Just a bunch of my poems

[JadenxAtemYAOI]

Enslaved In Rapture and Remorse

 

I am a slave to this.

Constantly thrusting in my chest.

Shoving itself throught the palms of my hands.

Needles in my fingertips.

The clock’s tick just isn’t enough for me anymore.

Hours fade to days.

Days fade to weeks.

Weeks to years.

And still, everything is the same.

This fire burning in my throat,

Remains there months later.

Raindrops on a window,

Diving down to the bottom.

On the pane,

Sits a small puddle of water,

Where a few have fallen completely.

But so many still strong,

And willing to hold on.

There goes another one,

Slowly lowering with each breath.

I am a slave to this.

Won’t someone help me break free?

“This is merely insecurity,”

Some have told me.

But no.

This is past that.

I need somebody to help me break free.

Free from these shackles,

And free from this remorse.

Someone like you.

You cared for me,

And picked me back up again.

When all hope wa ran empty,

You brought me to my feet.

After a stressful day,

You put my mind at ease.

The care and the faith you’ve given me:

More than enough to say

“This is how I feel about you.”

“This is how I feel about life.”

Rapture.

 

 

I’m a poet.

 

Dancers and addicts are all poets.

Song writers and lovers.

mollested children and beat wives.

 

Poetry is no exaggeration.

everyone is a poet of life.

Writing each last refrain.

 

What every poet wishes for.

 

A dance and a drug.

A song and a love.

A safe home.

 

Come be my wish.

I won’t stop whispering.

Until you run out of stardust.

 

Put hope into the eyes of unspoken poets.

We are the literature of the world.

The world where not everything rhymes.

 

 

Closing my eyes, seeing all of the beautiful lies of the world.

Under the light touch of the waterline, the balloons in my sky striving for oxygen. Colorful blades of grass curling up and feeling numb.

Petite limbs of trees with sap slowly flowing through the insides.

The flapping of the doves wings as it slowly is giving up for the beautiful world that is beneath the water.

 

woke up, sweating

and screaming.

The way you haunted me in my sleep.

Busting in my my dreams,

shattering my hands.

Uninvited, you came into a world that isn’t yours.

Burning wholes, into

my skin with your lit cigarette.

Only possible explanation,

intoxication.

Setting off lightning,

in and outside my room.

 

Horrible look in your eyes,

me in my night dress.

Acid a main component of your body.

It eats away,

every time you touched me.

You weren’t the Only one who’s tried without permission.

Telling my baby sister,

to go downstairs.

I wish this would all stop.

Because my dreams ruin people for me.

 

what do you think?

[Zimiri of the Muse]

not bad