#oldpoetry

[poetjonnyox]

The only caves I wish to enter are adorned with your lips. -Jonny Ox #spelunking #exploring #caves #underwoodtypewriter #jonnyox #lipsfordays #redlips #pinklips #exploreroftheseas #enteratyourownrisk #passiontwist #hotonbeauty #oldpoetry #ancientwisdom #lipstickcollection #beautifullips https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc-4sw2Olq1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[starlightandshadows]

chaos was a strange man

but now shall be greeted as an old friend

-m.a.r

[rectifire23]

Perfect Destruction

Think back to before everything got messed up and I

Just want to scream and kiss my old life goodbye

I don’t recognize who I am today

Spend my time trying to run away

My past is a shadow of mistakes

That I just can’t seem to escape

They say, “You’ll be fine” “Just give it time”

Being alone makes time seem worthless

Your comforting words are old, I’ve heard this

Don’t put your arms around me

Just keep your distance please

Be careful, you might get this disease

Where it seems like I beg you all to pity me

I told you to watch your step

And don’t take that as a threat

Merely advice so you don’t regret

Having me in your life as a friend

[thoughtfulstranger13]

Dancing in the Rain

I’m jumping in puddles and dancing to the sound

Of the rain pitter pattering and bouncing off the ground

The rain is making music, bouncing off the window pane

And that is why I’m dancing, dancing in the rain.

The rain is falling faster, and dripping down my cheek,

It’s dripping down the river banks and filling up the creek.

The rain is pitter pattering, and seeping down the drain

And that is why I’m dancing, dancing in the rain.

 The rain has almost stopped and now the drops are very few

The rain is almost gone and the sky is turning blue

But the rain will come again, knocking on my window pane

And when it comes again, I’ll be dancing in the rain.

                                                                   -thoughtfulstranger13

[megsdfghjkl-blog]

you know  ever since you left me i feel empty, it keeps me awake at night and it doesn't let me get up in the morning, because the hardest thing in the world is grieving someone that is still alive because i have to watch you smile and get on with your life and don't get me wrong i love to see you happy it's all i ever wanted for you but it hurts that i'm not the one painting that smile on your face anymore and although you're beautiful it's tearing me apart when i remember how the world stopped when you looked into my eyes but it was all lies and i don't know why but i still think you love me despite pushing me the fuck away. i just wanna know why we can't talk about this today because i love how you don't get up until 2pm and how all you eat is breakfast for dinner, you get lost in a world of once upon a time and drink cold cups of tea with literally no milk in them. i love the mole on your back that you always try to hide and i can read you like a book but apparently i missed out some pages because last week you promised you would never leave again and this week you're gone without a proper goodbye. i didn't think you were capable of hurting me. you were just an angel with heavy hands

meg hefferman 

[laughlovedreamimagine]

- caughtinthewaves

[calculatingremnantoasis]

oktobarski dan

subota danas

teska subota al ustajem

ne mogu vise da se pekmezim

placem, ne jedem

nemam od tog nista Allaha mi

danas sam odlucila da cu bit stara ja

makar fizicki

vraticu se u svoju formu koju sam gradila

otisla sam u teretanu nakon duze vremena

kupila dvije proteinske cokoladice u cm

i usput ugledala dylan blue crni

prsnula ga na dux

i mahinalno mirisala kroz voznju kolima

ispusila sam 6-7 cigara

i vozila do Zivinica

sa rendom pjesmama,

dok si se ti setko s novom djevojkom

kaze mi drugarica da si izgledo zbunjeno

gledo u tacku i pravo dok ona prica

al ne znam sta da kazem

tako si izgledo i sa mnom

a volio me najvise na svijetu.

ne prodje ni tren da ne pomislim na tebe

Boga mi

karma me udara, znam da mi se vraca ovo sve

iako drugarice kazu da nema karme

da nisam kriva ni za sta,

al nejse

nema veze

odbolovacu, plakacu, proce

al idalje u malom djelicu mozga

da mi se pojavis

bilo kad bilo koji tren

mislim da bi tako normalno reagovala

kao da nisi nikad bio tudji

al ne dolazis mi

krade te dan, krade te noc

ne znam sta bih vise rekla

jos jedan oktobarski dan

i to je to

[spacesickprism]

Captive

I had a lot of criticism with this one and another one of my poems, way back when I was submitting them to teachers and fellow students at my university. I think it's because it read weird, but at the time I had reread a fanfic and I legittimately had came up with this as part of a "dark and brooding" scene where the main character was waiting for back up. But you can't exactly tell your teacher and classmates that, now can you. At least, I didn't have the guts too. But, poetry is also about interpretation, and there is no artform quite like this-form.

Captive:

It’s dark here. Although only God knows, where here is. All I see is the shattered light, that could only be procured by moonlight.

I don’t know how long I have been here. Months? Maybe. Years? Not likely.

My mouth tastes like copper. Like the taste of blood when you accidentally bite your tongue, Because you were eating too quickly and didn’t realize. It tastes like the kind of copper ma warned me never to put in my mouth, Like the penny I thought would taste good but hurt me on the way out.

It’s cold here. Wherever here is. Its colder than the chilly air found only in the fall, but not colder than the air in the mountains, When you don’t have a jacket to keep warm.

I don’t know when my saviors will come get me, I don’t know if I will ever see my family. I don’t know if I will ever feel the August air, when the humidity is just right, and the peak of summer has finally ended.

What I know, Is that heaven nor hell can stop me. From tearing apart this monster in front of me.