I love music and people. I write poems when I'm procrastinating and because I like to procrastinate a lot it works out (YAY). I also love sarcasm, if you could not tell. I'm actually a really funny person (in my head, at least, unless everyone is laughing at me, not with me). However, my poetry is pretty emo. Be warned
I love music and people. I write poems when I'm procrastinating and because I like to procrastinate a lot it works out (YAY). I also love sarcasm, if you could not tell. I'm actually a really funny person (in my head, at least, unless everyone is laughing at me, not with me). However, my poetry is pretty emo. Be warned
Star McCown
Star McCown
1 day ago

So, I know it's kinda strange
That we just did things
And I know that you're not meant for me forever
But, let's just get some breakfast
Because breakfast doesn't mean that we're together
And skillets aren't sexy anyways

And I know you have a girlfriend,
But that’s ok because so do I
So it's okay don't sweat
Let's just get some breakfast
Because I know by tomorrow we're dead

And I know that we're pretty messed up
Because we had sex last night
And I know that you have a girlfriend
But I still think you're pretty cool
So let's just get some breakfast
I would like to share a waffle with you.

This poem is one of my favorites that I have written; I want to put notes to it and ask my good friend to help me translate it to music.
#love   #breakfast  
Star McCown
Star McCown
4 days ago

the Lord is coming
come before Him on your knees
and pray to Him,
for he is endowed with great gifts

He will share his flesh with you
and make you one with him,
a most Holy Communion among
two celestial bodies

#religion   #lust  
Star McCown
Star McCown
5 days ago

His violent ways have violet ends
He says I look beautiful in purple
And pretty in red

Pretty, pretty

An artist with a free hand
who likes to use warm bodies
as a canvas to convey an emotion
that he pretends to share,
to show the world that he cares
about beauty but only if it is brooding

#love  
Star McCown
Star McCown
5 days ago

You compliment me and expect me to bloom for you,
But pretty words don’t grow flowers, actions do.

#love  
Star McCown
Star McCown
5 days ago

Even with a gun to my head,
and a blade to my throat,
I’d lie about what I feel for you
I’d rather slit my throat
than hear you affirm my doubts
and secure my insecurities.
To feel alone
feels better than
To feel pain.

Star McCown
Star McCown
5 days ago

We live in a house with
a broken mirror on the wall
to the right.

They don’t see the cracks,
And they’re right,
there aren’t any,

But I know the mirror doesn’t work like it’s supposed to.

I see my mother standing next to me with a smile
and it’s funny how the mirror lies
about how torturously tight her grip is on my left arm

I see my mother helping me apply foundation
and it’s funny how the mirror lies
and forgets to consider the fading purple around my eyes

Star McCown
Star McCown
5 days ago

The mystery of the rare brown-eyed girl
With the strength to splay sunshine from her smile
A child of spring, wishing life to be worthwhile
Young woman with a heart of lovely pearl
How free thoughts dash through a mind to unfurl
Navigating quick feet through life’s trial
Witty, they say, a spirit versatile
Dripping from red lips, words a constant twirl
Impossible girl who cannot be still
Love, an endless gift the brown-eyed girl bids
In two rusted orbs, her excitement brews
Irises capture vintage thoughts, a sandy thrill
Stagnation, a word her soul openly forbids
A beautiful creature conquering in saddle shoes

I love my friends and I love different sonnet forms. I wrote this poem my sophomore year about a good friend of mine. Shout out to all of the free spirits out there.
 
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