Thirty Nine

Thirty Nine 1d

Hate

How can you hate
Something you made?
How can you hate
Something you raised?
Why do you hate me so much?
I just want your love
No, not even
I just want you to see me
Acknowledge me
Please

Thirty Nine 1d

The Price of Time

How much do you think time would cost?
Would someone buy 5 more minutes during their final breath
Or 2 more years to your partner's lifespan
Others selling their hours in hopes of being rich
A birthday girl being gifted 2 more hours
A single father selling his minutes for some dollars
Being robbed of the minutes you just bought
Saving up your silver coins to buy your mother an hour
Priceless moments will outweigh all the Earth
In the end, will we realize time's real worth?

Thirty Nine 1d

Deceptive Perceptions

My ears deceive me
Because the words that came out of your mouth
Are so insulting
But you would never actually say that to me

My sense of touch deceives me
Because the way you touched me
Was so *****
But you would never touch me like that

My nose deceives me
Because the way your heart smells
It is so rotten
But you are the purest person I know

My eyes deceive me
Because the person in front of me
Is so controlling
But you would never use me in that way

My tongue deceives me
Because the way your mouth tastes
Is so bitter
But you are the sweetest person I know

Thirty Nine 2d

The River's Guardian

The river flowed slowly
For it carried precious cargo
An infant in a basket

The river knew what to do
And saved the infant from its demise
Bringing it to the Pharoh's wife

The river flowed gently
All you could hear were the infant's cries

While I'm not the most strongest Christian (Though I hope to be) The stories and lessons from the bible serve as great inspiration for poems

Thirty Nine 6d

Decoration of the Mind

I embellish my mind with music
The expressive silence and the blend of rich voices
Rhythmic expressions and artistic use of words
                                                                     My mind is adorned with emotions
                     The tides of emotions crash over me and the whispers of intuition
                                                     Screams of fear and varying colors of mood
I decorate my mind with thoughts
The stream of ideas and whispers of consciousness
Small streams of reflection and flashes of insight
                                                                  My mind is furnished with memories
                                             The fragments of memories and echoes of the past
                  Brushstrokes of details in each memory and the maze of perception
I decorate my mind with poems
The quilt block of words and dance of language
Mosaic of themes and rhymic heartbeats

This took so long-
Hope you enjoy it!

#shitpost

Thirty Nine 7d

Muse

I am an Artist
I am a Poet
Without a Muse
My work lacks its purpose

I need a Muse
A purpose to keep create
A reason to keep making

The words I turn into sentences
Are dull and bare

I think I'm an Artist
I think I'm a Poet
But without a Muse
I work without purpose

Thirty Nine 7d

weight

It took me a while to get used
To the numbers on the scale
To only go up