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 have been writing for some time, now. I've got two more to write after this one. This is the fifth one. The other poems prior to this are here, if you're interested:

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 extremely valuable to me so keep me posted on what you think! Hope you enjoy this collection of poems, each one written about different individuals.

charm

August 25, 2020

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fever dream,
burning, yearning,
consume and devastate my
quaking heart.
melt it into honey; sweet-tasting
bliss.
by a simple smile, a flash of teeth
and an upbringing
of your lip corner
you can make me gush
and blush 
and burst my soul
into fire.
how do you have this effect on me?
it's worrying, really.
but i can't get enough.
no one can.

puppy-like features,
a playful sparkle sewed in your gaze,
a constant sparkle of intrigue
and passionate mayhem.
irresistible.
cute pouty lips
spread into a flirty, boyish grin.
gambling people's attention,
telling stories of
never-confirmed kisses. 
but you have class, a tangible energy
and a zest for life.
i guess charisma comes naturally to some.
you are blessed with an infinite supply.
you sprinkle it like pixie dust,
but use it wisely.
there may not be enough 
for you. 

living the dream and fulfilling your own,
is it worth it?
are you good enough?
puffy, swelled eyes, chubby cheeks,
immature, unmanly, squeaky high voice.
work harder, fight harder,
be harder. 

still not good enough.
long hours of training, eyes constantly on that
mirror. reflection picking everything
wrong. tripped up, wrong step,
ouch! try again.
chasing your tail,
running through a maze.
skipping meals,
precise practise:
fainting.
still not good enough.

you give them another
flash of that smile.
weaving your small hands through
the silk of your smooth short hair
and as you withdraw the stray wispy strands
cascade to your sweaty forehead.
you bite your lip by habit
and leave them gasping in awe.
radiant in the spotlight
are you an angel, or just another
one of us?
none of that matters;
just you looking handsome and
utterly perfect
matters.
do you think you're good enough now?

well, apparently not.
once you're by yourself you sigh,
raking a towel through your 
sweat-soaked hair. 
it was fun. but you made mistakes.
so you dwell on the with an inward regret,
but you won't let the others know.
you comfort them and you
give, give, give.
aggressively showering praise to everybody;
anybody. just not
yourself.
filling a void in people's hearts,
ignore your own emptiness.
they have drunk you up, ringed you out,
leaving you raw and dry
and alone.
and you still carry on.
you'd rather charm others
than care for yourself.
you crazy, beautiful man. 

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6 Comments
  • Tushar Mandhan

    Are u sure you're human or some reincarnation of a great poet? or maybe you're a poet in disguise? LOL I loved it.


    19 days ago
  • Lone Wolf

    WTF HOW DO YOU WRITE SUCH AMAZING MASTERPIECES?????? TEACH ME PLEASE


    25 days ago
  • Paisley Blue

    ... basically just read Samina's comment again—literally my thoughts exactly. This is SO GOOD!


    25 days ago
  • Samina

    OMG OMG OMG!!!! THIS IS MY FAVORITE PIECE TILL NOW. I READ IT 3 TIMES IN THE LAST 10 MINUTES. ITS BREATH TAKING !!!!! OMG! EACH WORD IS SO POETIC!!


    25 days ago
  • BlueWolf476

    WOAH!!! I am just speechless!!! So good and I feel like perfectionism is always out of reach and is nothing is ever quite good enough. I feel like you described the feeling so perfectly it is impossible not to be taken on a journey. Love the lines filling a void in people's hearts,/ignore your own emptiness./they have drunk you up, ringed you out,/leaving you raw and dry/and alone. I love how alone. seems so final.


    25 days ago
  • ~wildflower~ (previously Daisy + Sage)

    I love this! Especially the last stanza, the last line and this part: “ give, give, give/aggressively showering/praise to everybody/anybody. just not/yourself.” I think these words really capture the essence of this piece and I love the formatting of them!


    25 days ago