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Drip, Drip, Drip

Drip
Drip
Drip
Water falling from up above
Keeping the time with seconds
Drip
Drip
Drip
A sound I typically love
Except this time I’m hesitant

The rain is constantly reminding me
Of the previous days when I was free
When I could stand with arms wide
Taking everything in patient stride
Of when I tilted my face high
Feeling drops with a contented sigh
Allowing the cold, purifying rain
To wash my cares far away
As it fills me with blissful peace
Those previous days when I was free

All I hear now is
Drip
Drip
Drip
Water falling from up above
Keeping time with dreadful seconds
Drip
Drip
Drip
A sound I’ve come to loathe
Torturing me with ill constants

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Turn Back Time

If I could turn back time
Would I find a way
To say
Everything I meant to say
If I could rewind the clocks
Would I actually argue
To do
Everything I meant to do
If I could travel into the past
Would I make a decree
To see
Everything I meant to see

But then…
Would I make the choice
To turn back the time
And live the rest of my life
In a state of constant rewind


Lightning Strikes Twice

Lightning never strikes twice?
No
It strikes again
Same place, same spot
Over and over
Catching fire
Leaving veined scars
Killing and reviving
At the same time
It’s an unnecessary punishment
Descending from the sky
Heaven’s divine anger
Never stopping

Does lightning strike twice?
Yes
Indeed it does
I watch it every day
Over and over
Consuming flesh
Leaving burned scars
Disfiguring and beautifying
At the same time
It’s a mystifying occurrence
Blasting the same wound
A person’s relentless rage
Never stopping

Lightning always strikes twice

But so do I


Volcanic Islands

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Fire meets water
In a spectacular way
Adding to an isle
Most every day
Hot red and cool blue
Collide in a burst of steam
Creating a vicious landscape
Often only seen in dreams
An island appearing dull
Cloaked in garb gray
Until it begins glistening
Drowning in salty spray
Giving the concrete lava
A particular type of gleam
Heightened in the peak
Of the sun’s beating beams

* Author’s Note: This Poetry Thursday was inspired by none other than the nature documentaries on Netflix from the BBC. If I don’t have music on in the background while I’m writing, I’m watching (and re-watching) documentaries. Even as a child, I was fascinated by documentaries. A dream of mine is to travel the world, photographing plants, animals, weather, and everything in between. I’ve always loved nature, and I have a feeling I always will.


The Profile of Love

Are you smitten
Completely fittin’
The profile of love
Cheeks are blushed
With blood rushed
The profile of love
Mind is racing
Body shaking
The profile of love
With knuckles white
And stomach tight
The profile of love
Grasping the knife
Desiring life
The profile of love
Stabbing until dead
Licking the blood
The profile of love
Sucking in breath
Tasting death
The profile of love
Hiding the carcass
Acting suspicious
The profile of a murderer


Unconditional Love

I love you while you’re
Sitting in the back aisle
Feigning perfect smiles

I love you while you’re
Meeting your stranded wit’s end
Working hard to pretend

I love you while you’re
Rejecting everyone’s help
Providing their hearts melt

I love you while you’re
Sitting in the lonely dark
Breaking your fragile heart

I love you while you’re
Lying in a broken bed
Chasing screams in your head

I love you while you’re
Driving down neglected roads
Fighting suicide mode

I love you while you’re
Taking your imperfect life
Destroying all the strife

I love you while you’re
Even in your dying breath
Leaving me with nothing left


Emotions

A bleeding heart
A bleeding mind
Worn boldly on my sleeve
Yet…
The mask still hides all
Nobody cares to see underneath
Nobody seems to hear my pleas
Crying in silence
Tears falling in darkness
Weeping brings anger to others
Though I’m not sure why
So the mask stays
Tears leaving invisible scars
Untraceable self-harm
The world turns a blind eye
Fear takes control
Turns sorrow into paranoia
Am I cursed
Am I the problem
How do I remove the problem
Would others even notice
Should I remove the problem
They still can’t see beyond the mask
While my heart hemorrhages
Both sleeves permanently stained
Blatant, obvious
Wordless suffering
Endless torment
Can nobody see past the facade
My lies of happiness
My dishonest joy
Thousands of fraudulent smiles
To keep others pleasant
So they could never know my true pain
Though I desire for them to dig deeper
A constant conundrum
Of what I think I want
And what I’m not sure of
An exhausting battle
All behind the lighthearted mask
Except my heart
My bleeding heart
Sliced with depression and uncertainty
Blackened by hatred of self
Thickened with envy and lust
For the life I see in others
The grass is greener on the other side
While I forever drown in woe
Brought on by my own misery
I am aware
I am so painfully aware
Of what I do to myself
And yet…
I cannot break the cycle
I’m a poison, a lethal toxin
Killing those around me
Behind this mask filled with laughter
How can they realize it’s me
Nobody suspects what they deem as
The good person
But I will always know
Of who I truly am inside
A mendacious thief of life
A dedicated torturer of self
And a perfect butcher of emotions


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