"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, ****'s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Beyond the sunlit smoke and spellbound parks,
Beyond the tongue tied smiles and piercing dark; Beyond burning wrists and icy stings Beyond poems that made love to awful things; The story is painfully simple. You really loved someone; Someone didn't love you. How charming it is to love without profit.
Inspired by a poem called "Beyond the Clutter of Poetry"
You are as frail as summer rain
That shines across the windowpane At night when moonlight cracks the screens Of safely organised routines You walk across this tight rope bare; Your bleeding feet flail in the air And when it's time for you to fall The thunder crackling says it all I've seen you hanging from the sill Conducting sonnets in the still Equipped with broken pens and such And silhouettes that don't mean much But if by chance you do perfect The heinous thoughts your words reflect They'll spy you swinging from the rain; A bleeding, screaming hurricane.
Humanity is a mess, but it is also an art form. Look after each other.
You cupped my thorns
And spoke of flowers Like posies sprung inside my mind And now I've sworn By pavement showers I'm never leaving you behind Through peach-soft groves We wander lightly Watching azure skies balloon Then like a rose We unfold nightly Singing warmly to the moon And in the jungle of my room We always fall asleep in bloom.
to my very best friend
You are a blank rose doused in wine;
Too thrilling for my pen to hold, You shed your petals in my mind. I want to freeze your face in time But flowers blister in the cold- You are a blank rose doused in wine. My morning sunshine makes it fine, Repaints the waste in liquid gold- You shed your petals in my mind. I'm veering off the railway line Grasp out for hanging vines to hold; You are a blank rose doused in wine. The thoughts dissolve in seafoam brine As if my memory's been sold; You shed your petals in my mind. But I still hope to find a sign A crumpled map into your soul; You are a blank rose doused in wine, You shed your petals in my mind.
I tried to write a villanelle haha
This was pretty fun
Glitter on lips
Doesn't make your words fizz; They land just because they're free Manicured nails Don't allow me to play The keys are responding to me Silver and gold And confetti are sold With cartoons of sunlight pledged But look past the sheen And remember you've seen The gods from a bookshelf ledge Glitter on lips Won't attract fingertips Your lovers will come to you Manicured nails Yet we're still off the rails But its perfect because it's true.
This website is full of real people and emotions. Keep being genuine in everything you do and write <3
But sweeter Tantrum sky But brighter Shaking hands But softer Racing heart But lighter Arguments But kinder Shifting grass But greener Buzzing blood But calmer Skinny wrists But cleaner Warmth and hope Like in this letter I'll take the pain But I will be better.
2019 will be incredible <3