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Bluebird Oct 2020
Perhaps the night
lights up in tune with our laughter
Have you ever wondered
if the stars were merely just
reflections of your smile

Do you wake with the sun
or
Does it wait patiently
for the flutter of your eyelids
before it starts its ascend

Do you ever wonder about your own importance?
I can wake myself up in the morning
So why not also the world?
Another old poem from my notes
Bluebird Oct 2020
i got excited by the cut on my finger
and the bruise on my thigh
(got one from making art
the other from chasing fun)
i've always loved that sort of thing
proof that i'm moving and creating

people will learn things about me
just by looking

i hope that they'll take an interest
flip through my pages
hope that my title and front page
can get them to read the rest of my story

i want you to ask me how i got
that bruise
that cut
that scar

i want so badly to tell a story
I was making prints for my art class and i kept falling over while learning how to rollerblade. Loved both things and wish I could do them more.
Bluebird Oct 2020
i swallowed the oil
took a bite out of the flames
my mouth full of fire
and i spat it back out
burned you instead of myself
and grinned while both our lips turned black
Wrote this when my country locked down in spring and just found it while looking through a notebook
Bluebird Apr 2020
The Gods watch us
Pray to us

Our fragile bones
carry them
Our beliefs
make them

They worship us
for we are the golden blood
which runs moves through their veins

We will always be holy
The beutiful impermanent nature of being mortal
Bluebird Mar 2020
arent't you afraid
that you'll die
the same way
that you've been living
with an apology
always stuck to the back of your teeth

aren't you afraid
that one day you'll choke
on how much you care
My friends tell me I worry too much, but they're the ones giving me reasons to worry.
Bluebird Mar 2020
what a thing you are
what a creature you make

your shadow
is alive and
it's got a claw
hooked under my chin and
i can still feel it
weeks after you leave

can you make me alive?
can you please stay alive for just a little longer?
never think that no one cares
Bluebird Feb 2020
I love it when I can feel you watching me

I love it
when I turn towards you to tell you a joke
and find you
already grinning at me

I love knowing that you like me
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