Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
crystal-harmony
crystal-harmony
i am cold in a winter that isn't so much like winter i am frozen in the idea of magazines thinspo and whatever the opposite of that is it is still encouraging i want a ballerina body i want to surround myself in water and green tea avocados i want to be bendy well, bendier i want collar bones to push out ribcage to jut out thin arms thin waist i am tired of stretchmarks and sadness
0
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
i am cold: a poem
yellow, fellow some colors make me happy bananas are yellow, rich in potassium yellow, fellow maybe my second favorite, currently #ffed67 #ffe345 #ffef39 #fff200 graceful like a duck a taxi in a rainy urban area the morning omelette the sponge of my childhood, soaking up my happiness the sun that grants me some radiance cheese cheese cheese the corn of the country side, butter n' all like highlighter on PSSA preps, third grade "it all must be important" daffodil, nostalgia mac n' cheese mac n' cheese mac n' cheese banana peppers yellow buttons the school bus that takes me away yellow duckie daisies french fry juicy fruit phone book raincoat yellow, my fellow
0
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
yellow is a happy color
i wonder if any of the same hair when we first got together is still on my head it's a weird thought maybe the very last centimeters hair cuts hair dye remember when my ex cut my hair? remember both times i cut my hair to my shoulders or above? i wonder where the hair is that you first touched several hair brushes scattered on pillows and old sheets washing machines wherever i go my hair will leave damage breakage fall out from stress somewhere, right now is the old me or breaking down in the soil now i am so artificial
0
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
i have hair: a poem
let's nap until the sun goes down let's cook freezer pizza whenever we happen to wake up let's make three ingredient cookies and call ourselves healthy let's build sundaes scoop            scoop                       scoop let's stay up late and watch horror flicks baba          dook                   dook                            dook after that we can watch kevin hart until we can't breathe you can crack my spine, break it for all i care anything is pleasurable with your company
0
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
when the sun goes down: a poem