Poetry - Blog Posts

Today is harder than any day I ever thought I'd bare;

It's even harder cause I'm surrounded by people who do not care.

They may care about me and the pain that runs through,

But they are perfectly incapable of actually missing you.

I feel that you're still out there though it does feel far away;

How am I supposed to accept that you have gone a different way?

I've loved and fought for so long I don't know how to stop,

And it's even fucking harder to finally give up.

I worshipped you, I prayed for you, I fell down to my knees

Hopin' and prayin' for a life we fought to see;

But now you've taken your own life and brought it to an end;

I thought that at the very least I'd find a way to call you friend.

I thought I had accepted that our love just couldn't be,

But what I failed to realize was how strong you were still holding on to me.

I was holding onto hope for us harder than any drug I've had,

Even though I knew that any ending would only turn out bad.

But this was not an end that I'd ever thought I'd see,

Now you're gone and taken every single piece of me.

Oh

As they block me and remove me from their socials and just disappear without a word said in warning…

— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

So I’ll nod until my neck snaps

Worn down to paper thin skin

And measly shrugs

Traded my glare for a complacent grin

Plastic tea cups for ceramic mugs

Stolen glances for a rehearsed laugh

Soft ice cream for thigh gaps

It seems easier now,

To starve than swallow.

My tongue is raw,

Jagged teeth dug into the muscle

Excuses never slip.

Sunk to the bottom.

“Fallen angel,” they cry,

Drunk sailors watch, aghast,

Hopeless, lifeless, she lie.

They dredge her up,

Callin’ her pale hue tragic,

They study her vacant eyes,

A morose sight, bloated to the surface,

On days of somber skies,

They think of her.

A lonely girl, too young to die.

What will life look like 2 years from now?

Can I hear the train whistle between the brush of trees?

The howling of coyotes and roars of mountain lions,

Maybe I’ll be cruising down the golden coast.

I’m hungry for it.

Dry toast and black coffee from a waitress named Diane

It’s not just surviving anymore

I’ll feel at home once the ocean breeze hits my face,

Once it takes my hair between its salty grasp.

I’ll feel whole

Unrecognizable

Unknown.

On my own

No one to please

Just me and a couple sand fleas.

Lick the wound till it’s raw.

he wants the ballerina in the music box

to spin around for him

and flutter her eyelashes

not the dancer in his bed

prêt à ramper dans ses bras

if only we met sooner

if only we had met sooner

i might be really good at golf now

and although you’ve been practicing

you’re still losing at mario kart somehow

if only we had met before

we might have two cats (or four)

we might have been to turkey

and brought home several more

if only we had met earlier

i’d be joining you at the football matches

then we’d go back, have some dinner

then head to bed where i give you back scratches

if only we had met a two years ago

which is when you first saw me

you might be ready

and maybe i would be too

but i guess now we’ll never know

ummm here’s a little something, idk if you’d call it a poem but oh welll

wrong place, wrong time

it happened quite fast

i didn’t really mind though

until it came to an end

an end i didn’t want

and i’m truly not mad

in fact i feel so selfish

because although you’re not ready

there just isn’t anyone else for me

how can i forget the calls and the facetimes

our first date, you wanted to meet my dad probably just to wind him up

i hope you keep the keyring i gave you

i can’t stop glancing at my phone

just in case you call or message

but i know that won’t happen

so for now, i’ll just miss you

okay so this guy i’m dating told me to write him a poem bc i did ONE assignment on poetry for my english degree and he thinks i’m a poet.

fast forward weeks later and i finally thought of something that doesn’t start with “roses are red, violets are blue”

anyways i’m posting it here. idk if it’s any good, i trust tumblr not to judge me. yes it is sickeningly cute, i apologise in advance. (there is no title yet)

although we’ve known each other less than a while

everyday you make me smile

and that makes it worth every mile

that’s between us across this silly isle

p.s. idk whether to add any other stanzas or if it’s fine as it is 🥹

I cry for the butcher

Gold silver and copper

cake my tongue

No harm can ever come from

my mother's praying hands

My filthy mouth -

I harmed myself

Orange wedge lip

Clenched ivory threat

Pulled the trigger with my tongue

Blood orange

Her saintly hands

I’m sorry - a million times over

I say to her

And when i finally cry

It is not for the lamb.