OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

MATTERS OF THE HEART

I'm not laced with prettiness

Nor with looks that could kill,

Forget about sexiness...

All those description don't fit the bill.

I don't always look my best,

Nor am I always nice...

Hell, most times I'm a hot mess,

With strained and baggy eyes.

It all sounds absurd

And ridiculous in some ways

But i give you my word

And i mean what i say...

If you're looking for love that's one of a kind

That makes you wonder if it's too good to be true

Trust me it's not hard to find...

If you let me love you.

If you're looking for love high and low

The kind that's passionate and free

The love that makes you learn and grow...

Then come look for me.

I will love you with a true conviction

A love so fierce and strong

A love beyond craze and addiction

A love that will last you long...

So look for me and the love you dream of

I'll give you so much more...

Find me and I'ill give you love

I wrote this poem few years ago, still resonates with me -

Confused and bemused in confidence

Restless, ungratified while in peace

Screaming from inside for self expression yet no allies.

Beautiful thoughts but where is the pen?

Did you look beyond others or simply looked the wrong way?

Are you getting close? Are you lost?

Funny, no stars can guide you

But let's find each other

and in the presence ask "Who am I?"

@RainbowEater

I have not left

I am still here

Your heart a theft

I will appear

I did scream out

You could not hear

I'll see you soon

Dont leave the cage

Well start anew

And turn the page

Well stain that page

With red blood paint

I whisper to that into your ear

And my teeth are deep in skin to tear

I will be there

I will reappear

Tomorrow my dear

Far o'er the platinum shores,

Lies my wakening, the doors,

to who I am, to who I will be,

What will become of little old me,

When the tide comes in, and washes away

The marks that you and I made as we played,

Together in the sand, together in the moment.

As before I could make that needed atonement,

My hands slipped from yours,

And you walked out those doors.

Summer is almost done

and I haven't see the sun

until one odd day

hanging around in boredom

I saw you around

gazing your eyes all the way.

Ironically, I mind to look the other way

still, your eyes fixated right to my eye

while I looked down, down and down until you're gone

that night is crazy as I looked around for what is gone

Another day has come

but now you are nowhere to find

as the clock runs out and it's almost dark

I saw your shadows, as you first saw mine

I'm back to your eyes, back to your gaze

it was all I wanted to see

your eyes on me, my eyes off you

I laughed because my friends are funny

I laughed more because I knew you are watching me

the clock runs out once more

calling me to go back to my own

and as I passed by you I looked down,

down, and down until you're gone

that night is crazier, my summer magic has finally arrived

after midnight, the moon and stars are calling me out

when no one is around

eyes gaze on each other like something is connecting

burst smiles exchange that sounds like a laughter

it took a few minutes, before we looked down, down and down until it gone

monday morning came

summer is officially done

I walked in the trail of sunlight

as I finally see the sun shining on me, and only on me.

My summer sun

A Hopeful Pessimist

some days

are easier.

video games

and loving arms

and chocolate chip cookies

at 3 am.

others are less easy.

blank stares

vacant eyes

thoughts creeping closer

to the undesirable.

but

even when

i can no longer feel her arms around me

and the loneliness crowds around me

part of me waits

wishing

knowing

that this storm will pass

if i can just hold on

and i have hope.

it isnt much,

a sad, last chance sort of hope,

but its better than no hope at all.

(when i write i dont use capitals or punctuation please dont hate me)

Just because my eyes don't tear

Doesn't mean my heart doesn't cry.

Just because i come off strong,

Doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.

This poem is kind of a bunch of inner thought of a good girl who fell for a 'badboy' kind of guy and he changed her without meaning to.

Light and dark
So different
never able to meet
Never able to love

Dark and Light
how you never mix
why not change
and be together

Light not dark
gentle and sweet
all that is good
why not let in the chaos

Dark not light
troublesome fun
rules get broken
lips apart that meet at last

Light is dark
some shadow
hidden behind the certain
always fighting to remain

Dark isn't light
chaos
never control
why not

Light becomes dark
no more care
freedom that consumes
danger that developes

Dark consumes light
the candle flickers
one last time before it becomes
no more than a memory

Now dark controls
no longer forbidden
yet i still miss it
when I was your only light

The girl in black sits quietly still

When she looks back her stare could kill

People wonder at her history

Questioning perhaps a tragedy

But no one really knows the secrets inside of her soul

No tragedy in her past

No outward pain to see

Just the monster speaking fast

She just wants to be free

To eat means pain

So she must refrain

She's crying out to God

Fighting against the odds

She cries as she fights

Hand shakes as she eats

Breathes fast and light

Things must be neat