Poems, Thoughts, and Quotes | Side Blog: immabeestudying
155 posts
I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?
It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
-
5/14
The screen on the back porch tore last night
When the weather was so bad
My apathetic cat curled up beside me to ride out the storm.
You hated that cat but I called it mine
Long before I was yours.
We built the screen together "like a real couple"
The only project I ever talked you into.
I dreamed that we would sip our coffee in the morning air
Watching sunrise together, the two of us
With the cat purring in my lap.
We never used it once and you called it useless
And I didn't see the point in going out
If we didn't do it together.
But now the screen is ripped, the metal prongs pointed angrily at your chair.
It ripped
And you aren't here to fix it.
Staring here at the hole, sipping my coffee alone with that damn cat pawing at the mosquito that's breached containment
and I can't help but wish it all meant something
In the end.
-
Day 4/14
Of all the insults you've thrown
"Soft" has hurt the most.
To hear that the years of love and laughter
That carved the lines in my cheeks
Were a weakness
Wounds me as much as the slaps you endured
At the hands of people far less soft than I.
In a moment my pain will pass, I know
And pity will set in
At how sad it is that you were raised
To see compassion as a flaw.
-
Day 3/14
Mauve toned lipgloss is all I need
To feel pretty.
But I can't recall when I began to wish for such things
For the stranger's heads to turn
For the too-long glances in the grocery store aisle
For them to dream of me in a new way.
I never cared before but now-
Now their attention is the only way
I feel beautiful anymore.
When I apply it to my lips and blend them with a POP!
I still don't know if I look beautiful for them
Or for me.
-
Day 2/14
I dreamt of a candle in pale hands
With a crimson flame burning down down down
Wax dripping on soft skin
Too gentle for it's heat
But there was no flinch or falter
Until it melted down to nothing
Leaving only a curl of smoke and scalded flesh
As its legacy
-
Day 1/14
I miss the person I was when I wrote poetry. I looked at the world like a love letter addressed to me from something greater, and lately I need that kind of hope in my life.
I will write one poem a day for two weeks in hopes to build a habit and rediscover my spark!
Maybe Icarus had the right idea
That it's okay to burn
For temporary bliss
All I need is a kiss
Cause we're already a match
And I'm soaked to the bone
With kerosene
Snowflakes fell like nimble dancers
Landing softly
Upon your freckled nose
As our laughter fogged
In crisp air
We ran
And nearly slipped
Like a foolish man
Might fall in love
During the wintertime
I used to be a poet once
But now I've lost my spark
The words that once came freely
Are lost now in the dark.
I try not to get discouraged
At this subtle, painful change
But I've become a different person now
Though I yearn to be the same.
Everyone loves the fall, it seems
But nobody ever thinks
About the tragedy befalls
Every fallen leaf
Their blood has been sucked out of them
Like a vampire with it's prey
And their bodies tumble helplessly
Like rain on a chilly day
And that crunching noise you love so much
When you tread upon the leaves?
You're stomping on their skeletons
And crushing skulls beneath your feet.
I look tenderly at the bluebells
For the first time in a while
I hope they know how well they are doing
How fast they are growing
And how beautiful they've become.
I'm back where I belong, it seems
By myself at last.
I tell myself it's what I need
But thoughts are coming fast.
How cute, he got me roses
As if plants could fix this mess
The paleness of the petals
Are completely meaningless.
But still, he bought me flowers
I guess that means he cares
But it takes a little more than that
To make this all seem fair.
Summer is gone
Just a heartbeat away
My life feels empty
As I waste my days
Sitting inside
Seeing no one at all
Maybe life will be easier
At school in the fall
Stars are what I reached for
The ground is what I hit
Life continues to beat me down
Like I don't deserve to live
One day I will die, I know
Till then it's misery
So let's cut out the middleman
And all just cease to be
I’ve grown accustomed to the quiet
That lie beyond my door
So it was all the moreÂ
Disquieting
When I heard voices from the floor
Honesty comes easily
To everyone but me.
I time my words with the waves
And hope they'll get lost at sea.
As a liar and a fraud,
I understand deceit
Yet crave it more than truth
So it is all I seek
Fly, little Icarus
But don't you touch the sun
Your wings may melt and falter
But you are still my son.
I saw you walking as a babe
Your first few tottering steps
And now you soar so high above
But you cannot imagine its depths
So fly, my little Icarus
But fear the sun's hot rays
Your fragile feathers fall apart
And you fall back from whence you came
We are gilded people
Glittering with gold
Which disguises the hatred
And misery
Bubbling beneath our skin
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
Im a bit too prideful to admit
That im afraid to say im wrong
But you already knew that, babe
And you have for far too long
I'm a melancholic alcoholic
With a tendency for feeling nauseous
Too much love, too much drink
Provides a space for me to think
But my thoughts flee my mind
As quick as they had come
And I am left alone
With my heart feeling numb
My arm has fallen
Asleep again
Like my mind at 3am.
And I hope by shaking it
Out today
I may save it from needles
And pins
Strings of lights and
Yellow tapestries
Brighten up my room
In an attempt to hide
The darkened mess
That lurks in the corners
I took a train to Amsterdam
To see something that's new
The lull of life had gotten to me
So I got away from you.
The forget-me-nots aren't blooming.
They wither on the sill
No amount of water
Could ressurect them still.
The sunlight shines enough for them,
But all I think to do
Is to let them die right there
Like my relationship with you.
She is like the ocean
Her waves as soft and calm
Brushing my ankles
Like kisses at dawn
She is like the ocean
The towering frozen sea
Where the waves as tall as mountains
Threaten to topple me
She is like the ocean
Dark, at times, but brave
Stronger than I ever was
And soothing through the days
You can only know
The phoenix
From the ash
It leaves behind
A metaphorical
Gun to my head
Threaten a fate
I would rather
Instead
A moment too soon
Or not soon enough
Maybe this metaphor
Is more real
Than I thought