#PoetryMonth: a poem by @LilyLuchesi

Lily Luchesi:

Check out my new poem, exclusively for Poetry Month!

Originally posted on A Life Among The Pages:

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Blank paper is never my soul
Empty is something I don’t know
That’s why I write
To fill the empty void
To mar the pure whiteness of
The paper, the screen
To make it mean something
To make you feel something
I write for me
I write for you
I write because
If I don’t I just might
Too many emotions
To many words
Can’t keep the inside
Have to let them out
I can tell you
So I’ll write them here
Art is my addiction
Words are my weapons
My heart is full
My mind is bursting
Let me please
Unburden my soul here
Forgive my intrusion
Into the mind
But let me pull up a chair
Put my feet up
Here is where I’m most at home
In my own mind
With my own words

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Shine Through (a poem)

If any of you have veen helped by music,  you’ll undersrand where I was when I was writing this poem!

Through the noise
And the pain
It’s part of what kept my fighting through the rain
The screams ring still
In my ears
The end is ever drawing near
But if there’s one beacon
One thin string of light
On this Earthly plane
It’s your voice
Always able to cut through the madness
Reach me when no one else could
Like your warm hand on mine
Like a hug when I’m crying
Barely holding it together
Your art keeps me going
It keeps me strong
I’m so glad you found me
That fateful night
You’re a million miles away
But when I hear your voice
Is like you’re right there
By my side
Thank you for continuing to shine through

The Wrong Words (a poem)

Words left unsaid
Left hanging in the air
Like an unpleasant odor
Or a fine mist
So painfully obvious
Yet not acknowledged
Now you’re far away
In a new life
I wonder if I had
Said those obvious words
If you’d still be here
With me

Words spoken in anger
Not meant
Not really
But I said them anyway
You didn’t hear
But that doesn’t mean anything
I still said them out loud
Now you’re gone
You’ll never return
I miss you so much
I want to tell you
How sorry I am
For something
That you didn’t even know I said

Why do I say
Angry things that I don’t mean?
And that I can’t ever take back,
When the sweet things get
Left inside my head
Never to be said?



Thank you to those at @poetryloving on Instagram for spotlighting my impromptu poem for the prompt “guitar”. I wrote it in a matter of two minutes and bared it on someone very special to me and I’m glad it received such attention!
I’m so appreciative of the support I receive for my friends, family & fellow writers. ♥

Perfect Poison (a poem)

Your perfect concoction of
Sweet poison
Oh, how it spilled
Spills from your pretty pink lips
Like sweet nectar I lap it up
Fooling myself that it will help me
Make me better
And maybe it did for a while
But like all
Dangerous substances
It’s killing me now
Destroying me like
Fire slowly burns a photograph
Like the one we took together that first night
Smiling, your head on mine
I want to go back to that time
Lines were blurred
But you were here
Spilling your poison
Down my throat
I lapped it up eagerly
But like a drug
I’m having withdrawals
I’d rather OD on your sweet poison
Than die for the lack of it’s
Deadly effects