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Byerly Apr 2019
the coffee cream aside
next to the vine
in an old wooden table
he is sitting in a blue velvet sofa
dreaming with the golden mirror in his wall
exploring the illustration of a new world
he has his white sheep-like blanket
the blue sun staring at him
with the silver army beside it
a perfectionist with a red tattoo
plants in a medicine bottle
and a watch in his wrist
he's a healthy role model
just for the aesthetic
and golden petals
inspired by a Conan gray video
Byerly Mar 2019
Infinite sea
Are the drops of tears
I give to life

Infinite sea
Is where I came from
Is where I am
Is where I will be

Infinite sea
Are the roses from the garden
Is the hunger of the poor
Are the moments I remember
And I cant block

Infinite sea
Are the words that are written
Is the hope of people that need
Are the bullets flying in the sky

Infinite sea
Is what we are
This was my first poem ever. Hope you like it :)
Byerly Mar 2019
Long deep flowers
Running on your skin
Hear the sound they make
Like enormous bells
whispering
Hear
Memorize it
Isnt it peculiar
How they get tattoed in your veins
Your bones
Your muscules
Close your eyes and go back to 1926
The parade
Thousands of lights and lowed flowers
Flowers
That were the only thing somehow...
beauty
It was humongous
No one could ever capture their escence
Byerly Mar 2019
Take the cherries
As if they were yours
Jump from the house
Just to get a pair
It was just like living
Wasnt it?
In space or dreams you float
Ignore the gravity
And go take the cherries
The higher they are
The better they taste
A 20 thousand miles jump
Go walk the moon
Just for a touch
Of those cherries
Byerly Feb 2019
I was 11 years old when I knew
"female" was not me
I never like wearing dresses or skirts
but as the first girl in the new generation, it wasn't my call
I was always a princess
I wanted to be a pirate...
a viking...
a wizard...
that's when I knew
and I blocked it
I procrastinated in my own  gender
now I'm 18 and I put my old beanie on my head
just to remember the feeling
I didn't know I was bringing it back but now immortal
3 days have passed
my eyebags are darker
and my hair is shorter
I want the scars beneath my chest
and my beanie on my head
I'm not trans... but I do have a beanie on my head
Byerly Feb 2019
"Later" was the word I said to my friends before I left
"Later" was such a peculiar way of saying goodbye
As coraline i will keep my friends inside a frame
Those 2 am memories of singing in the shop store when nobody is awake
Or the smell of the sheeds that we put in the window so the light wont come in
Just so we can watch a movie in the dark
Now I woke up alone in this motel room
I could hear the people in the room next to mine
And I missed the way I didnt have to worry about money or food
But my life has just begin
Byerly Jan 2019
What is your happy place?
A person?
An animal?
Your family or friends?
An actual place?
For me is an ilussion
Something made up
Non existing
I scape trought my toughts and fantasies
Im with my love
Hes happy. Happier than he has ever been.
He had tons of issues
Anxiety, depression, lonelines
...emptyness
Just to say a few...
He's showing me that IT DOES GETS BETTER
His smile is unique.
Pure.
He's not in the void anymore
He's happy.
And I'm happy when I'm with him.
It's amazing how something unreal can free you for a while
Then you remember the real world
A ****** up world
A world without him
And you try to fight back the reality and be strong for yourself and others
You keep holding on until you feel that it is getting better
And you are finally free
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