#short poetry
My whims are nothing more
Than passing fancies
My thoughts no more than a sprout
…
My dreams are nothing more
Than strange realities
My melancholy no more than an out.
-s.r.f (if we were poets)
The mountains fallen with sleepy purple
And over the garden wall.
A giant’s castle in the clouds,
The blackberry scent of fall.
Softly bleed, and close your eyes,
Night tapping on the panes.
The glowy aura of the moon,
And the homely sound of rain.
-s.r.f
tell me
is this forever
am I doomed
to feel this way
-mayapoetbe
Your gonna be great!
Let the words show you your faith!
-mayapoetbe
let me pretend it’s autumn again
grey skies, clouds and rain
all the pitter patter, flitter flutter
of raindrops, and then the leaves
the leaning into winter…
the cosy, the comfort
the slowing down of hearts and homes
the freezing, the wonder
Shadows Of A Ghost.
This darkness is so vast
I feel like I’m falling so fast.
And with every fall I fear
I’ll never make it out of here.
That one day you’ll wake and
I’ll simply disappear,
as if I was never really here.
i love you 3(000)
let me say
three words, then
i’ll leave youthese three words
might cause earth
to crumble downthese three words
might create more
damage than repairingthese three words
contain my very
essence and beingthese three words
hold the weight
of three thousandare you ready?
okay? okay… okay.
i love you
I hate loving you.
What is the point of loving when it always ends like this?
Do you think the angels laugh at our demise?
I crave a life different than this.
I wish I could forget about you.
I don’t think I’ll ever be enough for you.
And when they ask about love, my answer will always be you.
She was empty space. She was a screw up. She had
a cheap
consciousness: surfacing, falling, no way to
focus, there out in the
emptiness, filled with nothing but herself and uneasy sleep.
Tired of waiting too long to build boundaries
Just to be told I don’t have a permit
I don’t need fucking permission from you!
You say I’m destroying your walls in the process
Claiming land for the sake of control over others
Isn’t a good look for you!
You have quite a funny way of expressing adoration
Or maybe I’m just imagining things
Bored and lonely with nothing better to do
Than pine for your adoration!
I wish I could think of words to write.
But instead,
Pointless thoughts
Empty head
Nothing meaningful
Just anxiety.
You don’t know how to have a good time
Without being out of your fucking mind?
But I’m the one that’s “crazy”?
I’m the one that’s lame?
Stop talking down to me,
Neither of us deserve to feel ashamed.
I hope that you can get the chemicals in your brain in order
I wish you were sober…
You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Someone must’ve put the wool in your ears
Placed rose-colored glasses on your face
So you could claim innocence!
When your wool became stained with blood…
What a fashion statement!
They don’t hate you.
They don’t hate you.
They don’t hate you.
Probably.
I think.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Probably have stuck around all these years
Out of obligation.
As if they signed a legally binding contract
When they entered the friendship
Breaking it is punishable by death!
I love the way they exist.
They have chaos in their mind but
they’re vibrant in their soul.
They are as powerful as a forest fire!
They think that they destroy everything in their path
But really, they are creating a new path
Creating a new path…
They are the strongest person I know.
Why do I always like the ones that don’t like me back?
Maybe I’m just in love with the unattainability
So in love with a concept
I can’t let that be ruined by the real…
Scary!
We were like gold
Until you were told
I needed basic respect
Then, you sold us down the river
Said our love was worth its weight in gold
So, you cashed it in for profit
But, there were no takers
And you’re still the victim, it seems!
December reminds me that I have loved
But that I’m not loved
At least, not loved enough for someone
To want me to be a part of their holiday celebration
Our love is not worth celebrating.
Pretty bold of you to say that I’m overreacting
Would only acknowledge my bleeding
Accompanied by blood curdling screaming!
Because it began to stain your clothes
Left me to rot…
While you bought a new shirt.
Said it was a pity I died!
But, I’ve survived worse.
Told me I was miserable when I was getting better
Because I wouldn’t let the gaslighting comments just
Roll.
Off.
My.
Back.
You didn’t understand why they were no longer keeping me warm
When they never kept me warm. At all.
I’d rather be comforted by hell’s embrace!
At least hell is honest with its intentions.
I hate the way my mouth tastes after hanging up the phone, eyes and chest heavy, concaving like styrofoam. My thoughts boil rapidly; clumsy lines, blurred vibes, inability to process the emotion behind your reverberating sighs. These bubbles press against my temple as my abdomen begins to tremble-deep lines cutting into my expression, taking form with artistic repression.
Every unfiltered word splinters in a thousand directions, your adoration for my quirks measured loosely by your conditional affection. One day I’m bold and the next I’m aggressive; I don’t know how to be feminine, yet also progressive. You ache for my voice and then speak over me like rain;
I’m trapped in your water, numbed by the pain.
Lost Boy
the young die too it’s sad but true.
One minute they’re there then out of the blue
you get that call we all be dreading, saying they’re out of view
and yet you had no clue
now you don’t know what to do
I hear them calling, can’t walk for crawling,
what time’s the coroner due
tears can’t stop falling, breakdown, keep stalling
but there’s no way through
there’s too much for me to chew
you’ve gained your wings and away you flew…
rest easy, Bolo.
© Namzii. 2022
