This hope is what remains from who I used to be
So I protect the flame, preserve it
Only to watch it, this dangerous thing
Disappear, go out with fierce winds
By myself like a mad girl, with maddening edges
Still a part of me.
<Thank you everyone for your time and reading these, I love short poems and reading between the lines>
His car smells like lavander and the roadkill in the back
Everything starts with nice weather and ends in a massacre
Honey, I don’t think I’ll be coming home for dinner.
See you in August!
For all the rock bottoms we’ve hit
We’re at a bridge
For all the times we’ve let the water in
This time we won’t swim
As the wind blows, we shake
As the gravity calls, we break
Our nature within echoes.
It starts with my gut
And then it rises up
It gets to my head
So I sleep in a strange bed
The voices go dim
Chances of recovery seem slim
It’s drowned with a pill
Pain I can’t kill
I wish I had dreamt
It creeps up when I least expect.
No matter where you want me now
I’m indifferent to the geography
I’m the closest to you but you never need me there
We’ll communicate somehow, if I’m not such a travesty.
We chop you down
Break you know into little pieces
Throw you in the fire pit
To keep ourselves warm.
This is obviously about bonfires.
The sun is in a turmoil
in a fight with the earth
as its love for the moon
is deeper in the night.
A filament breaks in me when we scream
We always pull our own weight up
I fell through your heart and stood still
I can’t find your bed but I can make it tonight
When you throw your heart around it leaves a stain
Hearts on sleeve melt from burning flames
I don’t hate the dark that much, you’ve been a shadow to tolerate.
Can your Hogwarts Houses change? I used to be in Gryffindor but now I’m Hufflepuff? What even.
If books scar me emotionally
Music heals me
If music feels empty
Movies add color
If movies feel shallow
Books are always here.
I wrote this in middle school and it still feels relevant>
I have a one track mind but the voices in my head tell me to look sideways
Calling me a name so pure, they start in sync
Overpowering a feeble audio that sounds like me
It’s something they say, turning me inside out like a siren song, an unbound tune.
I feel like I’m overrated
Always on the edge, unbalanced
As the odds tip, I spill
Everything less or in excess
I can’t seem to moderate
the things I need and create
I’ve broken myself into pieces
and people know the lies
Entirety of me too much to handle
Either nothing or the whole damn package
with a ribbon on top
I feel like I’m at the both ends of a spectrum.
painting is the one we morphed into
Blending brush strokes and swirls
How the colours coalesce
Changing gradient and hues
For evermore in our hands
Scars shining like stars
In a well fit frame.
van Gogh’s art is universally liked, right? But it’s his madness I sometimes envy.
song is the one I’ve cried to at 11am
Falling asleep in the day
Dreaming of an alternate reality
The same song played on a different frequency
Standing the test of time.
That moment of light made you see me
How I can disappear from beneath
Tried and tested places don’t feel safe
Your words never live up to the cover
On a chilly December evening
Falling apart but the covers hold us together
Our voices echo in the empty house
We wouldn’t be doing this in our right minds
Lover wouldn’t be written in the corner
You’re not worth the wait, so I leave
Mismatched colors won’t get you by anymore, so you don’t follow.
If you know where to find me, send me your location
I’ve been stuck in a waiting room
Bound to boarding flights, ready for departure.
<When the only people you fall for are amidst of saying their goodbyes>
I love that last line so much btw.
looking down to see how far i’ve fallen to get up here,
it’s a rocky climb with feet dangling from cliffs
it can be the ledge for takedown
or a runway for take off,
endless bottoms keep no promises
at least open skies make you feel close to an escape.
Loved the blur of you
So soft and undefined
Never come into focus
Your sharpness may hurt like a knife.
talking numbers, it’s been 4 months since I started posting. thank you so much to everyone>
It won’t tell what you’re the most, certainly not the least
It shows that you’re a beast,
It won’t respond to mirror, mirror on the wall
As it stands tall in the darkest of halls,
You won’t see what you wish to be
But the demons you’re scared to let free,
It won’t transport you to another world
Where an opposite reality could have unfurled,
You might think you’re fine
But here the stars don’t align,
That’s the only way,
You won’t ever be at rest
It’s The Mirror of Possessed.
I had this idea, I really hope it translates.
nights in the rearview mirror
crashing into glass
a sudden halt
throws us forward and then back,
we can’t talk about it
but i retrace our path,
tire marks on an empty road
it’s a story told in the past
drive in reverse
til you get to the start,
now can we tell where this ends
and we part?
this poem uses half my brain to understand and i’m the one who wrote it. fancy much?
Under your skin
It’s guilt that grows
In your veins
It’s jealousy that flows
It’s something to feel
And everything to conceal.
Under the ice
Top of the mountain
I look for your heart.
A dark cave
In a deep valley
You hide it.
Close but distant
It’s darkness I see
Trying to peek.
sometimes I write endearing words too, just sometimes.
Where I am
I cannot see,
To find myself in a mirror
I’ll be what you seek.
Capture the world in pictures
Explain it in words
Break it down into syllables
Zoom in til it’s just pixels.
Ahead of pride month, a rainbow! Such beauty.
You’ve been preoccupied
But what I’ve written
Has made you smile.
Listen to this or the one before,
My next serenade
May take a while.
I wish I could give back everything you think I’ve taken
Just so you know
I didn’t need you, then or ever.
Streaks of red
Dots of white
Over a blue-violet sky, bright
Reminisce into the night.
We sing in a rocketship going to the end of universe
Metal and survival kits hang like decoration
Elements that make up your name have been discovered
Buttons taped to your hand determine our fate
Blow out the candle in space before we inhale the cake
It’s a countdown to feel weightless, a party in zero gravity.
Those moments where a relationship headed towards destruction? And you’re at a party but you want to have some fun?
Where to begin?
Pick up a thread and another
Make a knot
Tie it together
For an endless loop
A reality to tether.
Have you tried completing something while also being a perfectionist about it? I just end up tangled in loops.
I wouldn’t pin you down
Give me that much credit.
I’ll let you off the hook
For my own benefit.