wren cole

Jul 2016

Parker A Blackwood

Maybe if you love too much and with all your heart
You break harder and faster

Maybe it you are too sensitive to everyone and everything
You mustn't ever be understood

Maybe if you sacrifice everything for others
You must always be alone

Maybe if you are too often stuck in your head
You will forever have a reality that is too painful

Maybe if you think too much
You are more depressed

Maybe if you always see the truth
You won't live as long

Maybe you must be lonely, hopeless, depressed, sensitive, empathetic, caring, and protective
So you can save others, even though you are being destroyed in the process

Maybe if you valued your life as much as you value their's
You could live past seventeen

#truth #sad #lonely #heart #sacrifice #friend #caring #destruction #understanding #empathy

wren cole Jul 2016

shut it down, turn it off

one day you will stop making names for people-
sky, dream, memory-
one day you will set these attachments aside
one day you will shut down like you've always needed
one day isolation will feel like a warm embrace, and you will be safe
one day you will stop falling in love with anyone who gives you their time to waste
one day you will finally accept that your feelings are too intense to be returned
and when this day comes you'll be okay

I'm silly and selfish and I often forget that not everyone thinks and does things the way I do.
I often expect too much, hope too much, assume too much.
I need to learn to be alone again.
You can't get hurt that way.

wren cole Jul 2016

selfish (**vague**)

petty taunting thoughts-
you were wrong , you were wrong!
silly selfish little thing,
what did you expect?
vain, greedy child.
you don't deserve so much.

as with most of the things I write: Yikes™

Jul 2016

scully

all im asking for is one minute

i try not to write poetry with your name in mind
because maybe im afraid of getting optimistic
maybe hopeful is too much of a burden to carry around
and staying angry is more safe than
all of the colors i feel when i look you in the eyes
and believe me baby-
sorry-
believe me,
i avert your gaze with probable cause
its easier to hate you than to hate our odds
and the comfort i feel when you say my name
like a whisper
like a prayer
like a moment for me alone
its easier to keep this pessimistic mindset
because i think, even as a raincloud, i can admit
if i describe the way my hands shake
when you touch me
i will never be able to silence myself
its easier to keep all of this bottled up
and sent out to sea
with no recipient
than to reach across the table
and break the silent rules we never put into permanence
believe me,
it's easier to avert your gaze
than to confront my feelings
because you know how i feel about confrontation
i can sleep surrounded by white noise
and i'll still have said too much
because every time you slip up
i feel it in my chest
and maybe i can admit that i dream about the eye contact i avoid
without destroying the way we both hold our breath around eachother
i dream about you hating these urges the same way i do
i dream about you wanting me and your sacrilegious mindset
and maybe if i fall asleep sober enough
in that dream
i can find a way to reach across the table
and write optimistic poetry about
how it feels to break the rules

shhh

wren cole Jul 2016

racing thoughts. 12:01 am.

compulsions.
check on you.
don't stop kicking.
check on you.
is that thunder or is my head throbbing again?
check on you.
something is touching my face, make it go away.
check on you.
cold. it's summer. why am i so cold?
check on you.
it's thundering AND my head is throbbing again. both is always an option.
check on you.

Not really any sort of poetry of any sort but I am BUZZING and my head is POUNDING and I CAN'T SLEEP so shut up and take this tbh

wren cole Jul 2016

manic night, 12 am

I cannot stop moving, cannot quiet my thoughts.
When did I start crying?
I'm not really upset, I'm just feeling a lot.
When will I stop lying?

I'm a sucker for really ****** rhyme schemes for some reason

wren cole Jul 2016

strawberry

skinny is like a drug
take a hit and you can't get enough
i spent two whole years feeling hollow
making excuses, taking pills
"recovery" is a full plate
instead of a strawberry,
maybe,
on a good day.
"recovery" was supposed to be healthy, but i'm left with
oh god
close your eyes
don't look at the stretch marks
the touch of your thighs
don't look at your shadow
avoid your reflection
scars on your arms
add to the collection
i'd
rather
be
dead