favourite words
they either make us
or break us
i wonder when we
started turning them
into memories of people
who didn't remember us
when did we start
turning words into
a ticket for all -
one word traded
unevenly for our souls
when did the word "love"
begin to get
tangled up with you?
you call me "lovely,"
not knowing it's my
favourite word;
i wonder if i should tell you
and then i wonder how much
humans are capable
of wrecking.
favourite words
they either make me
or break me
i wonder when i
started turning them
into memories of someone
who actually loves me.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou so much for reading!
Any thoughts on this poem?
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
depression, the musical
the only musical
without a rehearsal
it isn't picky with its cast
in fact, its director retired
the moment it met you,
now it's you
depression, the musical
the only musical
without a proposal
you are meant to be its director
but all your chords have frozen
and now all we hear is static
depression, the musical
the only musical
without a melody
i'm sorry but,
we were too sad to craft a beat
too sad to dismantle ourselves
from our beds, get up, and eat
depression, the musical
i'm too tired to stay awake
depression, the musical
a thief stealing my sleep
with all the clutter it makes
depression, the musical
the only musical
that requires therapy
you see, a musical like this
is rather toxic, rather mental,
rather real
because after all, it is all
in our heads
all in our heads.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou so much for reading! i hope that through this poem, i've helped someone, anyone, in some way. If you do suffer from depression, please don't hesitate to seek help. I'd like to say that, as someone who has struggled with depression, i have come a long way from where i was this time last year. Recovery is a long journey but not only is it worth it, it is possible.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
you would have
liked me shallow
thoughts like dipping only
half a foot in the ocean
thoughts like simple
one sentence answers
you would have
liked me normal,
seeing black for black,
grey for grey
(on second thought,
grey is probably
just a darker shade of white)
you would have liked my soul
just as dull as you
but i'm a spark of colour
in a monochrome set of walls,
i am green life in
a concrete jungle
you would have liked
our discussions
to not even be discussion,
just small talk
half-assed thoughts,
lukewarm effort
but poets just don't think
like that.
our minds are
more like trees,
branching out in every
possible direction
landing on the moon and
settling for the stars
when we don't.
a/n: thankyou so much for reading! here's to the poets and to the few people that aren't shallow-minded.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
one day maybe i'll stop
turning everything i look at
into gold
will i stop because i want to, or because i think i should?
i turn a thunderstorm
into a perfect night,
lamp on, window open,
heart happy
one day maybe i'll stop
turning every person i look at
into gold
but this is not the poem
where i apologize for seeing
the best in everyone
without even trying
this is not the poem
where i ask to be excused
this is not the poem
where i regret every time
that seeing the best in someone
took the worst toll on me
this is the poem
where i fully embrace alchemy
and all the beauty it
has let me see.
- crimsyy
a/n: why apologize for feeling and seeing until you burst? if you have a big heart, show it proudly - there's no need to apologize for it.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
i watch the sunset
to remember that endings
can be beautiful too
and i didn't cry because
the world keeps on going on
and keeps on going on
even when we walk away
and break all the promises
that said we would stay
you can't force a dead feeling
back to life, so
just accept it all turned to dust
because what stood inbetween
familiarity and the unknown
had expired long before
you realized there was a lack
of affection
when a feeling is dead,
you can't force it back to life
and politeness can't
erase familiarity
so familiarity just hangs there,
awkward in the air
and it goes deliberately ignored
because you can't force
a dead feeling back to life,
and that's okay.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou for reading (:
i would really appreciate if you'd comment your thoughts on this poem.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
i'm not quite sure when
i fell inlove with you,
but there's no turning back
i drink you
increase my intake
the dimmer i get
i like you
hot, milky, and sweet
i drink you
not to escape reality
but to feel more awake in it
they say a good, warm cup
of anything
resembles a human embrace
so maybe it's not caffeine
i can't get enough of
maybe it's erasing
all the armless hugs
maybe it's loving myself
in ways he never did
i drink my cup of tea daily
like popping a bottle of comfort
on the weekend
increase my intake
the deeper i feel
i like my cup of tea
hot, milky, and sweet enough
to erase the sour taste
of his name dying in my mouth.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou all for reading (: any thoughts on this poem?
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
you can carry a heart
but you can't tell it
what to feel for you
maybe this whole time
i haven't been afraid of
falling inlove
i've just been terrified of
loving the idea of someone
so much that it overshadowed
the whole.
i haven't been afraid of
falling in love because
i've dived in so
deep under water
i don't want to see the way up
because in love, breathing
becomes less of a burden,
no i haven't been
afraid of loving,
i've just been terrified of taking
a spark
and turning it into
the whole **** fire.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou so much for reading! I hope you like this poem as much as i do (:
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
i've outgrown people
and habits
the same way you've outgrown
your favourite jumper
like, remember that time
you thought i would die for you?
did you really think my
self sacrifice would go that far?
well, you weren't wrong
it would have if i had let it
but i've outgrown you
and my habits
and this you realized the day
i walked out with your heart
in my hands and crushed it
without remorse because
everyone's always got
their jaws open,
thirsty for more
and i can no longer feel guilty
for thinking of myself
because sometimes
i get thirsty too.
- crimsyy
a/n: thankyou for reading! Please comment your thoughts on this one
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
that night, my stomach
cramped up the nerve to ask
if i had gotten the sick out of me,
i tossed my response
in the form of mixed media
liquids, solids,
and amongst other things,
last night's dinner
my impulses don't know
how to punctuate
there are no commas
no full stops
I'm sorry sweetheart
perhaps i should have
warned you before
but understand i don't just
want to dive in with you
i want to drown in
all the warmth
so drown with me
that night, my stomach
cramped up the nerve to ask
if i had gotten the sick out of me,
i tossed my response
in the form of mixed media
liquids, solids,
last night's dinner,
and amongst other things
his name or maybe yours
you see, i remember
all the things gone bad,
conversations him and i
never got to have
but lately i've been keeping
my face towards the sunlight
my entire being is reacting,
making metaphors out of
12 a.m vomiting incidents,
my entire being is reacting
even when my body is still,
i am still trying my very best
to get the sick out of me.
- Crimsyy
a/n: thankyou for reading! for anyone who's wondering, the 12 a.m vomiting incident that inspired this entire poem did actually happen and it was terrible. Hopefully the poem is better (:
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
let everyone you know and love
become a metaphor;
strip them of their normality
find the stars in his eyes
and drown in them
you must believe that everyone is a canvas, including you
so choose your decorations wisely from the palette of emotions your heart carries
when you find him
love him until you burst
and when you burst
burst until you can
no longer apologize because
maybe his hands weren't fit
to handle a love like yours
when you find him
love him until you burst and
when you burst
burst until you
don't need to apologize
because maybe his hands
are willing to handle
a soul like yours
he won't be perfect
and he will be coated
in mistakes and forgetfulness
but you'll love him anyway
look at all the stereotypes
and see what extraordinary
pieces of **** they are
look at all the people
and see that we are all
books waiting to be
understood by avid readers
feel intensely, feel sad,
feel happy
think these feelings are only
unique to you
and that only you have cracked
like a diamond under pressure
come up with artistic ways
to say no when hands begin to roam
when his tongue
crashes with yours
and when his mouth collides
with your starving lips,
make sure you stir well;
your lips feel more alive when
they're peeling and numb
from a lover
trust me
when you find yourself
become a metaphor
find the stars in your eyes
and drown in them
know that you are a canvas
and that the palette of thoughts in your mind is not as dull as you thought it would be
believe me, you are the most extraordinary being;
a bona fide alchemist.
- Crimsyy
a/n: thankyou for reading! Please comment your thoughts on this poem (:
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC