PureHeart

United Kingdom

~ i grew a flower that can't be bloomed, in a dream that can't come true ~

| joined August 16, 2018 |

Message to Readers

This poem is part of a selection of poems that I will be writing in due time. This is the second one. The other poems in the collectionare here:

1. https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/183112/version/370006
2. https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/183113/version/372290
3. https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/183114/version/376995
4. https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/183115/version/377476

Your thoughts and opinions are valuable to me so keep me posted on what you think. Hope you enjoy this collection of poems, each one written about different individuals.

profound

October 27, 2020

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cold.
no warm. but no one will know.
shards of ice against ivory skin
dressing your softness rigidly
in a cold exterior. 
clean, crisp suit on brittle shoulders,
tie strangling your collared neck.
you smile, tight-lipped.
it's not real. none of it is.
business-like facade.
when will the real you
shine?

now? yes. when these rare
beautiful moments break free,
and when your ice mask has melted,
you're different. much different.
beaming gummy smile,
giddy mischief sparkling in your eyes:
who are you?
a young man, who once took himself
into a storm of brave severity,
has reached the other side. 
i think you are handsome
when you set yourself free.
yet why do i still ask
if this is the real you?
maybe it's because i know
it is not.

chew. spit. chew some more.
nails decrease by each heartbeat.
bite into skin.
ouch. harsh.
emotionless eyes,
a small, certain frown,
the facade is back.
behind that face, i fear
a storm brewing. 
still as a stone statue,
silent in its deaf awakening.
shining tempest in
the globes of your eyes.
don't cry. but do.

spitfire slam poems.
power in your gait
as you thrust your body
to the beat. 
this is your chance.
let it all out.
aggression, anger, UGH!
the fury burning like
a thousand fires.
showing anger,
when really you want to cry.

gushing blood,
breaking sweat,
pouring tears.
is it worth it?
gazing through the empty crowd,
passing by flashing lights
and strange strangers.
when they see you,
you want to hide.
disappear into invisible
nothingness.
but you know your breath
breaths life into others.
so you carry on.

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  • ~wildflower~

    Wow - I love this series!! Your writing style is so unique and the formatting and occasional use of short sentences is very effective. I feel like there are so many layers to unpack in this poem, and I think I’ll have to read it a few more times to fully understand it, which is great! It’s like a treasure trove that doesn’t have a bottom - there’s just more and more wonderful meaning to unpack. I particularly love this part: “a storm brewing./still as a stone statue,/silent in its deaf awakening./shining tempest in / the globes of your eyes./don't cry. but do.” Like, what?!?!?! I don’t even know what to say about this description!!! WOW! It’s just incredible! Anyway, I’m excited to read more of the series!


    3 months ago
  • Samina

    This is so powerful, I felt like someone is speaking these words out here. I am loving this series and would love love to read the next ones.


    4 months ago