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i wanted to share some of my poems with you
now you all will see just how pretentious i truly am lmao
any feedback or opinions are welcome
short poems
"indecision"
heart torn in two
it is agony to stay and wait
but to walk away
would leave a piece behind
flawless, cold, honest
he's not worth your time
you love him, how weak
it's better if you just forget
shaking, beaten down
but what if this is it
coughing up blood
still hoping for the best
"inhale"
smoke
flowing from heart shaped lips
as paper and tobacco addiction
calms jittering nerves
smoke
curling through chill night air
invisible but tangible in the cold
as flames dance in stained glass eyes
smoke
choking in lungs that can't find words
stuttered outburst of smothering grey
struggling to find meaning in nothing
"daydream"
finding pictures in clouds
of cigarette smoke and dust
make angels in the ash
of childhood long past
"cake"
sugar glazed eyes
coffee cream skin
self rising thoughts
that cannot be beaten
smooth caramel lips
with a vinegar tongue
glossed over words
fall from fingers
dripping with honey
spun sugar bones
engraved with networks
of miniscule mistakes
truth dusted like cinnamon
too much and you'll choke
layers so many layers
of thick frosted lies
until they all melt together
look what a mess you've made
"habit"
objections lay discarded
like worn out clothes
stepped over day after day
avoided for the sake of normality
thoughts rise in throats
quelled near instant by fear
leave things as they are
change only brings pain
neatly stacked, growing higher
until it topples onto this house of cards
burn the old clothes old thoughts
start anew, pain is but a facet of life
"syrup"
head held under
told to swim
protests are choked
on salt water syrup
barefoot on cut glass
be balanced be poised
on tiptoes painted red
perfection is fragile
smile they're watching
pearl shine teeth
wound with spiderweb cracks
the truth is a venomous bite
frosted glass eyes
are shut to the world
painted curtains flutter
they see through your windows
"dance"
sunlight flows and dances
like bare feet, soft on marble
cracks mark the walls like handwritten scars
tears fall to the ground, still they sparkle
a shock when it came, the fires set in
it happened too fast to be startled
as sirens speak of our last chances
this ending feels all too artful
still the last dancer spins on gentle feet
in her mortal and ash covered garden
with myrtle of bones growing above her
as to the strings of this world she grows partial
heart torn in two
it is agony to stay and wait
but to walk away
would leave a piece behind
flawless, cold, honest
he's not worth your time
you love him, how weak
it's better if you just forget
shaking, beaten down
but what if this is it
coughing up blood
still hoping for the best
"inhale"
smoke
flowing from heart shaped lips
as paper and tobacco addiction
calms jittering nerves
smoke
curling through chill night air
invisible but tangible in the cold
as flames dance in stained glass eyes
smoke
choking in lungs that can't find words
stuttered outburst of smothering grey
struggling to find meaning in nothing
"daydream"
finding pictures in clouds
of cigarette smoke and dust
make angels in the ash
of childhood long past
"cake"
sugar glazed eyes
coffee cream skin
self rising thoughts
that cannot be beaten
smooth caramel lips
with a vinegar tongue
glossed over words
fall from fingers
dripping with honey
spun sugar bones
engraved with networks
of miniscule mistakes
truth dusted like cinnamon
too much and you'll choke
layers so many layers
of thick frosted lies
until they all melt together
look what a mess you've made
"habit"
objections lay discarded
like worn out clothes
stepped over day after day
avoided for the sake of normality
thoughts rise in throats
quelled near instant by fear
leave things as they are
change only brings pain
neatly stacked, growing higher
until it topples onto this house of cards
burn the old clothes old thoughts
start anew, pain is but a facet of life
"syrup"
head held under
told to swim
protests are choked
on salt water syrup
barefoot on cut glass
be balanced be poised
on tiptoes painted red
perfection is fragile
smile they're watching
pearl shine teeth
wound with spiderweb cracks
the truth is a venomous bite
frosted glass eyes
are shut to the world
painted curtains flutter
they see through your windows
"dance"
sunlight flows and dances
like bare feet, soft on marble
cracks mark the walls like handwritten scars
tears fall to the ground, still they sparkle
a shock when it came, the fires set in
it happened too fast to be startled
as sirens speak of our last chances
this ending feels all too artful
still the last dancer spins on gentle feet
in her mortal and ash covered garden
with myrtle of bones growing above her
as to the strings of this world she grows partial
longer poems
"running out of metaphors"
only so many ways
to tell the same story
these lines hold together
a soul tearing at the seams
whispered fanciful words
drawn from a mind
with too much to feel
weave curses into flower crowns
wind together bandages
of pretentious metaphoric
use words you barely know the meaning of
so your verses make as much sense as your thoughts
alabaster walls inside of your mind
everything feels the same
anathema truth drips down the plaster
paint over it with excuses in sky shades of blue
"a cage of walls"
pacing like a caged animal
these off white walls
hold captive like iron bars
it feels like people are staring
three meals a day
always to sleep at the same time
routine, ordinary, boring
this feels like a prison
sit against the cracked plaster
in the corner of the bathroom
why are there bars on the window
the mirror is always staring
three meals (of water) a day
pills that eventually stay down
curtains torn and knotted
can't stay in here forever
shaking with anger
don't like being watched
shards of glass in the bathtub
the mirror closed it's eyes
three days of pills and vodka
choking need air, open the window
lean out for a second, inhale exhale
this feels like freedom
"poets"
words spill from poets lips
the most honest you can ever be
unfiltered and bitterly honest
ink stained souls and coffee cup hearts
metaphors hidden in every intonation
and every syllable carefully measured
poets are not liars and we do not pretend
we do not paint the truth a different shade
than what it really is
thoughts tumbles from our throats
and from our fingers
in delicate phrases
and in sharply spat honesties
poets care too deeply
and in a language unspoken
poets will spin the mundane
into honeyed lines of silk
"free kisses"
always
we are told
a first kiss is something amazing
fireworks, sparks, magic
but too many times
it is only
something to choke the loneliness
smoke, ashes, reality
expectations
built and not met
hopes
held high then forgotten
but then
when time passes for too long
and leaves only a question
"what's wrong with me"
when no one makes us special
makes us feel wanted
we grow desperate
desperate to feel like we are normal
we forget it's meant to be special
or maybe we just don't care
because really, magic isn't real
love is a joke
we just don't want to feel wrong
so we stop waiting
we start trying, trying too hard
we stop treating it like something precious
and start thinking of it as payment
a bribe we can give out to buy normality
our kisses are handed out to everyone
like candy on halloween
and empty wrappers litter the floor by our beds
we grow addicted to the sugar rush
of feeling wanted for the night
but the fireworks are only there in the dark
and when the sun rises it casts only shadows
it's almost what you want
but you are a paper doll
and these sparks are out of your control
they catch on your fragile so fragile skin
you burn but you are addicted to the warmth
the heat of skin that feels wrong against your own
but at least there is skin against your own
and you tell yourself this is right
this is what you waited all those years for
one day when someone comes along
and you do feel the magic
you will run
because magic isn't real
and you're afraid that the sparks in their eyes
will catch on your skin
and you will burn up again like so many times before
"torn clothes (and other less replaceable things)"
brittle fingers
that must be matchsticks
everything she touches
burns to the ground
leaves her afraid
to get too close
paper lantern skin
thin and fragile
while flames lick at her chest
she breaks at a touch
and catches alight
apologetic as she burns
eyes of seafoam and smoke
sand crusted hair
and mother of pearl eyelids
she lies in a bed of warm water
tinted the red of relief
an illusion in a white bathtub
oxygen tank lungs
she dives deeper every time
tranquil, chill darkness
holds her down
saltwater in her veins
and spilling from her lips
in a house of cards she sleeps
tiptoes around arguments
lowers her voice as another raises
purple and blue flowers
blossom on her paper skin
it won't happen again
galaxies inside of her
fragile porcelain skull
old ripped jeans
from falling too much
and young torn minds
from falling too deep
"starlight"
in the moonlight, expectations clung to skin
and lies sunk their jagged edges into a heart
made of hope and dripping with trust
leaving a wound that could not be hidden
by long sleeves and wristbands
in the light of dawn, glass mistakes lay empty
throats that whispered promises of forever
still ache with remnants of burning, bottled love
alcohol vows and poison hopes lay unmentioned
on the floor next to last nights discarded clothes
in the daylight, caffeine eyes avoided like traps
should blissful addiction take hold again
honeyed tongues and strawberry smiles
but the sweetness cannot stick for long
and seeds catch bitter in fragile teeth
as the sun sets, clouds smother clarity
sky dripping colours, world painted grey
constant ringing questions sit unanswered
wanting to know yet not willing to ask
but spinning thoughts cannot be put on silent
mistakes were made, was the answer through text
apologies that taste of salt water and vodka
trust flows from pale skin dotted with stars
hope is choked from sunken lungs, it seems
desperation is only beautiful in the starlight
"in this heavy rain"
you've made me into a cliche
i stand in this heavy rain
shivering but not with cold
and the tracks down my face are hot
a salt water downpour
all i can say when you leave me wordless
your eyes radiate coffee and amber sunlight
pushing back the words that drip from my soul
i am a rainstorm of emotions and honesty
you are a beautiful sunlit day
but the sun always sets and streetlights show the truth
you're a bad luck charm
and i still want you
i wish i didn't
i wish i had some semblance of control
but i don't
because a bad luck charm is still a charm
and i'm still clinging to your curse
it's not your fault
you're an empty blue sky
who cannot find a way to care
for the torrential too honest words
of a girl with desperate
clouded eyes
for i would only distract from your glow
a clear azure canvas of potential
you are beautiful
but you are hollow
an endless expanse of stunning colour
that every windy heart and thunderstorm soul
wants to fall into
but if we were to join you in the sky
suddenly our beauty is not so clear
from up close
and you would move on
for you are empty blue sky
and that's what makes you beautiful i guess
no one can come near you
that just wouldn't be you
so you stay clear, and stunning, and passing
and in your wake you leave storms
a hurricane, self destructive in her confusion
a wildfire, burning every bridge she built on trust
a downpour, standing in this heavy rain
wondering why she was wrong
why i was wrong
"blanket"
6 nights spent avoiding the empty bed
where sheets lay untouched
because the blanket still smells like you
5 nights spent in the arms of strangers
whose eyes are the same colour as yours
i tell myself this is a coincidence
4 nights spent on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor
and my thoughts no longer sound like my own
a dinner of pills and water is all i've eaten in days
3 nights spent avoiding worried phone calls
telling my friends i've just fallen ill but i'm fine
the dial tone provides comfort through the night
2 nights spent in a hospital bed
where life is fed back to me through a drip
and i try to pretend i'm okay
1 night spent on the cold mattress
where sheets laid untouched
and the blanket still smells like you
"gasoline"
why do we romanticize pain
we paint portraits of heartbreak
like it is something beautiful
we sing songs of it
and write stories about it
and we make ourselves believe
that it is something beautiful
it is not beautiful
it is messy and confusing
we set fire to our bones
for people who will watch us burn
we cloud our souls in the smoke
so we cannot see how wrong it is
to break for somebody
who won't even try to fix you
i've heard breakups described
as "burning out too soon"
as though the love we feel
is a fire that can only last so long
and maybe it is
maybe our emotions are the fire
and the smoke hides all the problems
until we realise all that is left of us
is ashes of what we thought we could be
so we try our best to ignore the heat
crawling through our spine
and melting away at our thoughts
as we lie to ourselves and tell ourselves
that this is what we wanted
that we meant for this to happen
when you saw the spark in their eyes
and wondered what would happen
if it were held to the gasoline in your chest
you thought you could control the flame
but it grew out of control
and you found yourself with no choice
but to stand and smile as you burned up
with no choice but to watch
as the one with what-ifs on their lips
and sparks in their eyes
grew wary of your dying flame
and moved onto the next gasoline heart
only so many ways
to tell the same story
these lines hold together
a soul tearing at the seams
whispered fanciful words
drawn from a mind
with too much to feel
weave curses into flower crowns
wind together bandages
of pretentious metaphoric
use words you barely know the meaning of
so your verses make as much sense as your thoughts
alabaster walls inside of your mind
everything feels the same
anathema truth drips down the plaster
paint over it with excuses in sky shades of blue
"a cage of walls"
pacing like a caged animal
these off white walls
hold captive like iron bars
it feels like people are staring
three meals a day
always to sleep at the same time
routine, ordinary, boring
this feels like a prison
sit against the cracked plaster
in the corner of the bathroom
why are there bars on the window
the mirror is always staring
three meals (of water) a day
pills that eventually stay down
curtains torn and knotted
can't stay in here forever
shaking with anger
don't like being watched
shards of glass in the bathtub
the mirror closed it's eyes
three days of pills and vodka
choking need air, open the window
lean out for a second, inhale exhale
this feels like freedom
"poets"
words spill from poets lips
the most honest you can ever be
unfiltered and bitterly honest
ink stained souls and coffee cup hearts
metaphors hidden in every intonation
and every syllable carefully measured
poets are not liars and we do not pretend
we do not paint the truth a different shade
than what it really is
thoughts tumbles from our throats
and from our fingers
in delicate phrases
and in sharply spat honesties
poets care too deeply
and in a language unspoken
poets will spin the mundane
into honeyed lines of silk
"free kisses"
always
we are told
a first kiss is something amazing
fireworks, sparks, magic
but too many times
it is only
something to choke the loneliness
smoke, ashes, reality
expectations
built and not met
hopes
held high then forgotten
but then
when time passes for too long
and leaves only a question
"what's wrong with me"
when no one makes us special
makes us feel wanted
we grow desperate
desperate to feel like we are normal
we forget it's meant to be special
or maybe we just don't care
because really, magic isn't real
love is a joke
we just don't want to feel wrong
so we stop waiting
we start trying, trying too hard
we stop treating it like something precious
and start thinking of it as payment
a bribe we can give out to buy normality
our kisses are handed out to everyone
like candy on halloween
and empty wrappers litter the floor by our beds
we grow addicted to the sugar rush
of feeling wanted for the night
but the fireworks are only there in the dark
and when the sun rises it casts only shadows
it's almost what you want
but you are a paper doll
and these sparks are out of your control
they catch on your fragile so fragile skin
you burn but you are addicted to the warmth
the heat of skin that feels wrong against your own
but at least there is skin against your own
and you tell yourself this is right
this is what you waited all those years for
one day when someone comes along
and you do feel the magic
you will run
because magic isn't real
and you're afraid that the sparks in their eyes
will catch on your skin
and you will burn up again like so many times before
"torn clothes (and other less replaceable things)"
brittle fingers
that must be matchsticks
everything she touches
burns to the ground
leaves her afraid
to get too close
paper lantern skin
thin and fragile
while flames lick at her chest
she breaks at a touch
and catches alight
apologetic as she burns
eyes of seafoam and smoke
sand crusted hair
and mother of pearl eyelids
she lies in a bed of warm water
tinted the red of relief
an illusion in a white bathtub
oxygen tank lungs
she dives deeper every time
tranquil, chill darkness
holds her down
saltwater in her veins
and spilling from her lips
in a house of cards she sleeps
tiptoes around arguments
lowers her voice as another raises
purple and blue flowers
blossom on her paper skin
it won't happen again
galaxies inside of her
fragile porcelain skull
old ripped jeans
from falling too much
and young torn minds
from falling too deep
"starlight"
in the moonlight, expectations clung to skin
and lies sunk their jagged edges into a heart
made of hope and dripping with trust
leaving a wound that could not be hidden
by long sleeves and wristbands
in the light of dawn, glass mistakes lay empty
throats that whispered promises of forever
still ache with remnants of burning, bottled love
alcohol vows and poison hopes lay unmentioned
on the floor next to last nights discarded clothes
in the daylight, caffeine eyes avoided like traps
should blissful addiction take hold again
honeyed tongues and strawberry smiles
but the sweetness cannot stick for long
and seeds catch bitter in fragile teeth
as the sun sets, clouds smother clarity
sky dripping colours, world painted grey
constant ringing questions sit unanswered
wanting to know yet not willing to ask
but spinning thoughts cannot be put on silent
mistakes were made, was the answer through text
apologies that taste of salt water and vodka
trust flows from pale skin dotted with stars
hope is choked from sunken lungs, it seems
desperation is only beautiful in the starlight
"in this heavy rain"
you've made me into a cliche
i stand in this heavy rain
shivering but not with cold
and the tracks down my face are hot
a salt water downpour
all i can say when you leave me wordless
your eyes radiate coffee and amber sunlight
pushing back the words that drip from my soul
i am a rainstorm of emotions and honesty
you are a beautiful sunlit day
but the sun always sets and streetlights show the truth
you're a bad luck charm
and i still want you
i wish i didn't
i wish i had some semblance of control
but i don't
because a bad luck charm is still a charm
and i'm still clinging to your curse
it's not your fault
you're an empty blue sky
who cannot find a way to care
for the torrential too honest words
of a girl with desperate
clouded eyes
for i would only distract from your glow
a clear azure canvas of potential
you are beautiful
but you are hollow
an endless expanse of stunning colour
that every windy heart and thunderstorm soul
wants to fall into
but if we were to join you in the sky
suddenly our beauty is not so clear
from up close
and you would move on
for you are empty blue sky
and that's what makes you beautiful i guess
no one can come near you
that just wouldn't be you
so you stay clear, and stunning, and passing
and in your wake you leave storms
a hurricane, self destructive in her confusion
a wildfire, burning every bridge she built on trust
a downpour, standing in this heavy rain
wondering why she was wrong
why i was wrong
"blanket"
6 nights spent avoiding the empty bed
where sheets lay untouched
because the blanket still smells like you
5 nights spent in the arms of strangers
whose eyes are the same colour as yours
i tell myself this is a coincidence
4 nights spent on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor
and my thoughts no longer sound like my own
a dinner of pills and water is all i've eaten in days
3 nights spent avoiding worried phone calls
telling my friends i've just fallen ill but i'm fine
the dial tone provides comfort through the night
2 nights spent in a hospital bed
where life is fed back to me through a drip
and i try to pretend i'm okay
1 night spent on the cold mattress
where sheets laid untouched
and the blanket still smells like you
"gasoline"
why do we romanticize pain
we paint portraits of heartbreak
like it is something beautiful
we sing songs of it
and write stories about it
and we make ourselves believe
that it is something beautiful
it is not beautiful
it is messy and confusing
we set fire to our bones
for people who will watch us burn
we cloud our souls in the smoke
so we cannot see how wrong it is
to break for somebody
who won't even try to fix you
i've heard breakups described
as "burning out too soon"
as though the love we feel
is a fire that can only last so long
and maybe it is
maybe our emotions are the fire
and the smoke hides all the problems
until we realise all that is left of us
is ashes of what we thought we could be
so we try our best to ignore the heat
crawling through our spine
and melting away at our thoughts
as we lie to ourselves and tell ourselves
that this is what we wanted
that we meant for this to happen
when you saw the spark in their eyes
and wondered what would happen
if it were held to the gasoline in your chest
you thought you could control the flame
but it grew out of control
and you found yourself with no choice
but to stand and smile as you burned up
with no choice but to watch
as the one with what-ifs on their lips
and sparks in their eyes
grew wary of your dying flame
and moved onto the next gasoline heart
hope y'all enjoyed. i might add more in the future if anyone's interested
-A
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