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Décio Jun 2023
Laying back in the tall grass
in the place I was born.
The shape my body makes
is a heavy sadness.
I sigh as if it made
the weight leave my body.

The sky is always bluer in the mountains,
that’s something to be learned with age.
To be ten years old and to hear that
childhood is archetypically
the best years of your life.
To be ten years old and to not realize
the freedom there is in that.

As if clouds could hear thoughts,
they cover the sky from time to time
just so I forget about my narcissistic thinking.

I close my eyes.
The grass feels like a sea of threads.
I’m in a constant state of waiting
for the needles to ***** me.
I am certain they will arrive,
but I do not move.
Laying on the ground
will never keep me grounded.

Laying back in the tall grass
I feel smaller.
I have failed, I have thrived.
The answers to my questions hover over this field
but the wind is too quick to pull them away
and I know where they are.
But the hard ground
is starting to feel comfortable now.
Garrett Johnson Sep 2021
Put them around mine.

Full of fake happiness.
Forced poems.
& eyeshadow.
All as the cars go by.
Of the style.
And demise.
Written weary for the try.
Pretty bi.
Because of course.

Garrett Johnson.
Sqwishy Nov 2019
When we lay together
Our fingers touch the sky
All my fears melt away
My senses are flooded with your
Scent, your soft skin again mine
Your beautiful blue eyes staring into mine.

When we lay together
Everything falls away and it's just you and I
Our bodies intertwined
Entrapped in one another.

When we lay together I can almost forget what you've done
The heart break you've caused me
The utter pain in my heart from you betraying me.

When we lay together, your beautiful blue eyes captivate me
When we lay together, our fingers touch the sky.
Darby Nov 2019
A Bitter Taste is your legacy.
the mark you chose to leave on me;
one of wasted time, and wasted space.
a mark I can't seem to erase;
those words you spoke to me
while laying in my company
over and over and over again.
blink 3 times if you hear me
tobi Dec 2018
i feel like i can’t move
i have no motivation to
so i don’t
but laying in my bed
i also feel so powerful
and like i can change the world
but i can’t
because i’m laying in my bed
lost in my own head
i’m stuck
Phi Kenzie Sep 2018
Arms spread wide
knees bent in respect of tension
attention on your insides
spiraling out in spirit
hearing your heart beat

Feel the hum of life
teem within the absence
Shadow Dragon May 2018
you make most of your mistakes on white linen,
but Im laying on red rose petals.
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