorate my rotting,
frozen body.
my gaze glassy and mutilated
as my mind dances around the edges of love
hate
hope
fear.
my pulse throbs in time with some version of myself that isn’t me,
a reflection of hope that what they say isn’t lies,
it gets better.
chest buzzing with life
that radiates through a broken ribcage
and clenches my heart in its fist,
the python of my mind curling around and around,
destroying the life of what latched onto my brain like a parasite.
nature must die beneath the snow
before it is reborn,
beautiful and thriving and crying here i am.
slowly, i breathe, and choke
through the white swirls of my words
“i’m learning how to feel again.”
and i feel
and i feel
and i feel.
and i learn that what makes your heart race faster
and what makes your chest feel lighter
and what makes your eyes burn less
is letting the cold wrap itself around you,
feel the mountains of goosebumps hug you
and your numb cheeks
and let it tell you you’re alive.
you’re alive.
i feel others in the crevices of my broken bones
and feel them squeeze the mold out of my heart
and let them reset my stopped clock of a brain.
sadness chokes
but it’s better than the lost void of numb agony.
i am human and i am made to feel, feel, feel,
feel the energy slow around me and feel the way my fingers buzz with the energy of humanity.
feel the cold caress me like an old friend
and listen to the pains that let me know that i’m alive.
i have bruised knuckles
but i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive.
tbh i kind of hate this but i’m gonna get over my anxiety and post it anyways lmao
It's wonderful. It's got such vivid imagery. Gorgeous.
I wanted to be close to you
Even though I didn't want to wake you up
You looked so peaceful
Sleeping on the couch
So warm and still
Strong arms relaxed in sleep
Kind chocolate eyes closed in dreamless slumber
Lucky you...
I sat beside your sleeping figure
Watching you
Ignoring the TV as I trembled anxiously
I wanted you to hold me in my sadness
Chase my fears away
I'd never felt the need to be so close to someone before
I'd heard "I love you"
But not from your lips
Not the way you said it
How your lips curled in that impish grin
And made my cheeks glow and my mouth ache from smiles
Those rough strong hands that were soft and gentle when you'd tickle giggles out of me
I held back tears
I want to be yours
My mind cried for you
My heart raced as other fears clouded my head
I needed you
I was nervous but I snuck up to you
Heart pounding I tried to curl beside you
And you woke up
Smiling up at me with that loving trustful face
And made room for me...
Pulling me in close...
Like the way my heart's made room for you
Pulled you close inside me...
More lasting and permanent than an hour sleeping on the couch
Your arm around me and under my head
Fingers interlocked
Soft soothing breathing down my neck
Shivering with pleasure and joy as you slept again
With me in your arms
An hour we both wished was an eternity...
Even though I didn't want to wake you up
You looked so peaceful
Sleeping on the couch
So warm and still
Strong arms relaxed in sleep
Kind chocolate eyes closed in dreamless slumber
Lucky you...
I sat beside your sleeping figure
Watching you
Ignoring the TV as I trembled anxiously
I wanted you to hold me in my sadness
Chase my fears away
I'd never felt the need to be so close to someone before
I'd heard "I love you"
But not from your lips
Not the way you said it
How your lips curled in that impish grin
And made my cheeks glow and my mouth ache from smiles
Those rough strong hands that were soft and gentle when you'd tickle giggles out of me
I held back tears
I want to be yours
My mind cried for you
My heart raced as other fears clouded my head
I needed you
I was nervous but I snuck up to you
Heart pounding I tried to curl beside you
And you woke up
Smiling up at me with that loving trustful face
And made room for me...
Pulling me in close...
Like the way my heart's made room for you
Pulled you close inside me...
More lasting and permanent than an hour sleeping on the couch
Your arm around me and under my head
Fingers interlocked
Soft soothing breathing down my neck
Shivering with pleasure and joy as you slept again
With me in your arms
An hour we both wished was an eternity...
Darion wrote:
I wanted to be close to you
Even though I didn't want to wake you up
You looked so peaceful
Sleeping on the couch
So warm and still
Strong arms relaxed in sleep
Kind chocolate eyes closed in dreamless slumber
Lucky you...
I sat beside your sleeping figure
Watching you
Ignoring the TV as I trembled anxiously
I wanted you to hold me in my sadness
Chase my fears away
I'd never felt the need to be so close to someone before
I'd heard "I love you"
But not from your lips
Not the way you said it
How your lips curled in that impish grin
And made my cheeks glow and my mouth ache from smiles
Those rough strong hands that were soft and gentle when you'd tickle giggles out of me
I held back tears
I want to be yours
My mind cried for you
My heart raced as other fears clouded my head
I needed you
I was nervous but I snuck up to you
Heart pounding I tried to curl beside you And you woke up
Smiling up at me with that loving trustful face
And made room for me...
Pulling me in close...
Like the way my heart's made room for you
Pulled you close inside me...
More lasting and permanent than an hour sleeping on the couch
Your arm around me and under my head
Fingers interlocked
Soft soothing breathing down my neck
Shivering with pleasure and joy as you slept again
With me in your arms
An hour we both wished was an eternity...
Even though I didn't want to wake you up
You looked so peaceful
Sleeping on the couch
So warm and still
Strong arms relaxed in sleep
Kind chocolate eyes closed in dreamless slumber
Lucky you...
I sat beside your sleeping figure
Watching you
Ignoring the TV as I trembled anxiously
I wanted you to hold me in my sadness
Chase my fears away
I'd never felt the need to be so close to someone before
I'd heard "I love you"
But not from your lips
Not the way you said it
How your lips curled in that impish grin
And made my cheeks glow and my mouth ache from smiles
Those rough strong hands that were soft and gentle when you'd tickle giggles out of me
I held back tears
I want to be yours
My mind cried for you
My heart raced as other fears clouded my head
I needed you
I was nervous but I snuck up to you
Heart pounding I tried to curl beside you And you woke up
Smiling up at me with that loving trustful face
And made room for me...
Pulling me in close...
Like the way my heart's made room for you
Pulled you close inside me...
More lasting and permanent than an hour sleeping on the couch
Your arm around me and under my head
Fingers interlocked
Soft soothing breathing down my neck
Shivering with pleasure and joy as you slept again
With me in your arms
An hour we both wished was an eternity...
Okay -- if you were not anonymous I'd friend you just because that poem is friggin' beautiful and touching.
Feel free to friend me...
Anyway...nice writing!!!
Freedom after finding I didn't belong. Now longer your trophy girlfriend. The sun is shining again I'm singing a new song. A working class woman you used I'm no longer your toy. Freedom now I know of your cheating heart. Thanks for tearing me apart. I'll rise like a Phoenix from the ashes. Someday I'll find heaven while you burn in hell. Your spell is broken I'm free. Freedom I'll find true love someday. The man who'll take me to the promised land. You lost the most beautiful thing in your life. I changed the locks and gave back your ring. No matter how much you want me back. Hell no I won't be your wife.(based on recent events in my life)
The Truth About Christianity
Praises belong to God, not men
I know everyone will say, “Amen”
Cause when you say “Look at what God did”
You’re really saying, “Look what I did”
Jesus never boasted, why do we?
Can we just sing praises onto He?
One thing to talk, one thing to boast
“Christian” folly is sinking the boat
To the outside, it has become a religion
A competition to see who’s been blessed the most by God’s gifts
Instead of listening to God’s commands,
We’ve turned to a list of do or don’t
Written by our own hands
We think we are standing on the rock
But we are really neck deep in the sand.
Riddle me this, riddle me that
True Christianity is under attack
Being infiltrated from the inside
By the very same whom swore to hide
The truth of God within their hearts
Christianity is being torn apart
Words are being twisted, lies are being spread
Using God’s name, the devil’s getting ahead
I know I look like nothing
How dare you say you’re something?!
Until we follow the truth
Until we listen to God’s commands
We are no better than the ones still under Satan’s hand
In fact, we never left that camp
We just put on a mask to make us look like the champs.
Praises belong to God, not men
I know everyone will say, “Amen”
Cause when you say “Look at what God did”
You’re really saying, “Look what I did”
Jesus never boasted, why do we?
Can we just sing praises onto He?
One thing to talk, one thing to boast
“Christian” folly is sinking the boat
To the outside, it has become a religion
A competition to see who’s been blessed the most by God’s gifts
Instead of listening to God’s commands,
We’ve turned to a list of do or don’t
Written by our own hands
We think we are standing on the rock
But we are really neck deep in the sand.
Riddle me this, riddle me that
True Christianity is under attack
Being infiltrated from the inside
By the very same whom swore to hide
The truth of God within their hearts
Christianity is being torn apart
Words are being twisted, lies are being spread
Using God’s name, the devil’s getting ahead
I know I look like nothing
How dare you say you’re something?!
Until we follow the truth
Until we listen to God’s commands
We are no better than the ones still under Satan’s hand
In fact, we never left that camp
We just put on a mask to make us look like the champs.
Note: this is a rage poem. I was so angry and confused that I just typed until I got what was ticking me off that time out. Please no hate, I do believe in God and Jesus. I was just so confused what God really wanted us to do when following and obeying Him.
North-Wood wrote:
The Truth About Christianity
Praises belong to God, not men
I know everyone will say, “Amen”
Cause when you say “Look at what God did”
You’re really saying, “Look what I did”
Jesus never boasted, why do we?
Can we just sing praises onto He?
One thing to talk, one thing to boast
“Christian” folly is sinking the boat
To the outside, it has become a religion
A competition to see who’s been blessed the most by God’s gifts
Instead of listening to God’s commands,
We’ve turned to a list of do or don’t
Written by our own hands
We think we are standing on the rock
But we are really neck deep in the sand.
Riddle me this, riddle me that
True Christianity is under attack
Being infiltrated from the inside
By the very same whom swore to hide
The truth of God within their hearts
Christianity is being torn apart
Words are being twisted, lies are being spread
Using God’s name, the devil’s getting ahead
I know I look like nothing
How dare you say you’re something?!
Until we follow the truth
Until we listen to God’s commands
We are no better than the ones still under Satan’s hand
In fact, we never left that camp
We just put on a mask to make us look like the champs.
Praises belong to God, not men
I know everyone will say, “Amen”
Cause when you say “Look at what God did”
You’re really saying, “Look what I did”
Jesus never boasted, why do we?
Can we just sing praises onto He?
One thing to talk, one thing to boast
“Christian” folly is sinking the boat
To the outside, it has become a religion
A competition to see who’s been blessed the most by God’s gifts
Instead of listening to God’s commands,
We’ve turned to a list of do or don’t
Written by our own hands
We think we are standing on the rock
But we are really neck deep in the sand.
Riddle me this, riddle me that
True Christianity is under attack
Being infiltrated from the inside
By the very same whom swore to hide
The truth of God within their hearts
Christianity is being torn apart
Words are being twisted, lies are being spread
Using God’s name, the devil’s getting ahead
I know I look like nothing
How dare you say you’re something?!
Until we follow the truth
Until we listen to God’s commands
We are no better than the ones still under Satan’s hand
In fact, we never left that camp
We just put on a mask to make us look like the champs.
Note: this is a rage poem. I was so angry and confused that I just typed until I got what was ticking me off that time out. Please no hate, I do believe in God and Jesus. I was just so confused what God really wanted us to do when following and obeying Him.
This is definitely an emotional poem; thank you for sharing.
I can feel the frustration in it.But just as a reminder to anyone else who replies to this - if you'd like to discuss the religious content of the poem, please do so in PM. Religious poems are allowed, but I'd prefer that discussion of religion be done elsewhere to keep everyone comfortable. So please do not reply to this poem with discussions or debates of the OP's or your own religion or lack there of.
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