@darling-velocipede group
citing you as inspiration n quote, obv
citing you as inspiration n quote, obv
AH yes, my incoherent 4AM ranting
i wanna be your umbrella on a rainy day
i wanna hold you till your pain's away
i just want you to be happy with me as i am
i just want you to smile, smile for me again
i wanna be the wet leaf that stole a kiss
i want you to look through a camera lens
i want you to see the beauty in the gloom
i want you to push past this "certain" doom
i wanna dance with you till the rain goes away
i wanna dance when it comes back another day
i just wanna sing along, singing to this sad, sad song
i want you to know you're feelings aren't wrong
i wanna save you from yourself, though all you do is run
i see you begging for my help, though you accept none
i just wanna help
i just wanna save you
i want you to know i care
i want you to know i'm there
i want you to love me
because i love you.
This is so goooooodddd tho
👉 👈 thanks
Oh that’s adorable, I adore it
Ty <3
MY BEST FRIEND MOVES LIKE A RATTLESNAKE THESE DAYS; WRITHING WILDLY ACROSS THE
FLOOR,
IT MAKES ME WORRY ONE OF US HAS COME UNDONE AND IT MAKES ME WORRY IT MIGHT BE
ME
BECAUSE THEIR SPINE SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SWIVEL LIKE THAT.
when does a flower stop being a flower? is it after all the petals are gone? is it after it's not beautiful anymore? or not recognizable? or when people stop caring? when it's just a stem? when someone crushes it, maybe accidentally maybe not? when someone plucks all the petals off, looking for an answer about the lover they want but can't have? does it ever stop being a flower, even once it's decomposed? does that mean the earth is made of flowers? i am made of recycled carbon; does that mean i am a flower? please god, please let there be a god, please tell me no–
i am too grotesque to be a flower.
I DIG INTO BRICK WALLS WITH MY NAILS AND BEGIN TO CRAWL UP; IT TAKES ALL MY
ENERGY,
STILL I GNASH MY TEETH I HAVE PLACES TO BE, BUT THEY'RE HIDDEN IN THE LOW-HANGING
FOG
OF THIS CITY– I NEVER LIVED IN A CITY BEFORE, BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF ALLEYWAYS
hii did anyone ask for halloween poetry? no? i'll leave this here anyway. tw for some spooky classic horror movie style unreality .
Beautifully spooky my dude
I love it
AH yes, more rambling. At least this based off something.
A darkness surrounds me
I'm atop a mat,
spinning for a crowd.
A crowd of people I don't know.
A cup of water rests in my hand,
I take sip, choking something down.
What is it?
Uncertainty?
Sorrow?
And can I really drown it
with the contents of this cup?
The room is silent
apart from the thud my foot makes
as I push off for another spin.
Everyone's watching.
In my other hand is a bag.
What's in it?
Who knows?
They say it's a beanbag, but
it began to doubt that after
the first time I dropped it.
I could hear a shatter, as it
dropped with my heart to the ground.
I made a mistake.
I tripped.
I clutched the bag tighter.
Determined to never drop it again.
I took another sip, and stopped spinning.
My footsteps wobbled.
I fell to the ground.
No one was cheering,
booing,
it was silent.
My eyes closed
and then opened again.
"Why is everything suddenly so bright?"
TW: implied sh
Beautiful everyone!
I really love this @darling-velocipede
Hell yes.
Lowkey keep forgetting to post in both poetry chats.
But uhh, I feel slightly awkward sharing this now, but here, have a poem I wrote yesterday, I believe.
Summer is such a finite amount of time
it goes so fast, it can only be held on to as long as it holds back.
But for some reason, when I'm with you, it feels like I can hold on to summer as long as you hold me.
It makes me feel like we're back in our summer uniforms, sharing our second kiss
The one where you said "I love you" for the first time.
The way you pulled on my necktie as the distance between us closed; your soft eyelids slowly lowering
behind the fortress of your oblong glasses.
Fireworks went off in my heart, whistling loud before sizzling off in a beautiful explosion.
The moment felt like something I didn't deserve.
Kiseki.
It's all here in your arms. I wanna stay in them forever and even the day after.
Until the winter goes away, and the world shares our summer, our joy
our utter bliss.
Oooooohhh that’s good
Tired
Tired and miserable
Crying
Crying and confused
Strange feelings you can’t quite place
Raw emotion that erupts in a volcano of tears
“What’s wrong?” They ask
“Why are you crying?”
I don’t know
Maybe it’s the blood
That comes every month
Maybe it’s the blood
That bleeds from the victims of injustice
I don’t know
But I’m tired
Tired and confused
Unsure
And I look them in the eye
As they tell me that
Maybe it’s time to change some things
About me
And cry
I don’t really care about me
“Do your chores!”
“Do your work!”
“Stop staying up so late!”
Do those things really matter?
I don’t know
Maybe I should start thinking of myself
Maybe I should make some friends
I don’t know
But I’m tired
Tired and confused
Good night
I 100% relate to this. I love it
Thanks :)
@Tired-but-passionate, @fuyu, @SpookyXans-the-moon i just wanted to say thanks again for always being so sweet on my poetry. it means a lot and really helps me keep writing.
Awww of course! You’re a wonderful poet
Yeah man, it's fire!
Of course! Everyone deserves encouragement, especially with something they're passionate about.
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