#romanticizeeverything
It’s like that first time you smoke a cigarette with your friends-
a little gross, but you feel so cool.
Or the first time you flash your
I.D. at the bar,
not knowing what to order, but loving the freedom to choose.
When you’re gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white,
finally feeling tires touch concrete that isn’t a parking lot.
Decorating that ****** apartment,
paying the first month’s rent-
broke, yet so **** proud.
Holding your diploma in
trembling hands,
a piece of paper most people get,
but this one has your name on it.
That first day everything clicks at work,
a shift so smooth it’s forgotten on the rough days that follow.
That first kiss under the stars,
dopamine shockwaves flooding
every nerve-
you’ll stay up for days on the memory.
Even the devastating realization
that nothing lasts forever,
laying in bed as rain beats
against your window,
music reverberating through a hollow chest.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Heat waves rush my body,
Warming my skin,
Threatening to blind me,
But I just breathe it all in.
Sunglasses on,
Two hands on the wheel,
We’ve got somewhere to go,
And I want something to feel.
She plays in the park,
Discovering more every day,
And I watch her quietly,
Realizing I’m the same way.
I thank the moon
For all the guidance she’s given,
But I want to live now
That the sun has risen.
So I’ll play the monster,
And swing on the swings,
Chase my daughter around
For the joy that it brings.
It feels so good,
Being free in the sun-
I can assess my thoughts later,
Right now, I’m having fun.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
After a long day
my bed calls to me,
Comfy and warm
yet her pillows stay cool to the cheek.
She keeps me company
all through the night,
My thoughts become hers,
in darkness or light.
Will I have good dreams
of love and adventure?
Or will shadows appear,
too deep to mention?
My mind plays tricks,
as she often does,
But my bed fights back
with her comforting hugs.
My neck finds peace
if I lay just right,
She eases my aches
most of the night.
She puts up with my snoring,
my tossing and thrashing,
Each dreamscape journey
more wild and crashing.
And though I kick and I turn
as I move through my dreams,
She never lets me fall out,
always there fixing my seams.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
I’m not a morning person,
And I’ve never liked birds,
But today I sat outside
With my coffee in hand.
Yeah, it was hot,
But the heat felt good on my skin,
Like the sun was embracing me
As he rose from his slumber,
Like I was the first thing he reached for
When he woke up.
The breeze swayed the grass gently,
Carrying quiet secrets in its sigh,
And for a moment I wondered
If mornings had always felt this kind,
Or if today was just different,
Because I finally let myself enjoy it.
It was a good morning,
My thoughts finally at ease.
I’ve always loved the sunset,
But watching the sky fade
From cool blues to warm hues
Felt special in a way I didn’t expect.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
I like to cook,
To cut and to chop,
Follow a recipe?
I think the **** not.
I guess and I taste
As I go along,
Each meal is different,
Every seasoning strong.
A pan so hot
With its sizzling sound,
Don’t come in my kitchen-
My chaos all around.
The water is boiling,
Steam clouds the air,
There’s flour on my face,
Chili powder in my hair.
Everyone knew
It was my turn to cook dinner,
Music blasting loud-
Master chef sinner.
I sing off-key
While I stir the ***
But it smells delicious,
And that’s what I’ve got.
When it’s all done,
I plate it so nicely,
A centering ritual
That sometimes feels wifely.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC
I pick out my tea bags,
Sometimes two or three,
Steep them in hot water,
Letting them be.
Then I sift through my cabinets,
Searching with care,
For the best little items
My chai might wear.
I’ve already made sweet foam
To crown her with flair,
Maybe she'd like brown sugar
To melt in her hair.
Honeyed lace drips down-
Her favorite sweet,
She pairs well with maple,
Cinnamon makes her complete.
Deciding how we’ll dress her,
A very indecisive time,
Should she wear caramel today,
Or vanilla to rhyme?
Perhaps she’ll indulge,
Mixing both with a grin-
A drink dressed in luxury,
My soft comfort within.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
I wash myself with water,
you find too hot to touch
But it soothes my aching muscles and
my tired soul so much
Relaxation is becoming me,
with eucalyptus in the air,
Soothing all my senses while I
lather it through my hair
Jelly bean body scrub in hand,
everything smells sweet
Exfoliating the day from my being, removing myself from defeat
Rubbing circles along my jaw to massage away exhaustion,
high pressured heat to free my shoulders of the burden they carry so often
Body oil to top it off,
strawberry my favorite choice
It's hard to hate yourself when you smell so good,
but it's easier to find my voice
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
I’m not always the most creative,
But I’ve always been a little naive,
Choosing easier routes to healing,
Ones that kept me feeling unseen.
But I think I’m done with hiding now,
Done accepting life’s just pain,
So I’ll start drafting love from everything mundane,
Romanticizing quiet mornings and loud summer rain.
I’ll find poetry in coffee steam,
In the way the trees sway and sigh,
In cracked sidewalks blooming weeds,
And cotton candied evening skies.
Maybe, just maybe,
If I love each gentle, ordinary thing again,
I’ll find the pieces of myself I thought I’d lost,
And fall back in love with life,
Or at least treat it like a friend
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC