The ears of a hound
The face of a pit
Your fur brown
And your body fit
An oddly placed triangle
Right behind your head
White, acute angle
Like an arrowhead.
Bark loud and vicious
But love to give kisses
Playful and affective
Yet so protective
An ear twitch
And an eye quiver
A strange hitch
Took you over river
Between us
A river as big
As a blue sea
I will walk
The bridge
To see my dog
Lucy
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
You're the color green
Therefore you are half of me
I'm the color blue
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
Often times
When I closed
My eyes
I saw nothing
But dark
Sleep was somber
To daydream
Was likewise
Until I saw
My favorite color
Resting within
Your eyes
When we lock lips
Or touch fingertips
I see all that I need
A colorful future
With you and me
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
I sleep near a dam
With cracks in its walls
Water is slipping out
Loud,
Crushing
I cannot sleep
I am going to die
Everyone I know
Is going to die
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
It’s a beautiful day out
It’s sunny, bright, and warm
But not too warm
The breeze blows my windows curtains
But not so much as to disrupt the clutter of my room
Birds are singing
But not enough to drown out the sound of my quiet TV
Nature is moving along with the world
But I am not
I am comfortable in my bed
But I am not comfortable in my skin
If only my mood matched this beautiful day
But I am alone.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
As I lie in bed with my body engulfed in darkness
And my face illuminated
I reminisce on the picture that my finger summons
In front of my face is me
A younger me
One where I have not yet burned a whole in my favorite shirt from shooting fire works
One where I had no worries and plenty of friends
One where I did not know this is where I would be
Lost
I'm so lost
Maybe I can find myself in this picture
Maybe I'll stare just a bit longer
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
You broke me
So you could use my pieces
To fix yourself
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
For a long time, I’ve had a fear of writing poetry.
A weird fear, I know.
But when you’re as self-conscious, anxious, and self-deprecating as me, you’ll find that it’s hard to voice… just about anything.
You see, I would never raise my hand in class, because what if I was wrong?
I would never sign up for weights, because what if I’m not that strong?
That pretty girl in class? Don’t even dream about it.
If you ask for her number, she’ll leave you without it.
She’ll think you’re weird, creepy, or even ugly.
That is why I stayed away from poetry.
What if what I have to say is not all that important?
What if what I write is bad, boring, or people find it abhorrent?
So I stayed away from it.
I kept everything I wanted to say bottled up inside.
Until one day, I sat.
And I cried.
I wondered to myself
*What went wrong in my life?
Why am I the way I am?
How can I fix myself?
What is my plan?*
It all started with typing.
And even though I’m still an anxious wreck
Aren’t you reading my writing?
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
She used her skin as a canvas
She didn't want to be on this planet
Her emotions were void
Her heart was destroyed
If only I knew she had planned it
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
I feel like a ghost walking around unseen
in the backdrops of these other happy lives
I feel like I'm trapped in a ravine
in a darkness that never leaves
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC