Invisible poetry 💙

Writing is my happy place. Even when my stories are sad, or when my voice is filled with anger, they always take me to that place of peace and serenity. I’m not a writer. I just let my heart speak its truths and I’m grateful if someone likes it.

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Invisible poetry 💙

261

Writings

215

Followers

290

Following

Beyond repair

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1 min read

One second it took.

And now I’ll spend my lifetime

Trying to fix it....

Poetry

Drama

Broken Trust

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1 min read

It takes more than love.

Impossibly beautiful,

the way you broke it....

Poetry

Drama

Believed

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1 min read

“I believed.”

Believed-Beloved-Bellow

Stop it, Amy!

You’re always doing this

when you are nervous.

Why am I nervous?

I’m freaking out!

Graveyards do that

to people.

Wait! What? What!

How did I get here?

I don’t remember.

“I believed.”

Believed-Because-Before

Stop it, Amy!

It’s just a stone!

Means nothing!

Am I cold?

I’m trembling,

Am I hungry?

No? What do I feel?

Nothing. Pain. All.

This isn’...

Poetry

Fantasy

It shouldn’t be…

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1 min read

Why did you have to hold the red rose,

into your palm, supporting the thin stem

between your thumb and index finger?

Didn’t you know that this means misery?

Why did you look away when rain was starting,

exactly to the left, and raindrops

fell onto the right eye, in shape of tear?

Didn’t you know that this means treason?

Why can’t you understand that we are doomed,

That all the signs are pointin...

Poetry

Humour

Probably Not

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Will she ever dance again?

Her warm blue eyes, a mixture of

innocent misfortunes

are staring at the ceiling,

her prayers - hitting a deaf wall.

She never trusted angels, anyway.

Her trembling thoughts give voice

to only screaming - it’s fine,

she tells herself, the crying is inside.

Bodies forgotten somewhere,

in the war zone, between

reality and lies, are howling asking:

Will she ever dance agai...

Poetry

Drama

Fiercely green

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I don’t belong, never have I,

to this wild field so fiercely green,

that only lives inside of you.

So tell me, darling, who am I,

a wicked weed you’ve never seen,

a lonely tree, a flower blue?

Wildflowers under my steps die,

and we deny what should have been

whenever I run towards you.

So here I am, saying goodbye,

onto your chest my head I’ll lean

to hear your heartbeats strong and true

For...

Poetry

Drama

Espresso Macchiato, by the way

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In the semi-darkness the pebbles look like coffee beans.

And you look like an angel.

Let’s stay, then, in the semi-darkness,

Here, where the sea has the flavor

Of freshly roasted coffee.

Tell me again the most important thing:

Not the fake “love you!” of midsummer,

Not the pretended care of my wounds

-the abandonment wound still hurts,

by the way!-

No, these don’t really matter.

Tell me, most of ...

Poetry

Drama

Yellow and Blue

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I wore my yellow dress the day I met you,

I believe now, it was the perfect color

for talking small things like weather,

and the reason of your smile.

And you wore blue.

Then, one day, at the bookstore, you came closer,

with a yellow book full of poetry!

You read it whispering, each word of yours

making love and music inside of me.

And your eyes - bright blue.

I never told how blue my heart was ...

Poetry

Romance

As ONE

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Frustration

Indignation

Infatuation

Love.

These words are now forbidden.

Depression

Obsession

Over-expression

Faith.

These mind sets are now banned.

Anxiety

Piety

Spontaneity

Hope.

These inner states are now suppressed.

Next generation

Will only action

Through reason

Or in prison

They will be put.

Robotic minds

In humankinds

Will seek permission

If there’s suspicion

Of human feel’...

Poetry

Fantasy

Songs of Damnation

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1 min read

My lover, dance with me

upon the misty waters!

And never ask why my arms

turned into white wings.

Just look away, for my eyes

lost all the blue within them.

Oh, kiss me not, my lover!

Don’t intertwine our fingers!

Cover your loving eyes

and dance, like lovers do

upon their lost songs

of damnation.

My lover, be my heaven,

even if I’m your hell....

Poetry

Horror