Submissions by HORTENSIA
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words are like the thousand pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Each word,when combined in a particular way,can create pain. When this word and this phrase are combined,joy is created. Create,feel,destroy,learn. As all is the power of word.
THOUGHT
THOUGHT
If every heartbreak, tear and hurt,
Left a scar upon the flesh,
A glaring mark, a painful reminder,
We would all be shadows of our pain.
If every heartbreak, tear and hurt,
Left a scar upon the flesh,
A glaring mark, a painful reminder,
We would all be shadows of our pain.
576 reads
0 Comments
ARMOR
My mother cries silently in the room next to mine,
but the fingers in my ears only make the cries louder.
Merciless hands pour the blood of my sister,
and the horror in her screams crack my fortress of pillows.
Tears scar my face as they storm to numb the pain,
desperate, they claw; all but in vain.
The salty bitterness rushes,
my heart begins to flood;
under the weight it cracks, and I break.
The darkness contaminates what is left of the light,
I look down at the filth lying there in front of me,
and I plunge the blade in the heart of my...
but the fingers in my ears only make the cries louder.
Merciless hands pour the blood of my sister,
and the horror in her screams crack my fortress of pillows.
Tears scar my face as they storm to numb the pain,
desperate, they claw; all but in vain.
The salty bitterness rushes,
my heart begins to flood;
under the weight it cracks, and I break.
The darkness contaminates what is left of the light,
I look down at the filth lying there in front of me,
and I plunge the blade in the heart of my...
534 reads
0 Comments
I Am Afraid
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because I fear they might never return.
I'm afraid to open my eyes,
because I fear to see what I fear.
I'm afraid to let out my cries,
because I fear that no one will hear.
I'm afraid to open up my closet,
because I fear what darkness there lies.
I'm afraid to let anyone in,
because I fear they might fear what they see.
I'm afraid to listen to the voice,
because I fear the voice might be right.
I'm afraid to wish on a star,
because I fear it will never come true.
I'm afraid to live to the full,
because I...
because I fear they might never return.
I'm afraid to open my eyes,
because I fear to see what I fear.
I'm afraid to let out my cries,
because I fear that no one will hear.
I'm afraid to open up my closet,
because I fear what darkness there lies.
I'm afraid to let anyone in,
because I fear they might fear what they see.
I'm afraid to listen to the voice,
because I fear the voice might be right.
I'm afraid to wish on a star,
because I fear it will never come true.
I'm afraid to live to the full,
because I...
688 reads
3 Comments
The Right In Its Wrong
I would love to say,
that I had a heart of stone.
Because maybe then,
I would not feel their scorn.
In a world where you feel,
like you dont belong,
a home,a sanctum,you long.
I did everything wrong,
is what I must admit.
Though my heart breaks to say,
that I feel no guilt.
I feel no right,
and I feel no wrong.
Please dont judge me,
cause you believe I'm wrong.
The right of this world,
is wrong in itself,
but the truth is a fire,
that the dying moth desires.
Once you understand,
where in life,you stand,
you...
that I had a heart of stone.
Because maybe then,
I would not feel their scorn.
In a world where you feel,
like you dont belong,
a home,a sanctum,you long.
I did everything wrong,
is what I must admit.
Though my heart breaks to say,
that I feel no guilt.
I feel no right,
and I feel no wrong.
Please dont judge me,
cause you believe I'm wrong.
The right of this world,
is wrong in itself,
but the truth is a fire,
that the dying moth desires.
Once you understand,
where in life,you stand,
you...
863 reads
2 Comments
Missing Heart(if found,please return)
731 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by HORTENSIA
Page: