everything I post is personally written by me, @messypoet on instagram and allpoetry as well!
I dream of open skies and fields, with less cries and less squeals, with an ocean breeze not far out of reach, and the sky above to thank for each.
By MessyPoet3 years ago in Poets
I don’t like to write when I don’t feel anything I wait up for the night to set my demons free. they look for my eyes when they speak to me,
I’m not sure if it was your goofy, child-like tendencies or the light you seemed to spark in me. but the way you laughed, smiled & looked at me
past the point of the headache & congestion, past the point of the wheezing & the questions don’t want to remember the last 20 minutes like I don’t want to remember the last 20 years
holding on by the last string on her harp, she sings sweet melodies to the demons in her heart. lately, taming them’s been tearing her insides apart..
By MessyPoet4 years ago in Poets
I’m tired of living in different worlds and I’m tired of pretending I’m some hopeless little girl I know my strength and I know the truth
clear skies, trees with eyes dress at my feet and a horse at my side water trickling and I really feel alive love to be me with my hair never tied
By MessyPoet5 years ago in Poets
usually I see the light when I put up less of a fight usually I’d make the time lately I’m trying to sleep at night like planted sugarcane in the middle of a desert
dark days, long days my heart aches and it breaks from the merciless pain they inflicted when they put out your flame
Three times I’ve called, And still no answers at all. None of you can hear a sound, Buried so deep under the ground. This grief reeks
When I look at the skies All I think about is you But you were hiding behind lies I was so naive believing they were true