Autumnal nightAutumnal nightAutumnal night by ~Abraham-Alghanem
The feet feels cold
Jacket on the shoulders
The shirt was not folded
A cup of tea
Three Suitcases by the door
A bitter-sweet feeling
It's thirty minutes past four
No choice but to leave
For a new start
No choice but to leave
And let love into my heart
AryaShe is a wolf in her dreams.Arya by *DearPoetry
Sitting upon an iron throne-
Woman of an old Greek myth,
A woodland Goddess
with a fire spirit sleeping
in her veins, a hyena heart
thrives within a ribcage embrace.
This lovely girl steals the hearts of kings,
assassins, and lowly blacksmiths.
Lacking honor, brave little shoulders shrug-
She whisperes, "My heart beats for no one."
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress by *DearPoetry
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,Dragons Blood by *DearPoetry
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorryI miss you by *DearPoetry
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playg
DNAJagged teeth tear at my fleshDNA by ~alleykat14
Silver steel slashes the mesh
Blood drizzles from open wounds
The apparition of it soothes
Pacifies the wrath within my soul
Appeases the hate that leaves me cold
Keeps me sane and keeps me real
Can't help I like the way it feels
It's in me, part of my mind
Written in DNA that binds
Knife connects with soft unscarred skin
I try to stop but I always give in
To the monster within me
He craves the pain
So I give it to him
And for now I am still sane
From the Tree of Spoiled ApplesUnnurtured and picked before ripe,From the Tree of Spoiled Apples by ~madamsarah
you're one of many bad apples grown from a tree that is rotten to the core.
Forced to grow in disastrous conditions,
only the destroying of the root can stop it from poisoning more.
Purge The SoulRifts of layered satinPurge The Soul by *lantern-rose
move and cover whole
and binding to the core
as the rift provides more
Ways to turn and toss
lessening the hold
Interwoven truths unbound
tethered to the sea
Currents carry taint away
let go of the handle
offered by the spout
Quench your thirst in rivers
clearing up the drought
Throw it all away
clothes cast upon the shore
'till ghostly skin is crystal clear
and find out you have more
~the purging of the soul~
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco by *DearPoetry
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
I wish things were differentI wish things were different, I wish they are like what they used to beI wish things were different by ~Abraham-Alghanem
I wish people would care about me
I wish my family would stop being ignorant and look around
To what they've done to me, and that they have put me down
I wish my friends would open their minds, and realise that things aren't like what they used to be
But it's impossible, like a blind man to see
I think that what makes this journey worth the pain
That you will not live again
You won't have to deal with everything one more time
You won't have any feelings to rhyme
If broken promises and sad goodbyes are what makes this world so unkind
Then, what kind of life is w
BlankThe black of night envelopes the mind,Blank by ~SadisticYellowBird
and the toxic pleasure reminds,
That everything around is not some glorious product of life;
Rather, all is the nectar produced by the reaper, slaying all it finds.
The numbing indifference like a cloud come to life,
But it too feels nothing, it was never read its last rights.
For them it will flea,
Trying to leave you be,
But you'll miss the comfort of knowing nothing...
More so than anything.
It stands correct to wonder,
Why not just let it go?
The loss could be for the better,
Or maybe it would be for the worse.
If the sack of bones,
Writing with these meaningless sounds,