#isfp
Here's a poet's plight:
To force words to come is a fight;
Gorgeous nothings hold no light;
Meaning shall not bow to might.
Thirty thousand words or more –
All just sounds heard before;
But somewhere deeper there's a door,
A certain feeling from some core.
Or, in clearer words:
I have nothing Great to say,
but That shouldn't stop me anyway
From speaking when I feel I must;
No other way to reverse this rust.
Perfection is a savage
Curse to ravage the mind
'Round and round in circles, growing blind.
But of all the stones and stars
Or overpriced, shiny cars
The greatest gift of all you give
Is that you let me gently live.
You accept me as I am,
Tarred and scarred and marred with gray,
There's a thousand whispers, but they're all okay
When they won't be judged anyway.
There's this frustrating little tic
Where no words can quite click
Because no lovely language can compress
or stress enough meaning into a tiny little space
That could give a hint of a trace
Of the meaning that was felt.
Suffice to say it seems somehow insufficient,
Nothing Great, simply true:
You're wonderful as you.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
*Play me a sad tune
And I'll sing to you
Play me a sad tune
And I'll dance to you*
You played me
A song about
A boy who loved
And was broken
The girl he'd die for
Toyed with him when
Her boyfriend was busy
And he treasured their time
The girl who promised to love him
Who made him smile and laugh
Even though she was shy and scared
He forgot to an undaunted charmer
But all she did was wait for
Him to fall
And she never helped to
Pick him up
The shy girl waited
And picked him up
Spent the summer
Trying to remind him
Remember April
And the I love yous
You stopped saying back
And never told me why
Remember both of us
Completely awkward
How hard I tried
To get your blue eyes
I just wanted you
To look at me
The way you promised
The way you used to
September even
I'd sneak up to see you
I threw away everything
For you
Now I know
That your blushes and laughs
Were you shyly embarrassed
Not shyly in love
Now I know
That the girl you loved
Cut you off to better everyone
You lost something different
Now I know
That you weren't heartbroken
You were lonely
With no one left but me to lust over
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC