#corny
I have often thought with longing
of how colors used to scream
on days that used to be
blended violent green
with swirled chaotic ink
dripping into the drink
How they hid the sun with knuckle grips
and the shadows bathed our fingertips
I have often thought with rage
of the squishy summer days
whose memory faded and blurred
while yellowjackets stabbed our legs
how stupid it's all over now
that's how I remember them
how ******** it's faded now
the sky's colors fell too dim
I have often thought with longing
of your profile stained in glass
an eternal thing of lines and curves
I can't seem to get past
though I forget everything else
each **** smudge and swirl
I remember the perfect shape
of you standing by the door
serene and cold and beautiful
a thousand thoughts away
I'll trace the dark outline of you
until I run out of days
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
and everytime i come to you,
everytime i listen to your hurt or your joy,
to your brightest ideas or your worsts,
and everytime i let you bring me closer and make me small in your arms,
every single time,
it's because i chose
to keep on loving you.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:25 AM UTC
even stars get tired
when their stupid brains won't work and their broken hands can't follow
i soar so high all the time that the fall
******* hurts, you know.
please hold me in your hand before i crumble,
i'm tired of having to do it all
by myself,
star's exhausted, doesn't shine anymore,
just needs to lay down
for a while,
please just let me breathe.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:23 AM UTC
my lines are so plain
that next time
you wanna fly someplace
instead of contacting an airline
you may write my way
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 7:13 AM UTC
got to meet a pedagogue
who might let out of his
wretched gob
some mockeries
something like this
"perhaps, he has a paralysis"
when in the course of classwork
you're not taking
notes of what's on the blackboard
that snot's painting
got to meet an insolent boy which
might start an altercation
since that ***** is annoyed with
3 out of 5 you'd rated
his "top significant" work with
despite the case that
it's simply according
to the teacher's direction
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
the way I approach time's rather simple
it's a Victorian *** I'm Jack the Ripper
[reaper]
**** it like a crash-hot spitter
waste it like a massive twister
feel so, even though I bag some scrilla
(about time, blasted zero)
a bad side(s) wielder
hope that that's not till I/hope that's not until I
have an encounter with the
black-tect figure
[scythe; wither]
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
roses are red, though they're dead
violets are blue, although dead too
stop reading this kind of stuff &
rather start doing something useful instead
or you've got nothing
worthier to do❓
roses aren't exclusively red
as well as violets aren't unalternatively blue
for your information
[who would have thought...]
but let people make some
more cookie-cutter rhymes while not taking
it into consideration
if I have to choose roses
I would prefer onyx ones
plus, I think they would've looked dope as
being engraved on some firearms
as for violets, they aren't much of my type
but maybe to someone else, they set some kind of vibe
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some cunt-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
She is a little bit crazy, weird, unusual, and it is impossible to know what's going on in her head.
I always enjoy talking to her, but she always leaves me on read.
But besides all that I would compare her to a summer day.
I feel the warmth when I am around her, seeing her brings me joy.
It's like my first crush from middle school, I feel like a little boy.
I stumble my words when I talk to her, she twists my tongue so I slur.
She makes me nervous and I love it, because I'm not afraid I must admit.
She is a pain in my *** she likes to tease. But spending time with her is like a warm summer breeze.
I do what I can to make her see, I have strong feelings for this girl, I just hope she does for me.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
on the days you forget how to exist
i'll remind you ,
i'll take you to beach
and kiss you under the stars,
i'll read you all my poetry-
even the ones I don't show anyone.
on the days you don't feel loved
ill take you to movies
show you a rom com and every time
someone says something corny ill kiss you
and read you all the love poems made by my hand.
on the days you need me,
ill be here waiting
despite that your not mine
and I am irrevocably
yours.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
it’s gone.
i never knew how to feel. i never knew what anything meant
and everything was new, and the waters were oddly still.
i chose to swim to you. despite my drowning
and i swam into your arms, and i learned to love.
you and i, we grew together like vines
intertwining, our lives connected
by what did not seem like a tenuous thread.
days turned into months.
we did not count down the time, it did not matter to us
until yesterday, when you decided
we could no longer be lovers
and i still don’t know why,
but it’s gone.
it’s gone.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
I love that I can make you smile
A thousand miles away
I love that you always feed me
filling my tummy, heart and soul
I love that after every tussle
We end up in a warm cuddle
I love that you are silly
But i wish you were more like me
Our music tastes differ slightly
So we’ll just be together silently
I hope you show me more affection
please give me a more emotional reaction
With kisses and words filled with cuteness
Like this poem i wrote about us
Its not my first poem nor my last of us
Just as the days will past
I hope our love will last
26/12
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
As charming as those little groves are
That appear on your cheeks
when your lips curve
Both sides or just one,
As alluring as your brilliant eyes are,
That radiates with amusement,
I could never admit,
Will never admit
My interest in you
Nor this strange reaction
That may be more
Than a simple attraction.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
I feel the warm concrete
As warm as your chest pressed on mine
I feel the bright summer sun
As bright as your smile
Tangled up like lily pads
Hidden below the surface
Sprouting problems like weeds
Fighting through the cracks
As invisible as the trash littering the ground
Catching feelings
Quicker than a flame enveloping
Those corny love letters
24/03/08
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I found my old journal.
I didn't write in it a lot,
Only when I could think to do it.
Only when it felt necessary.
So I wrote about a lot of the same things.
Heartbreak mostly.
A 9th grader so terribly in love
Again.
Everything is remarkably depressing
At that age.
Or so my journal would have you believe.
Here are some excerpts I found noteworthy
November 19th, 2014.
"I just hope she finally decides my head is no safe resting place for any kind of love."
December 16th, 2014.
"I feel like death, and all I want is for her to hold my dead body until I feel like breathing again."
Heavy,
I know.
Believe me,
I know.
I'd be dishonest if I didn't mention
That there are a lot more of those.
And I'd be dishonest if I didn't mention
That I'm best friends with that girl now.
I laughed when I read these.
The pain read so real
Yet I don't remember what it feels like
To miss her like that.
Then I found another passage
From a year ago.
A riper wound.
September 23rd, 2016. (The day I found out she didn't love me, and might be dating my older, douchier cousin)
"I cried for the first time in awhile, but it doesn't feel as good as I remember."
And then I realize
I've been watching the same Ferris wheel
Go around
My whole life,
Just with different people
Playing the same role.
And it all feels the same.
If love was for sale
I'd empty my pockets.
I still pick the scab.
I'm still the same kid.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Double jointed
Double chinned
Double **** it's true
Double mint
Double trouble
Double bless, on you
Double up and
Double down
Double bubble blues
Double gin
Double dutch
Double espresso brew
Double twins
Double desserts
Double tobacco chew
but never any
Doubling of us
unique are
me, and you
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
You've got me thinking I must be dying
Because with you I see the light
And I am constantly tripping on euphoric delight
Every moment and kiss, has got me addicted to this….
Love we fell into, this wonderful bliss
I promise you sweetheart, my undying affection
Which has grown only stronger from our first interaction
That instant connection which was pure perfection
How I lived without you, is beyond my comprehension
Without you I was lost, but with you I am whole
And darling, I love you, with all my heart and my soul
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC