#freeformpoetry
No one ever writes good poetry at 11 PM.
Because when I kiss the dark sea and the frigid water sloshes around in my head and liquid love fills my lungs it's called drowning.
When my voice causes stars to unravel
and bare their teeth
and their skin
when where I step the earth comes to meet me
that's a supernova
and an earthquake.
And if I would ever, ever dare to dream
that you would slice a piece of your heart for me like chocolate cake of the soul
and put it on a platter of your confession
and the way your face turns red when the edges of your psyche come undone at laughter and staring contests that make me feel like I should be thanking God and your mama for making you so well
Then I wouldn't be sleeping anymore.
There are so many words I want to write
on a fragment of the void where I know you'll find them and I know you'll know you know who wrote them.
Words that
I'll tuck into a page of graph paper where the ink has bled through and the back side is smudged with graphite
folding it up unevenly and sliding it through the slats in your nonexistent locker where I know you'll find it at the end of the day
and smile
and be so sure it was me
you don't even have to pull out your phone to confirm.
Could I make your castle crumble overnight?
Would you let me?
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
i told you "good night, i love you".
yet
i am not sleeping.
i am listening to the stars sing a song
a note
for every time i have thought of your fair, blush-drunk skin and
sweet, tender soul
melting and mixing with mine at the brush of fabric and shoulders and loud laughter in a space too public.
but i don't care.
i don't think you do either.
it might take four shots of ***** to feel that way again.
but
i only need to see you smile
and i know next morning i'll have a lovestruck hangover
and be changed for the next week.
this is the reason why
we should never, ever get married.
unless
this is simply what no one ever told me about real, raw, love
that hits you like a train
the cargo is sugar
bleeding red roses
and now i don't have to buy twelve at the store for nineteen ninety-nine.
first autumn chill freezing my toes inside my shoes while i wait after knocking at your front door
(we're going to the nice restaurant downtown.)
waking up to a tornado warning at five AM and my first thought is if you're okay,
opening the kitchen windows to the smell of fresh rain and you're texting me pictures of the rainbow.
falling asleep at long last
and at long last dreaming of you.
the stars are singing a song
and in my dream, curled up close next to you
i am singing too.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
blank pages are intimidating.
there, now it's got something in it.
and nothing, nothing feels so scary anymore.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
art is an interchangeable form.
what is poetry can be prose can be music can be art can be TV can be movies can be video games can be visual novels can be webcomics can be dance can be movement can be aesthetics can be a flash of inspiration hidden behind a street corner.
art is a connective process.
you forge new threads between yourself, others, and the world around you.
you realize the universe is so much bigger than yourself. and yet, you discover just how you can be a part of it, just how you can fit in.
through art we are not human, yet art is the most human form of being there is.
art motivates us not just to live, but to thrive. it shows us the evidence of why we should all still be alive.
and to appreciate art, is no less than to make it.
to create, is no lesser or greater than to be.
go feel art.
go make art.
go be art.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
you, me
sunscreen lines
hot concrete
public pool
wasps clinging to hazy poles supporting scratched-up waterslides
that made us scream:
both the slides
and the wasps
but we always laughed it off
in the end.
when we sit down the sunset will follow.
i hope we do it all over again, tomorrow...
pretzel cup cheese-induced teenage chlorine dreams
the summer i turned fifteen
i thought you
i thought we
were everything
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
I want to write
I want to write you a bouquet of all the words that are most beautiful
Even though they're not the ones I want to say.
I'd say you looked like the glitter of moonlight bathing a forest silver.
When you really reminded me of the glow of the reflection of a lava lamp on a storm-streaked Thursday afternoon school window
A little bit distant and a little bit normal
But still so close,
So special.
I can't tell if my face is hot, if my fingers are hot from you
Or if it's just my PC keyboard
Beginning to overheat and I'm just the same, normal me.
I can't tell if my heart is beating so so so so fast from you
Or if it's just the impending ringing of the school bell playing hopscotch or jump-rope with my adrenaline.
When will we know who we are? What will we do when we do?
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC
you, serendipity
i didn't expect you
but you're the best birthday gift i've received all year
and mind you, my birthday's a long time from now.
i didn't know you've waited
since middle school, for this to all work out
but i'm glad you did
so glad you did
we officially met...maybe a week ago when you confessed
so then why do you make me feel like the one having the crush?
so many things i won't understand
but so many things i hope we'll figure out together, levi.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
I will always wait for you.
I will be sitting on the off-white wooden chair in my off-yellow painted room staring at my off-color smartphone screen while I wait for your reply to a message I sent you fifteen minutes ago.
I will always wait for you.
I will still be standing by the table we sit at with all our friends at lunch
twenty seconds after the bell has rung while you zip up your backpack
then walk with me towards class.
I will always wait for you.
I will be bending over the road, craning my neck to look for the garish yellow bus
and your silhouette trudging up the hill but if I don’t see you in the next two minutes
slowly meandering down to look for you will be my next job.
I will always wait for you.
I will run over when I see your face all ****** body barely moving
lying on the road, then all of a sudden taken away I’ll completely forget today’s science test and
run as hard as I can towards the hospital.
I will always wait for you.
I will remember that it has been ten years today and the feel tall grass tickling my ankles as I walk,
bowing their heads in sorrow. I’ll bring you a sunflower, the first one grown at the new house, then
sit beside your weather-worn stone
and wait.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
how long can one both
wish to love everyone
and yet want to see the world burn at the same time?
to watch it be lit ablaze, consuming, ravaging everything
watching you
watching you scream
it pains me too, sure,
but i've been waiting for this day for so long that what else is there to do but bite my own tongue to keep from laughing. at you.
for all the things you've done to wrong me, obsessing furiously over your collective ideals you share with the rest of them. The Rest Of Them. i refuse to even acknowledge their names at the end of the world. i refuse to believe that somewhere, somehow, in some other world, we could've agreed.
yet
i want to tend to your burns
and make everything okay again
and solve all our problems with love, that's the way it should be
but for now i'll look out at the vast field of flames
too gloriously bright, and red, and orange, and blue for their own good
then i'll look at you
and the world will end.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
painting my nails seems so unproductive
when i could be studying for math or german or history
but i'm thinking about you.
i don't know your favorite color, or i would have painted them that shade.
though, unless your favorite color is
pink
purple
silver
crusty blue or
clear
then i guess i couldn't anyway because those are the only colors i have.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
there’s most likely a certain feeling within the world, sweet…and bitter.
soft footfalls gently approaching you, almost silent against the chatter of the city
making your blood rush faster, your heart beat louder than you thought it ever could
the adrenaline goes up and twists your surroundings, making them so very colorful
all of a sudden a fantasia too good to be true materializes right before your eyes
so perfect, so beautiful, almost a bite of awestrucking sticky-sweet bliss, of heaven—
yet then
it all falls down, a gleaming castle of visions crumbling into worn brick and cracked stone
crashing, shattering into millions of thin, crystalline shards of broken glass, clear as day yet cold as night
grappling on, plunging into your flesh and twisting your heart, knifelike pain searing into your skin
with ashen, burnt, blackened vines, branching out and ripping you into shreds of a being.
it’s so **** so bittersweet, so soothing yet so stoic, so overly melodramatic
you wonder why you believed this flawed, traitorous fantasy in the first place.
it lets ripples of pain strain through you in cascades, tormenting you
with waves of sobriety you wish you didn’t feel.
enveloping with perfection, and crashing with hurt
this perfectly imperfect unfolding drama
feels a lot like reality.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 6:55 PM UTC
at least it’s still the same sun
that touches the both of us,
something to be thankful for
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC