"My name is Faith Horner (@faithh.ambie), and writing poetry has always been the best way I can process emotions and situations. I started when I was very young for school assignments, and then didn’t write again until 6th grade, which was due to another assignment. However, it reminded me of my passion for writing and ever since then it’s been my go-to way of truly expressing myself. "I struggle with various mental illnesses that are largely overlooked by the people in my life, and poetry is a way I can verbalize my reality, instead of keeping it all in my head. I’m new to showing people my work because it’s very personal to me. I am known to write poems about my romantic partners/crushes, but then feel self conscious to let them read them because in media, poetry is seen as a very big thing to give someone -- which is true to an extent, but also I just write a lot.
"My most common theme is usually dark subject matter, which is another reason I don’t share my work a lot. I’m working on creating more light-hearted poetry in hopes of being able to put myself out there more."
Alone in the Wild
who would send you out into the wild alone?
for alone is where i’ve always been
you reach a truce with the shadows
they see your fragile frame each time it collapses in on itself, shaking;shattering
they’ll be quiet if you are
they’ll keep your secret, if you do
they’ll watch the blood fall
turn their heads
for who are shadows of agony to judge
if walls could talk?
you are mistaken
i keep their secrets too.
Bicycle
man on a bicycle,
more like tricycle
with the way he acts like a child
staring and provoking
no qualms with uttering what he thinks is a compliment
realizing that I’m not going to reply
he response is to chuckle as he rides away
sure his eyes stay on my unmoving body
i stop for a breath on my run
i see him riding closer
I can already tell.
I can tell by the way,
his eyes pierce my young skin
how his smirk begins to grow
and his lips get ready to yell for me
i turn my back to him
so startled by his voice i nearly jump
my heart jolts
i stop breathing
i am frozen
praying that you just keep on riding by
because if you stop there in your tracks
I don’t know if I’ll run
or be stuck here screaming
as you grow closer
ready to reach out
poke and prod like your new toy
I raise my hands
please man on a bicycle;
should be tricycle,
please don’t hurt me.
It Seemed a Dream
it seemed a dream
the way the dream became truth
truth that spilled from our lips
into the dark night
and river rushing by.
I don’t want to believe
because if I believe
it will hurt when it leaves
i would rather be dreaming
than to lose these moments
with you
over and over again.
I can’t pretend to be happy
knowing it will end
end with you there
and me here.
tell me what is the point
what is the point
if it’s all going to end in a few short days
no point in denying
either side.
one side’s denial:
this will last forever
don’t think about tomorrow
the other side’s denial:
I don’t want you
I don’t want you close
don’t make me say, I love you
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