When you drive, you think you’re so cool In a car with a fresh paint job Pristine Tires almost glossy But you drive too fast Your car is so clean Because it sits Unused In your garage I don’t know what your road is like But you always seem to have a flat tire And when we race You think you’re beside me You think you’ve beaten me You’ve just completed your first lap I’m on my twenty-seventh Going on twenty-eighth You’re not fast When I drive, it’s a usual feeling In a car with some age Practical Tires changed frequently And I drive fast My car looks used Because it is By me Rarely in the garage - even when I sleep My road is smooth and well-maintained And my flat tires are swiftly changed, if there’re any When we race I sometimes start dead last And I always soar ahead of you You think fifteen minutes is incredible? I’m at seven-point-seven Going on seven flat You think you’re so fast You’re not fast
i wrote this to a specific person but found that it works for plenty more
The ocean is vast and wide Seemingly unending, Like the metaphors that it can be used for.
When I'm lost, When I feel that everything is overwhelming me, When inspiration has left and you're all I have, When all that exists is the place between tears and land, When I feel hopeless, When my mind no longer wishes to be dry, I can turn to my dear ocean.
Although far away I know you're there, And I worry for you, For your health. I know it gets dangerous, Oil, Trash, Humans.
But stay strong ocean, Us writers wouldn't know what to do without you
this is literal garbage, ig this is whats actually polluting the earth lol
Sometimes I think, sometimes I feel; like waves that unapologetically crash upon a rocky shore line twisting and turning with the tide, pulled down by its undertow And in that moment I am reaching breathing begging for air in a sea full of unknowness or perhaps there's simply just emptiness because nothing doesn't have to be something because I don't think my life will ever be navigable because I have sunk down into the Aphotic zone and all that lays before is murky water and though they say that once you've reached the bottom the only way to go from there is up but I have been casted out to sea attached to a ball and chain and I am weary from fighting against the currents of my life because all I see laid before for me is stagnate water
When they say my name I hope you hear waterfalls; my face flooding your entire brain. When you hear my name I hope you think of glass breaking and you picture my hands, scratched and bleeding, putting it all back together again. When you say my name, I hope you hear laughter. I hope you see smiles. And despite all my countless flaws, I hope you think of me when you want someone to stay awhile. When they say my name I hope it reminds you of breaking and healing all in one breath. When you think of me I hope you feel warm. I hope I’m someone you never regret.
For someone who will always have my heart even though I had to move on.
Spectrum of possibilities come into my sense The sky widens and something changed As if some catalyst came and commenced An opportunity to broaden one's range
I peek through the window as if a bewildered fool A chance of redemption as I used such a tool The passing-by of something spectacular couldn't be missed As the sun's rays dim and it together with the Earth, kissed.
I could have dreamt of much more I could have walked further than the door But fear crept in and I hesitate Taking my time to let the colors gravitate
But dusk has already arrived and it's time for my slumber I did what I can, I did what I could muster The moon shines bright and I bid adieu For I am Indigo that shone my love for you
I tried mixing it some metaphors with my common writing style. I think it went well, but I want to gather everyone's opinion in this one. I am back due to finishing DDLC Purist Mod, again, that game just kept me going with more poetry..
You should smile with your teeth. I’d make you cups of tea half smiling with sleep laugh sweetly when you spoke from fuzzy dreams And measure the dimples in your freckled cheeks When my eyes have betrayed me I try to turn you inside out But I haven’t found my reflection in your bloodstream Though you are running through my veins like hot coffee.
You shouldn’t look at me The buttons on your coat make me jittery and uncomfortable Because I want to pull you by your hair I want to meet your hazed stare and imagine me there Living in the catchlight on the reflection of a hotel window While you take off your clothes behind me So I see your skin in the fogged up glass shudder while your eyes burn into my back and smoke rises from my spine.
You should love him a little more He’s been on the phone since four and I hear his yorkshire accent from before like an axe being jolted into the dip of my chest. Bouqets of roses by your door and I’m the crippling thorns I feel like shaking hands between my knees the blood dripping from my sleeves How cruel I have been Although my heart is by my feet and ill at ease You should smile with your teeth Even if it isn't for me.
hi I'm back!
I found out that the word catchlight has been added to the dictionary and it means the reflection of light in a person's eye - I rly liked it so I thought I'd incorporate it here!
I hope you enjoyed this poem :) the girl I wrote this about will probably (hopefully) never even know how I feel but honestly I don't care anymore. I hope he makes her happy.
it feels good to make a mess of a situation into words. I hope you could see the soft progression here from happy fantasy to painful reality. if my poem makes you feel something then it's a success<3
Created in a storm, The red most vivid, The colour of love Representing the deepest of pain, The rapids in your mind, None as beautiful as those of the ocean, Getting deeper and deeper Beyond the basic grit of the past, Pulling times of discontent from every fabric of the memory, Until you snap! like a simple branch Silver the only glimmer in the dark Colliding with the paleness of your skin, Stained now by not only blothes of that colour of love but also those of hurt, fear and never ending pain.
you told me this secret is ours and all I could reply, in heavy shades of blue, was - secrets are sad and lonely, so maybe it is best to forget and not dwell too long. we don't want to become etched in time for wrongful reasons.