Red hearts we are born with,
Until life stains our skin.
Dunked deep into madness,
And the colours seep in.
Some come out glittering,
Rose-tinted, pure gold.
Other’s return bluer,
Ocean deep, slightly cold.
But those aren’t the colours,
Tattooed on my soul.
I’m not drawn to these wavelengths,
Like I am to charcoal.
There are those in the shadows,
Dark hearts, out of sight.
Untouched by the spectrum,
Dispersed by the light.
Yet into the blackness,
I would happily fall.
Black hearts, it would seem,
Aren’t so bad after all.
I am a writer. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon. But here I am a writer, armed with an astrophysics degree, a Paperchase pen and a half empty box of biscuits
Poem: New Life
Kirk S. Pinedaabout a year agoAnd so the story goes like.. I'll wake up in my own apartment a friend has crashed on my couch more times than I care to remember
I'm Tired...
Bianca Wargo2 years ago
to never be a human in someone's eyes... to feel like a thing meant to be used and played with... to feel like you are all you physically
Mind Ticks
Kalischa Mokhriby3 years ago
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis But it's funny because as much as I hate it it also ignites this: Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain
If Others Only Knew
Sickboy Lecuyer3 years ago
An agreement made before our boon We learn the end before the rules We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon And left to fight with inadequate tools
Regret Nothing
Jennifer Petersen3 years ago
they say feelings come and feelings go, so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away, the more I ignore them, the farther I stray.
A Castle That Be
Frank Kemble3 years ago
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
