Personally, I hate this type of poetry, and don’t even find this poetry, but I had a thought and thought it should go on here for aesthetic purposes... yeah... this does not make sense, but hey, it’s all about aesthetics, right?
Update: honestly, this was made as a parody on those Rupi Kaur type of “poems,” and it really concerns me that this has more views than some of my actual poetry...
My thoughts arranged in poems My words spoken in song Every movement I make Falls with such grace Following the rhythm of a tune I paint my face like a blank canvas With colours unnatural to me I sort them in shapes and patterns Distinct and differently I pick a character to play I will be her today Then return to being me tonight I am a work of art A work in progress A creatively driven sight
The movie part gave her the sign life crossed over gem French kiss the morning The burst of Kaleidoscope Sun
Double touched but forbidden On the Cheetah necklace chase The French Lieutenant her body and lips moonstruck On her chaise To get over it another work of art that got more attention
To revive her from drowning in the gem scattered like a benevolent blue splat philanthropic Looking more into his unknown diving suit mixed with envy green how she got mixed into the stranger of Poison Ivy Her love didn't show all her attributes God spiritually well She went to the pastry heart how it flaked all over like crystals He was patiently sitting but got persuaded That little gem of the lounge Her firey gem was the canary that got his tongue Her gem stands taller The crafted lines of quality in the Pillars
"Le Bonheur De Vivre Gem-Art"
French kiss went inside the darker side of the painting
Shape heart delicate uniform.
"Parisians on a mission A kiss is a serious manner LOVE" Gem birth opens her He modifies her rainbow Artwork of brush yellow twinset platter hello fellow
the essence beloved to follow So worth her wait being watched By the crystal rock, he loved her going up in spirit or she falls for him The gem to be it
Magical modernly gem -fit clock.
See through hands meditation harp.
Lebonheur De Vivre fine art sharp.
Lips movement beyond hearts.
Le-bonheur De Vivre gem arts.
Artesian heels tapping boots.
Fall for Autumn love cahoots.
Beloved, divinely he's the healer.
The picture spoke she's the winner.
Wilderness he glides kisses prints.
Pushing her waves hints.
Everlasting one thought he's guessing?
Art never part beautify stem.
Eyes so genuine he's her gem.
This is the French Gem Europen setting like an artist love graphically so smooth but cool would you want to be her gem being loved by him
I touch the side of my thigh and feel the familiar ridges and raised skin, that I can not decide if I’m proud of them or asaimed. I could point to each and every one and say the reason and date, but I don’t. My thoughts are more twisted than that kid in fourth periods spine, you know who I’m talking about. People will look at me and the way I present myself and make snap judgments. Those judgments leave little voices whispering about how you are wrong. Ignore the good ones, they say. They are wrong, they say. My face blends in a crowd so easily, don’t think I’m complaining, I want to blend into the crowd.
You are a month of new beginnings. You carry snow on your back and cannot let go of the frustrating challenges you lay upon us. You can be irritable at times but know how to make up for the bad memories. Your as bitter as black ice but as sweet as the sparkling snow I mistake for sugar. Promise me one thing, be sure to make each day last, because soon enough you will disappear behind another season. Behind another day.