kain - Hello Poetry

kain May 2020

Gone

Thank you
For a good first year
Sure there were bad parts
Parts where I hardly wanted to be, but
All in all
I was not in pain
I did not suffer like I used to
You were the cause of that
And you are the end

Now I'm gone, baby, gone
No lost love between us
You were there
For my sophomore year
And that's all you'll ever be

I'm gone now
I don't love you or miss you
All those parties
All those 3 AMs
I don't regret them
But I hope they never
Happen again

There are people I will miss, and people I most certainly won't. I'll be a friendly acquaintance for sure. But I'll never be with them again.

May 2020

Ben

Memorable.

Matches constantly lit
No char
No ash

Unscathed

No fire
No ember
Just memories it gave

The poem is about false hopes and love. They have no effect sometimes, but are memorable.

#love #friend #feels #feelings #midnight #hate #new #random

Apr 2020

Jiya

loss and fear co-exist

i want to tell you.
i really do.
i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you.
yet i can't comprehend it.
i can't communicate it to you.
and the fact you could leave me.
it makes my heart a tearful blue.
you already look at me as if i'm broken.
what do i have to lose?
i want to tell you.
i really do.
yet i can't cope with the fact.
the fact your presence may fade.
vanish without a trace.
except you'd still have that key.
the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.

this poem is in honour of my teacher who wants me to know that i can talk to him. but it's nearing the end of the year and he may not be my teacher next year. i fear that if i tell him too much i won't be able to cope that next year he might be wandering around with the burden of my thoughts i selfishly put on him without being able to do much to help me. and that i won't be able to connect with another teacher like i have with him. so, in general, this poem isn't really about telling him about my issues. it's about the fact that i might lose his presence in my life and that he's one of the last things that's keeping me sane. this poem is about loss. XD sorry for the mini rant i just needed to get this out there y'know.

#loss #teacher #trust #scared #confession #issues #hopelessness #worry

Apr 2020

Onoma

Too Rich For Bones

the sensory overload

that makes a dog's

tail curl...makes me

want to mime that

Old Man.

too rich for bones.