Scibbles of myself,poetry,floetry,writing

Words Pour — March 14, 2018

Words Pour

I feel it start to perspire

Damping the walls of my soul
Everything starts to sweat

My heart becomes cloudy
The flow builds up till it pours

seems like the rain last forever
I let it build till I’m

about to drownd in it
Till I’m mumbling rhymes

in my sleep
Till I’m  freestyling walking

down the street


when this pen is in my grip

My soul pours through it
Just like the rain pours from the clouds

No telling how hard it’s gonna rain

There is no radar for the soul tho

So I do my best to catch

the words as the pour

READ WITH CAUTION — March 5, 2018


Written by Destiny Bergeron 

She picks up my notebook and opens to an unknown page in my heart

looks up with those magnetic brown eyes and ask

which one is about me

I just laugh, shake my head  and say

which one isn’t

her eyes get really big as she fans through 350 pages

she says,you’re  kidding, I close the notebook and warn her

you might not like it

I don’t say much I try to show my love by the actions I make

Just saying it is cliche

I must make my feelings for you tangible in some way

whether it’s a kiss, my sincerity or in a bunch of nicely arranged sentences

the energy created when we are connected

is the blood of poetry

Combined with our star crossed faith, how we drift apart and together again

against lifes wind

no poet could resist writing it

So go ahead keep reading

And you’ll see how you feed

the Shakespeare in me

Make me strive to be a better me

You break my heart when you leave

You’ll see my insecurities

the fear of you realising you’re so much better than me

That you might find someone who more evenly matches your astonishing beauty

You’ll see, How I hide these fears

In fear that you’ll think less of me

The words I never say

In respect of our love

I put my fears on a page

insted of questioning our trust

right to your face

It’s not your fault

It’s my insecurities

They stay in my notebook

Where no one else can see


Poets cut, this my favorite poem


Fixed — March 4, 2018


Written by Destiny Bergeron 

Rearrange my gravity

With the weight of your heart

Fixed in your orbit
You have wobbled my axis
And raised my climate

Disturbed my existence
With your astonishing presence
I’m Ieft with no defense
helpless to resist

My tides roll according
to your pull
My days are numbered by,
how times you light up my life
My Reason, what I want to discover and everthing I’ve ever known

Like the ancients followed and stars worshipped the stars                 I fallow her

The Hunt — March 3, 2018

The Hunt

Written by Destiny Bergeron

Know I don’t scare easily

Your a savage you feast

but I see the beauty in the beast

Despite those you have lost the fight

Beneath your sheets

I’m not weak

You take what you plz

Leave them in pieces

For hearts you are a fein

You think I’m like the rest

I’ll be begging on my knees

Well do what you please

I’m stronger than you think

I enjoy the hunt

You think I’m the prey

You dont realise how far I can run

You’ll be be hunting this heart forever

And that’s just what I want

Time —


Written by Destiny Bergeron

It’s always ticking

Never slows or quickens

You think if you start running

You maybe able to get ahead of it

But it’s relentlessly constant

Closing in on your existence

It never sleeps will catch up

to you as you dream

Snatching you back to reality

like tic toc b@*#h it’s me

You could run your whole life

But everyone runs outta time

Behind What You See — March 2, 2018

Behind What You See

Written by Destiny Bergeron

It’s behind what you see

It’s what use to be

Amongst mangled trees

And rustling leaves

Twisted decaying memories

Of what lies beneath

Souls forgotten still walking

They are condemned

by the evil that took them

If you dare walk this path alone

Keep your eyes forth

Don’t focus on the shadows

Or the noises that are unexplainable

If you see a woman who says

She knows which what to go

Don’t fallow her

If you didn’t grow up here you

Might of never heard

stories of the woman

who can’t walk alone

These woods belong to her

And the souls that trusted her

Now they walk with her behind

what use to be forever


Urban legend in my neighborhood about an old creepy abandoned road leading to Saints of Providence mental hospital .

Nightmares of a Poet  — March 1, 2018

Nightmares of a Poet 

Written by Destiny Bergeron 

I’m sunbathing on the beach

The world crumbles under my feet

I start to see the will of humanity

get washed out by the sea

Tides pounding the cries of our ancestry

On my beach, the horizon is all I see

Or is it a tsunami

cuz, it seems to be

taking over the sky

Our planet doesn’t care

if we live or die

And it would be

smart to end our time

We are very selfish beings

That put wealth above

the ground we walk on

Billions of kinds of different life

has lived without destroying eachother or our planet

like we are doing

When the wave starts to black out the sun I wake up

Wondering if my dream

Is a warning of what’s to come

Maybe it’s a metaphor

for my own life

I wipe the tears from my eyes knowing the fear I felt

wasn’t only mine

What do you see

when you dream of mankind

Captain’s of Flow — February 28, 2018

Captain’s of Flow

Written by Destiny Bergeron

My fellow captain’s of flow

Those who hold words

As a treasure

We sail the seas

to find the stories

That speak to humanity

With our pen as our compass

And our hearts as our vessel

We traval towards the unknown

So no heart ever goes without the being heard

No character without an adventure

No hero without an evil to conquer

No truth left unturned

Or mystery untold

Our pens set the coarse

We find comfort in theses words

We are humbled by the wonder

Inspired by all thats left to discover


Literature in all its different forms from new to old is beautiful

Anomaly of Hearts — February 27, 2018

Anomaly of Hearts

Written by Destiny Bergeron

It’s beyond words

No metaphor

Or adverbs

No sentence exist

If you said you found one

You’d be lying

I got piles of poems trying

But there’s no defining

My pen feel helpless

And my heart is disappointed

With its every attempt

Fact is we don’t make since

But maybe the anomaly is

what keeps going

makes us defy

The physics that say

we’ll never make it

Worded Warrior —

Worded Warrior

Written by Destiny Bergeron

Cautious with my thoughts often
Every changing like the rules of engagement
holding my sorrows
Shedding my tomorrows
Like a beast in the summer
I am a war torn soldier
Stationed on the front lines
of good and evil
With my pen as my sword
I pick them apart word by word
Verbs use to destroy
whoever comes forth
Metaphors like arrows
fly high over your head
than rip through your flesh
till you have nothing left
Im a savage by habit
Constant forward motion
Like im in locomotion
So approach like your life
Is sacred
you are only an enemy
If you choose to be
These lil blue lines are my territory