will you do me a favor, a crease and a fold. turn me into roses and hearts for the dear one you hold. turn me into a thousand cranes and your wishes are sold. turn me into envelopes for the letters in the drawer gone cold. turn me sideways, over and upside down. turn me into something i can never become.
I’m awake, I woke to this Been thinking ‘bout conversations I miss Gone like the people I had ‘em with Guess having people in life was a myth
I’m now losing sleep But I don’t want to weep Though how can I go to bed With all this ******* inside my head?
I wish I could go back to when The time happiness could’ve been If only back then I had not rejected The only woman I should’ve accepted
Can’t stop thinking for even a second How they vanish like they never happened My brain wants to stop, thoughts keep coming Bending my mind like crafting origami
I want to have those moments back Moments that I wish repeated It’s like I blinked and my world went black And everything became depleted
Now I’m back to waiting Got me working on my patience Something I’ll admit is irritating Only to become another acquaintance
I miss them all, all the folk That either lost contact or ran free Every ignition that went up in smoke I suppose there’s more fish in the sea
Oh gosh I’m reminiscing **** I should be dismissing The repetition that’s overflown I guess I’m back on my own
Introducing… Origami! ---- Thought upon over the last few weeks and entirely constructed overnight, Origami came to mind after pondering and remembering life while growing up some 10-15 years ago. The poem itself is about myself and the inability I seem to have to keep people with whom I develop bonds with and also wanting to return back to good moments in my life where I felt like the world wasn't such a tight fit like it seems to feel like currently. It's funny that I find it difficult to describe the message behind the poem in words now, yet the words in the poem itself seemed to flow without too much thought at all. Through my teen years and throughout my adulthood so far, I've noticed that people come into my life and disperse as if I'm only dreaming the life I'm living, so that's most definitely present within the poem. I chose the word Origami to be the poem's title because my life is very much like the art form with so many sharp turns and corners to deal with in such a short timeframe. I believe that the wordings within the poem will be relatable to a lot people read and understand the messages behind them. ---- Thank you for taking the time to read this poem of mine, I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your kind words and support gives me inspiration and helps me in the long run when writing more of my poetry. ---- Liked this poem and want to read the rest of my poetry? You can do so by visiting my social media: Instagram: @iamasjay Tumblr: https://iamasjay.tumblr.com ---- What Do You Think? Did You Enjoy This Poem? Comment & Let Me Know!
you covered your deceiving sentences in pretty paper, letting the gold flecks blind the careful, truth-seeking eye. each fold you made masked the truth even further; the edges too thick to tear through.
you made lying an art. perfecting your trickery with each crease; simulating the false concern on your brow.
how many steps did you take to hide your intentions or your secrets? how many incisions did you make on your victims? relationships are supposed to be beautiful demonstrations of life; not crumpled up pieces of false hope & fake actions, curated to bend at your command.
i tried to keep track of what moves you made so that i could make sure you wouldn’t repeat them on me. but your nimble, paper cut fingers moved too fast, & before i knew it, i was trapped in a suffocating paper thin, paper-slicing maze.
if only i had the scissors to cut myself out of this pointy mess. but once i unfolded one lie, the rest unraveled before me til there was just one piece of paper with the marks showing where i could have caught you out.
look at all those little lies folded up into something so intricate that looked treacherously beautiful from the outside, but was simple & sinister from the start.
you contorted me into myself, creating an aesthetic crane. but i learnt to fly out of my cage, & out of your clasp. i won’t be pleated into an origami opus for you to display & deride.
i am not your paper to fold or decorate.
not aimed at all. just caught inspiration from origami and though that lies unfold just like it; when you discover one, the rest of them unfold.
I might get caught up in your mind I might unwind my string and outstretch my being to float with you, to let you fill up my paper wings, my origami heart I might take flight and let you fly this kite, if only you pull me in easy, keep me steady I might follow where you lead if you give me the freedom I need to be colored beautiful against a high, blue sky to be me, shaped perfectly for you to see
Everything through my eyes, breathing slow through these steady styrofoam lungs origami heart, I fold like the paper that covers your skin it rustles when you move, barely a shield against a world of sharp teeth and daggers but you tell me you're invincible out there you tell me that armor is just another disguise I disagree, but I guess that we are all free to choose how and when we want to be bruised.