you make me speechless and that is a first for me
i've always been able to turn anything into poetry
but you i can not rhyme for reasons i don't understand
and i stuttered talking to you as we danced
maybe it's because you're the greatest words never written
why should i add to a masterpiece already finished?
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
and what if your name is made to make my heart race
but what if it is meant to stop racing one day?
what if you are meant to make me smile
but only for a little while?
are you meant to drown in my blue eyes
but then miraculously survive?
we are meant to kiss but only for so long
when will your hand in mine feel wrong?
and i know we are meant to be lovers
but love isn't simply enough for forever
we would inspire writers and become legendary
but too often legends are temporary
what if we are meant to last?
what if you are my future, present, and past?
maybe it will work through God alone
maybe your eyes will be the ones our kids know
maybe we are in love and we'll stay in love
maybe loving each other will be enough.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 3:00 PM UTC
our love was a burning flame
always hot but never the same
eventually all fires die
after they light up skies
you could have been mine
you just ignored the signs.
every time i got burnt by your flame
i came back again for more pain
i don't know why i love you
but for some reason i do
i know every fire has to die
i just wish it hadn't been mine.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
i'm sorry i'm not good at writing love letters
im sure other writers could do it much better
but, you see, i haven't had a lot of practice
a genius in sadness, in love im a novice
yeah sure, people have loved me, but not quite like you
you who rebuilt my smile and painted my skies blue
and that might be cliche but how else do i say
i want you until death takes one of us away.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:16 PM UTC
now that i've seen you, how do i look away?
now that i've heard your voice
how do i stop listening?
now that i love you,
how could i stop?
i will always look
i will always listen
i will always love you.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 5:58 PM UTC
he doesn't love me back,
but there's a dead bird on my driveway.
he froze to death the night before last
and we found him dead yesterday.
im dead but somehow still alive
but rhinos are going extinct
and may be gone in 50 years time
they might have it worse, i think.
he doesn't love me
there are sadder stories than this
at least i am alive, unlike some babies
i got the better end of the stick
i did not freeze to death on the driveway
and i'm somehow still breathing today.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
and maybe,
maybe i am not a great poet after all.
i think i'm just a girl
trying to make
something
make sense.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC
a paradise for poets, for tortured souls
the ones that stay by the abandoned homes
there is no Heaven for the suffering
there is only death and struggling.
Dante claimed peace to be Limbo,
there must be more than that, though.
it had nothing to be a muse
maybe that's not much to lose
the real hell for dreamers is this world
it kills all of their hopeful work
the artists and writers suffer here
this land is the sum of fear.
but where does the soul find peace,
when do the poets get to believe?
some say peace is in the souls of others,
best friends, soulmates, or pretty lovers
others find it in a flower or a place
but no colorful bloom will stay.
perhaps their solace is their rhymes
moments unsaid written in the lines
one look betrays the heart's violence
the poets curse is to write silence;
his life merely ink stains on paper
that once belonged to a dreamer
the world left his hopes broken
so the dreamer turned into a poet.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 10:26 AM UTC
it must have felt like the world was ending
when the great mount vesuvius started erupting
but the world didn't end, it kept on spinning
and the dead of pompeii are simply mounds of ash
no one knew that day would be their last.
i could be among those stuck in time
because after you erupted, i didn't just die
covered with the ash you suffocated me in,
i stay reaching for you, forever frozen.
my last words still on my tongue, "don't leave"
im a pillar pumice right where you left me
you were supposed to protect me, but here i am, dead
"goodbye," stuck on a phrase i can't comprehend
it felt like the world was ending
but somehow it kept spinning
i understand the people of pompeii
because we both died the same way.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:16 PM UTC
to the hand i have the honor to hold,
your touch is the only thing i hope to know
the soft words you whisper to me
are as gentle as a warm summer breeze.
who am i to behold such beauty?
and who are you to be so lovely?
in autumn you wrap me in your coat
for me to be warm, you will be cold
and because of these small acts of love
i will never have written about you enough.
your soul will be immortalized
in all the lines i have rhymed
they will say no such person could exist
but they did not experience your kiss.
even if cruel death should take me away,
in my ill-written rhymes you'll stay.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 6:08 PM UTC