ninnys-narnia
This is my new poetry. Some of these poems have already been posted by me before. These are all my own, just on a new page. / / Feel free to interpret what I write however you please. One of my favorite things about poetry is the way a passage becomes personalized every time it's read. The words I write are my own thoughts, I'd love to know yours as well.
I bought a necklace today. I happened upon it at an old coffee shop I used to waste my time in way before I wasted my time on you. It was an impulse purchase and I didn't even see what the necklace really was until I was latching it around me. This necklace was for me and yet I knew how much you would love the twisting octopus tentacle dangling from the chain; I didn't care though. I'd like to say that was the last time I ever thought about you, but that's a lie. That was however, the first moment that I didn't miss you, the first moment I was glad I wasn't sharing with you. I was relieved that you wouldn't be able to enjoy this necklace and that I had bought it just for myself. This was the moment I knew I would be happier without you.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
"I gave you my heart
But the very next day
you gave it away"
How cliche.
You took my heart and spread it 'round
Graffitied rocks with smeared red blood
Making mosaics for your lovers to see
Singing loud carols with the joy I gave
Strumming on my heart stings,
the melodies ode to others
Rip my soul
Let the crimson stain the snow
Taint the purity with my ignorance
Make the ground reflect the lit up houses
Leave me in the cold
Make a snowman out of my corpse
Dress me up with a carrot for a nose
And coals that now resemble the cavity in my chest.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
"Just run.
You don't belong here.
Get LOST!"
But I already feel lost
Lost among the familiar
I'm the outlier
In a place that's supposedly "home"
What is home?
Where do I go?
Am I supposed to feel so alone?
So wrong?
Just let me run.
Run to a new place
Somewhere I don't recognize
A place I don't know how to get back from
Just set me free.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Carve it into my forearm as if my arm is a piece of clay easily molded. Brand myself with the word that holds all of my insecurities. Let my skin burn and cry as my soul has for falling shy.
Will I ever be...?
Have I ever been...?
Am I good...?
I want to be...
ENOUGH
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
"Remember when..."
My heart sinks as he reminisces with his Lovely Past. I watch as he laughs and looks upon her with soft missing eyes. Twirling and giggling as he drunkenly dances with his Lovely Past. Skin brushes aimlessly as the cheeks blush. I watch as I envy this "hindsight beauty".
Gaze upon ME!
YOUR Shining Future!
More laughing and caressing, reminiscing and drinking; the brightness shifts.
Where have I gone, the once Shining Future?
I've been renamed; the cards have been re dealt.
I am the Plain Old Past, looking upon his Glorious Present.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
Watching as everything seems to slow down
My smile is printed upon my forced face
The loud roars and conversations turn into a babble
Sitting in the corner, rubbing my thumb over my beer
Am I naturally in this excluded bubble,
Or did I place myself here?
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
Pick up the receiver, but there's no dial tone.
Scream into the speaker; prayers spitting from your lips that someone will hear you.
Scavenge for a piece of string and two hollow cans.
Test it out with your mouth forced into one and your ear desperately pressed to the other.
. . . _ _ _ . . .
Learn every language, study forms of communication, cry and yell until you can't breathe.
Are you mute?
Why can't the people around you hear your pleas?
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
As I lay in a cookie tray trying to fill the grooves, I pinch and plump myself to fit your perfect mold.
I've drowned myself with food dye to change my insides blue, but no matter how stained my lips are, my souls will always shine red.
Throw some sprinkles on me with decorated frosting, maybe a candle or two. Try to cover the vanilla center to look like confetti cake.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Wack my nose with a rolled up newspaper because I started sniffing around in places you didn't want me.
Scratch behind my ears and tell me how good I am when I obey you.
Sit.
Lay.
Roll over.
Speak.
Entice me with treats and your excited tone of voice. I want to please.
Quickly tuck my tail between my legs and whimper for forgiveness after the harsh, "no" has been demanded.
My every move and sound must appease you or I know I will be sleeping outside instead of at the foot of your warm bed.
Good dog.
I'm just your *****
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
Put me on a pedestal right next to her
I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes-
The eyes of my competitor. The standard.
Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC