Short Poetry

Gepubliceerd op 10 november 2020 om 09:28

Some written poetry that is wondering in my head.

Tracing circles with fingertips dragging from lips to lips, lips to tips, tips to bliss, hunted excavated traversed, throughly, explored

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel like something

I stood there in front of you and I thought of everything that had ever broken me, I thought of everything that ever shattered my heart, and in that moment when I looked at you I thought of how maybe I'll tell you someday. But for now, I just exhaled. And I spoke nothing of any of it.

Because all of it make sense now, and none of it mattered anymore

And if there happen to be things you do not understand, and your pain comes from a place that is entirely out of your hands, it is okayt to close your eyes and do nothing more than breath knowing you do not have to carry the weight of all those things. You are allowed to seek peace, right here, all by grace no matter what has changed or what has fallen out of place

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul

There's an ache that waits to be touched by your fingers. A fire beneath this skin that turns to goosebumps the second it feels their presence 

The way you are, how much you feel, how you move, how you love. You are such a light. Such a brilliant light. You are meant to be with someone who is shifted by you, whose soul is there shaken by you, don't waste one more tender breath that you have in your chest on someone who was only there to break your heart

Let go of the illusion that it could have been any different

He convinced her to jump promising that he'd catch her but as soon she started to fall he already turned around

You're voice echoes. Vibrates through every atom that make my lips tickle. So I play. Fingers gentle caressing the moisture that drips like sweet honey, until my soul gives in and I feel my body dance

I deserved a better goodbye

Some written poetry that is wondering in my head. Close.. It holds all these fears, but all this softnes, in the most vunerable place we ever know

I don't know if I regret you intirely, or miss you completely. The truth between my heart and head is blurry sometimes

Early on I dicided to be a painter. I thought it might be the easy way out

She thought he found the colors to paint where the world had left her grey. She was wrong

I raise my voice noy so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard

Please be gentle with your body. It loves you more than anyone or anything in this world. It fights every cut, every wound, every broken bone, sometimes without you even knowing about it. Even when you punish it, it is still there for you, struggling to keep you alive, keep you breathing. Your body is an ocean full of love. So please, be kind to it. It's doing the very best it can

They Slipped briskly into an intimicy from which they never recovered 

Shake the hidden colors out of my bones and I'll paint you a love worth staying for

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