sorry i haven't been very active on this chat in a while! but i've read all of your poems and i think they're all great! <3
(yeah these are all awesome, everyone's been posting long, descriptive ones so it's really nice to take a break and see short hard ones) (I still wrote a long one, lol, it's for English so what do you think??)
Mashed Potatoes
An echo of an echo
Keeps reaching my ears
The screams of the children
Grow louder than my fears
The phantom of their daydreams
Still filter through our cheers
A pale and freezing hand
Wipes away no one’s tears
When locked in internal debate
Don’t try to see their side
Infection tries to penetrate
The warmer, innocent minds
When trying to concentrate
Always, always try
To never want to imitate
The humans over the line
Instead of sleeping peacefully
I’ll lie awake in carnation red
The melody in the harmony
Doesn’t want to die
The struggle, and the bravery!
Of shredded, clouded souls
I love, but hate humanity
When it comes to killing dead
Mud, and rocks, and leaves, and sticks
That’s all it ever is
A timeless thing, a tockless tick
It lives inside our heads
On an other's back, the weight of bricks
Is worse than on your own
Infinite choices, but no one picks
And everything tastes like mashed potatoes
BRO WAIT A MINUTE THAT'S WAY TOO GOOD HOLY SHIT???????????????
holy fuck, dude, that's really good
If we only would take the time to
Breathe
See what we were made to
See
Be who we were made to
Be
In a world where we feel lost at
Sea
The maybe, you and
Me
Could turn into something
Remarkable
It's short and shitty… take it.
I hear your heart
race
and your lungs
scream
and your ribs
crack
and your bones
break
and your blood
freeze
and your veins
burst
and we're
laughing
and your
dying
G A M E O V E R
If we only would take the time to
Breathe
See what we were made to
See
Be who we were made to
Be
In a world where we feel lost at
Sea
The maybe, you and
Me
Could turn into something
Remarkable
It's short and shitty… take it.
This sounds so finalizing like I'd read this to wind down after a nice day I super enjoy it thank u
I’m halfway paralyzed
Sipping lemonade mixed with lies
Bitter caramel soaked in brine
A lovely song filled with lies
Hoping for a new way
Doesn’t take the pain away
These emotions, not so easily explained
I hate when rain falls on a sunny day
Color dripping from my fingertips
Count the stars, make a list
I’m halfway paralyzed
Sipping lemonade mixed with lies
Bitter caramel soaked in brine
A lovely song filled with lies
Wishing for a different hue
Don’t make the blacks any brighter
Orange dancing leaping flames
Jumping from my lighter
I’m halfway paralyzed
Sipping lemonade mixed with lies
Bitter caramel soaked in brine
A lovely song filled with lies
You know me
You don’t know who I am
You think you know me
You don’t know who I am
Wishing for the stars, not on them
Falling from the sky, you know, when
Your blood is coming from your heart
I’m never sure where to start
You know me
You don’t know who I am
You think you know me
You don’t know who I am
Wrapping up all my scars
I’m still wishing for the stars
The spear through my heart cracks
My vision explodes with reds and blacks
The tower I’ve so carefully stacked falls
Its cascading roar drowns out my desperate calls
You know me
You don’t know who I am
You think you know me
You don’t know who I am
Everyone is dressed as wraiths
Drifting past the gilded cage where my body lays
I’d apologize, but I don’t
know
how
you're just out here posting two bangers while i'm desperately tryna write something that resembles a poem
you're just out here posting two bangers while i'm desperately tryna write something that resembles a poem
oof
(they're super amazing lol i enjoyed reading them!)
my muse left me entirely i used to shoot out like 5 poems a week and now i cant even finish one scene w my comfort characters
but i can still rp so small comfort
you're just out here posting two bangers while i'm desperately tryna write something that resembles a poem
oof
(they're super amazing lol i enjoyed reading them!)
thanks they'll eventually be songs i just need staff paper
my muse left me entirely i used to shoot out like 5 poems a week and now i cant even finish one scene w my comfort characters
but i can still rp so small comfort
i feel that :') im just writing random stuff to kinda get the creative juices flowin, ya know? no plans with these writings so it's not like i have any pressure to make it good, i just gotta write whatever