wren - Hello Poetry

wren 3d

each story is different
each eye perceives the painting differently

my eyes see ugly
but hers see beautiful
my eyes see beautiful
but hers see ugly

there is a difference
of how we take in
the vast world around us
the way you see me
the way i see you
are on opposite ends of the spectrum

wren 3d

suffocation

his spiteful talons push against my throat
the suffocating headlock makes my vision dance
a soothing, soft melody erupts behind my eardrums
i am not to speak the words climbing my esophagus
contain it, lock it deep down
air, the sweet relief of air
now a mystery
i collapse to the floor
blood spitting
down my face
who am i if i can be silenced this easily?

wren 5d

she gets closer

the effortless, careless whisper of death mumbles in my ear
“the clock is ticking”
it rings and rattles through my bones
tick, tock, tick, tock

wren Dec 13

t h e . w a y s . i . m i s s . y o u

p l e a s e . s T o p . t e a s i n g . m e
n o . n o t . y o u . t H o u g h
i m . b E g g i n g . t h e . w o r l d . t o . g i v e . m e . m e r c y

b e i n g . a . b i r d . s t o W e d . i n . a . c a g e
i t s . g e t t i n g . r e A l l y . ******* i n g . t i r i n g
a l l . t o . d o . d u r i n g . t h i s . h a r s h . t Y r a n n y
i s . w a i l . u n t i l . s o m e o n e . f e e d S . m e

w h y . w o n t . y o u . i m I t a t e . m y . p l e a d s

d r o w n i n g . i n . t h i s . d r e a M .
t h a t . i . w I s h . w a s . y o u
b e c a u s e . y o u . a r e . s t i l l . h e r e . p h y S i c a l l y
j u S t . n o t . w i t h . m e

i . s e e . y o u . i n . t h e . p e o n Y . f l o w e r s
t h a t . g r O w . i n . m y . y a r d
s u r r o U n d i n g . m e . e n d l e s s l y

this writing style is so fun

wren Dec 12

made no matter what

my hands are made to build cities
my lips are made to stay shut
my eyes are made to watch carefully
my veins are made to carry others hardships
my legs are made to run from struggle

my soul is made to weep
my mind is made to ache
my heart is made to not stop beating

no matter what

wren Dec 9

too much blood

there is too much blood in my veins
but im not entirely sure it’s all blood
there seems to be another ingredient

why do i constantly feel pain
like the pressure
needs to be drained

so ill skin myself alive and let it flow out
there are no longer restraints
no skin holding my contents together

i simply cannot function
because there is too much blood in my veins
and it runs thick and heavy

wren Dec 6

grief

i can say that i remember her
but i dont think i do
the sweet sentences that replay in my head
are now voiceless, replaced by dread
because i feel the memories floating away from my grasp
but while fleeing
they leave behind a virus, which rots inside my being
grief