collin: Poems

collin May 2015

the last thing i want to be is unoriginal
shoutout to my middle school principal
a gentleman and a fortune teller
i'm so glad you made me read ol' yeller

whiplash

collin Jul 2015

whiplash

a stolen kiss
rolled in silver
bliss and twist
with your body
like rolling hills
i feel every turn
and curve and snap
going too slow will
surely **** the vibe
i'm just trying to go for a joyride

whispering secrets

collin Apr 2020

whispering secrets

would it be sincere
this endearing
persevering
list of words
when no ones hearing

catching breath
just beneath the crest
of a sweater vest
better words i’ve said
are always left unsaid

they will only bring you pain
they will only leave me sane
they are always left to rest
unsaid and feelings still remain

talking to a wall
because the windows would be appalled

white christmas

collin Dec 2023

white christmas

more beautiful than any soul i’ve ever known
pretty as the sun coming up over snow
praying to a sky that’ll listen when it’s cold
that mine could be the hand you hold

i think this one lacks wit but sometimes cheesy cliches just fit.

who are you to tell us who we are?

collin May 2015

who are you to tell us who we are?

this world consists
of a contradictory prism
people telling people
what they're supposed to be
because that's what they were
told they were supposed to do
but if a person who is told
to tell you who the right you is
tells you how you're supposed to live
neither of those people deserve to be close to you

who fucking knows

collin May 2015

who ******* knows

the frustration is indescribable
i say as i attempt to describe it
when you're dissected and spilled
on a table and everything that was
once inside is now out and you
worked very hard to get that way
and nobody sees the masterpiece
in your own mind that you've created

yet you could half-hearted sneeze
and people might gather in mobs
to see the tiny piece of you that escaped
without any effort on your part

wild cats

collin Oct 2016

wild cats

in this hall of women
stripping to get money
to pay their groceries
to eat i found love

windmill

collin May 2015

windmill

if i shiver
it's not from the brisk wind
if i twitch
its not from withdrawals
if i flinch
it's not from an abusive step parent
if i stutter
it's not from gynophobia
if i blush
it's not cause i was standing in the sun

winter

collin Dec 2023

winter

this night feels like a sigh
the painted sky
reminds me why
i feel so dry
landscape and flora
we were soaring
but the leaves dried

wintergreen

collin Jun 2015

wintergreen

i put a dip in
it rips into
the inside
of my lip
reverse sipping
into a red cup
i don't know what
i know nothing
muffled ruffling
in the corners
of the catacombs
of melted bones
osmosis jones
where thought calls home
an old rotary telephone
with the numbers rubbed away
i'll save the fall
and autumn walls
for another sunny day

with a chance of thunderstorms

collin Jul 2015

with a chance of thunderstorms

every missed cue
is a miscue
no clue why i miss you
i just do

wolf pen

collin Oct 2021

wolf pen

the rogue would often glow in effervescent separate hues of gold worn only as a mask. unknown even to those of his own home. holding tight to hide moments and nights long ago, evident in his possession of a nostalgic playlist entitled “emo.”

woody

collin Nov 2023

woody

the mornings always hurt too much
for the night to feel worth it
i’m broken and you’re a crutch
but in the moment it felt perfect

i think too much when i’m all alone
memories stinging like a funny bone
i think too much when i’m by myself
i’m just another toy left on the shelf

words

collin Nov 2023

words

you make me feel new
truth is, we stole the moon
when we kissed, it’s true
your skin so smooth
and my words like rusted roots
i wish i could spoke
i wish i speaked
i wish i told it
i wish i spoked
i’m broken and weak
and can only speak
of my love for you
in this drunken speech

working for the weekend

collin Jun 2015

working for the weekend

i'm going to dance
i'm going to sing along
i'm going to win more than i lose
i'm talking about beer pong
we're going to laugh
until our cheeks grow new muscles
we're going to defend
each other when the locals want to tussle
they're going to hate us
for generating so much light
they're going to say
we shouldn't have picked this fight
you're going to question
every stumbling thought i verbalize
you're going to wish
for a snooze button on the sunrise

would you rather

collin Jul 2015

would you rather

i'd rather be caught
in the cold chaos of war
laying in a broken cot
right next to yours
then in a wind blown
to your front porch
and you're not home

writer's block

collin May 2015

writer's block

now that this chapter is over
i should start on the next one
but.

y?

collin Dec 2024

y?

frozen to the marrow
an icy, hollow core
to juxtapose the vessel
through the cosmos we sore
closing in on an answer
orion serves his sword
to slit the adam's apple
before the stars can tell us more

ydg?

collin Oct 2021

ydg?

every broken, filthy brick
this wall will fit
between who i think i am
and the worms and dirt and grit

you are everything

collin May 2015

you are everything

i want to give you everything
so i sat down
took a deep breath
laid it all out
came to this corny, cliche conclusion
that i would buy you a mirror

you are gifted

collin Jun 2015

you are gifted

a tiny affliction presented itself
the bottle off the shelf sang
i didn't know there were thorns
on the vegetation where it hangs
a flower. for you. from me.
you kept it

i know it's not much
a touch of something
my eyes have a mind
of their own now
and only know
your captivating browns

you are my sunscreen

collin Jul 2022

you are my sunscreen

i’ll meet you where you might meet me
sandy scales of ocean water become your feet
the only memories of us I felt worthy to keep
skinny jeans and anxiety in corpus christi
you made me forget myself on the beach

you can be Rose. i'll be Jack.

collin Feb 2014

you can be Rose. i'll be Jack.

i want my hands to play
the role of the cradle to your cranium
while my lips play the protagonist
and yours will be the love interest
the conflict consists of lack of breath and sore jaws
five minute recess and then action

you can't kill the dead

collin May 2015

you can't **** the dead

i would say i felt in my soul
your words like a loaded gun
but i am a ginger..i don't have one

young and reckless

collin Jul 2015

young and reckless

maybe this face
was made for being anxious
and these palms
were made to be clammy
and this stomach
was made for butterflies
and this heart
was made to beat faster
and this bed
was made for us

you of the past.

collin Feb 2014

you of the past.

i hate you.
for lack of a stronger word.

you've got mail

collin Jun 2015

you've got mail

an invitation
you called to me in blood red
request denied, *****

zombies

collin May 2015

zombies

you asked me one day
"zombie apocalypse, three people
who do you take?"
my first thought was you
so we could repopulate
but that's not what i would say
i'd just laugh and turn away
give you someone else's name
and make up an excuse like
*he's probably good with a blade

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