I’ve been very slow with posting my poems here on my blog. I usually just put them up on Instagram as soon as I write them. I have so many to post here but if you’d like to see all the ones I’ve written, you can head over to Instagram and give them a look. Thanks for reading!
Tag: inspiration
Run
You were at the tip of my fingers
The first thing on my mind
Embedded deep in my heart
And the last to fall behind
Now my finger tips are severed
My mind is such a mess
My heart only a muscle
As you vanish ahead of the rest
Only Yourself
I thought I knew better
Taking people at face value
You do not see it
But there is always a glint
Behind them
Concealed so well
Be good
But never deceived
Trust nothing
But yourself
Always
Pages 2 & 3 – Poetry Journal
Here are pages 2 and 3 of my poetry journal. I have only been able to get this far but I will get back to it as soon as I can relocate my journal which I seem to have misplaced. Whoops! Hopefully more will follow soon…contingent on me finding it. Enjoy!
Catharsis
I fell back
Thought you were behind me
I missed a step
That wasn’t there
I fell back
Into a space
Undefined
But restless
Pacing to wear it out
Releasing to calm it down
Breathe
Tomorrow
I’ll be okay
Unconditional
You repeatedly said
Unconditional
I do not think
You know what that means
Not tearing down
Not scooping out
Not sacrificing
Beyond repair
That I lost myself
In the mess you made
And I reek of it
Deep inside
You wanted it
The way it was “supposed to be”
You wanted to take out
Everything I was
And fill to the brim
What you preconceived me to be
Did you wonder
Think to create
Something new
Without an instruction manual
Because the result differed
In reality
So you left
Telling someone else
Unconditional
It is not what you think
It means
Another Untitled Poem
I have
All the air
I need to breathe
I have
All my limbs
Free to move
I have
All my mental capabilities
To think how I want
I have
Choice
In things to be chosen
Then
Why do I feel
I am trapped
In a box without walls
Why do I feel
I don’t have air
Free to inhale
Why do I feel
I am on my knees
With a blow
Only I can sense
Why do I feel
Like I’m loud
Screaming
Shouting for recognition
In my silence
Why do I feel
Unwanted
Insignificant
A blemish
Permanent
Stubborn
Dark
Tainted
Only me
But
Unseen
So forgotten
Note:Â Symmetry helps me breathe.
Come Closer To The Light
Come closer to the light
It’s charming and hypnotic
Enchanting and a delight
Like the rush of a narcotic
Deception
Drifting in a dream
With its soft caresses
And convincing allure
Deeper into its spiral
Of picturesque romance
That paints you blind
Deceptive and dragging
Until the weight drops you
Stuck in a crevice of deep denial
Desolate in that dream
Or so it seemed
Now a fully raging nightmare
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Returning to poetry writing after a year and a half. That’s a long time!
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