#attemptedpoetry

[rikuipikui]

hey i wrote something btw and it’s kwon related

[vvitchsbloom]

This fortress has no view

Art are replaceable and meaningless relics to the wealthy.

And brilliant minds are easily fished out from the water

As if a common fish does not have its own shine and colour

When everything is easily bought one loses the ability to create

I fear blind wealth for multiple reasons; for its inability to see

One cannot see the real world past the fortress of their treasures

Luckily the ocean thrives with a view of the stars and the moon.

[likethewindandsea]

Sometimes I don't know what to say

But you don't really mind

Life doesn't have to be this grind

Keep flying high

There's no need to be shy

But that's not what you are

In fact, you're quite the precious gem

I wanna see you soon

'Cause we don't give a damn

About tomorrow or what lies ahead

And one day we'll be dead

There are a thousand things I could have said

But silence is something I always liked

For words are sometimes just too much

And sometimes they are not enough

I never want to miss your touch

[rainygalaxies24]

Attempted Poetry 1

Eyes blank, ears blocked Heart cold, mind empty. Body’s a husk of an individual full of energy --- Where is she?

[death-is-just-a-chapter]

The Little Things That Weren’t So Little

If only to hear “I love you” directed at me like it used to be.

If only to have you wrap me in your arms and kiss my forehead and tell me you’re never letting go.

If only to read those beautiful messages you’d send and get all giddy inside no matter how long it had been.

It was the little things....

It was the “be safe”.

It was the “walk on the other side of me”.

It was the late nights of talking and laughing about the dumb shit.

It was the urge to kiss you, the holding you, the sleeping next to your warm body.

God, you’re so warm.

It was the anticipation of seeing you soon but not soon enough.

Never soon enough. Or long enough.

It was the little things....

It was the food shared.

It was the breakfasts made.

It was the watching you do simple tasks and feeling overjoyed that we were in the same space.

It was the watching you play video games and just touching on you.

It was all in all, the little things, the beautiful things, the best things....

L.F.K 2/23/18

[seasonsofmothering]

I’m sad to say that I attempted to prove this theory wrong ❌but thrilled to say that I couldn’t ✅ #attemptedpoetry #thisisamerica #theoryoflove #positivequotes #lifestyleblogger 👏🏼 https://www.instagram.com/p/B1OkJeVHRqK/?igshid=bye5mkgp4z26

[inspired-and-hungry-blog]

#1

I’m feeling bittersweet today.  I’m tired, and lonely, and starving and sad.  But I’m also inspiring myself beyond belief.  I am loved.  I am healthy.  I am privileged.  It’s funny.  I have every reason to be happy.  And yet.

I’m not trying to preach.  I’m not trying to be poetic, at least not right now.  I want to write and create and breathe my troubles away.  I’m in a weird in between place where I can’t tell if I want to get better, or if I want to stop eating, stop sleeping, stop trying.  Not stop living.  I’m feeling very alive.  But I don’t like the way and shape that I am existing in.  Give me some ropes to tie back the parts of myself that I don’t like and then I’ll walk freely and happily, but right now I want to hide and wait for someone else to give me the answers.

Dependency is a funny thing.

[theconniepauldiaries-blog]

I want someone that will...

Someone to to take in every once of my being, devour me, and caress every inch of me. 

Breathe a new air into me.

Assure me it’s okay to lean on them from time to time, and that I have nothing and no one to worry about.

 Won’t be afraid of stepping out with me.

Will take pride in having me by their side.

Understand that I maybe needy af sometimes but I also need my space but when you give me this space let me know that you’re there for me.

and Just be as spontaneous and thoughtful.

[lekyzoriginals-blog]

Another Step Taken

The kid was a champion, Beatin' all your friends an', Trying to figure out what makes you a man.

Then he meets a girl he doesn't quite understand, He talks to her to be her friend, Fallin' in love he begins to fade.

His face gone soft, His whole world caved, The girl had him around her finger, Made him feel hotter than a heater.

He let out his monster, Showed her his heart an', She couldn't take it he sayin', Please don't break it.

Broke like glass, Though he knew it was his fault, He felt betrayed by the girl with many a flaw.

Backed up into a corner an' he growled, Bore his fang and nearly pounced, Drawing blood in the process.

Realizing what he could do, The kid withdrew, So alone, He knew to atone for what he did.

He tried to make peace with the girl, Trying not to hurl, Because he was so hurt, He couldn't let it lurk.

So he ran trying to hate her, But he couldn't pull it off, Staring at a cross.

He still loved the girl, And still wanted her heart, But he knew it wasn't going to be.

So he cried and he said, "As long as she's happy I will endure this dread."

-Haltornalf Y'know I noticed my poetry started to sound alot like Rap music.  I'm not usually fond of it because it's usually all about drugs and sex, but there are those few I like.  Linkin Park, Eminem, and a few songs I've heard on the radio with Rap in them.  I'm not saying only their songs are good, my tastes are just different.  Sometimes I don't like some of Linkin Park or Eminem because of the rapping.  Well enjoy this.  I'm going to try to write more happy poems and raps in the future. =)

[vvitchsbloom]

I don’t want to go back to sleep.

My twenty-two-year nap came to an end today I think someone pinched me, prickled my arm maybe I don’t want to go back to sleep It’s bleak, my eyes constantly burn now Being asleep felt like being an addict High on mindless consumerism and celebrities Purely examples. I’m always tired now, always sad I don’t enjoy the things I used to enjoy But my heart is no longer heavy My mind doesn’t take me to odd places anymore Now that I’m no longer dreaming I am in control My eyes burn and colors are duller But I don’t want to go back to sleep I like it here.

[likethewindandsea]

What you're thinking?

Nothing in particular why do you even ask?

Just going though my tasks

And what are those?

To lay right here with you and keep you close

And listen to your heartbeat

One minute at a time

Tonight, your face looks so divine

And all the stars can't seem to shine

What do you need them for?

Your sun is up, your pain's no more

This can be paradise

Where we don't need the lies

Hush now and close your eyes

The moment is already gone

I was searching way too long

Just hold me in your arms tonight

Until dawn shows us another light

[d0mesticatedparadis3-blog]

When the question was: if you could dream of anything what would you dream ofWhy was the answer: you

question + answer //ABA

[death-is-just-a-chapter]

Anger screams truth

Get angry with me

I say this because when someone’s angry, the truth comes out. They no longer have the same state of mind to hold back. It’s word vomit. It’s truth serum. If you want the truth, make someone angry with you.

I don’t say anything when I’m angry because there’s nothing to say. I speak my truth daily. So I sit in silent anger and wait for the red in my eyes to disipate. You hated me for it.

You spewed your truth like a 3 year old spewed their information to a stranger. It was then I knew I was nothing to you but a thing to make you feel big, strong and in control.

I spoke my truth. I am free now. Free of your angry truth. Free of the uncomfortable grasp around my neck that made me feel weak.

So get angry with me lover, let me hear your truth if there is any to be heard.

L.F.K 2:05am 2/27/18

[mouseholeonthemoon]

Stargaze

We are adrift

Starstuff in other starstuff.

Whirling, flying

Passing time.

Look up, feel it

A silent sea of souls.

Our whole marble happens here,

Under this sky

We are but dust in a library,

One small story among infinity

Look up, and you are there

You see your reflection

And they see theirs.

[lekyzoriginals-blog]

Deaths Little Puppet

Broken and Outspoken, He feeds off whats been opened. Knowing whats to come, Attempting to run, He falls and busts his knee, All just to cry and bleed. Out in the night, Everything's bright, Little Puppet sees a light, Thinking everything alright. Bump on his head, Nearly dead, He begins to tread, Towards the unknown dread. Open the door, Begins to soar, He sees himself, And begins to pray. He knows it's his time, To pay for his crimes, His shadow takes hold, He starts to feel cold. All but consumed, Life is resumed, The funeral begins, Only death wins.

[vvitchsbloom]

He wanted to colonize the moon and I just wanted to dance.

I asked you a question, this one time when we were having our usual friendly chatter of politics, religion and science like we always used to do as kids. You used to be my favorite person in this world, we shared the same mind – or so I thought. Remember that question I asked you? It was supposed to be a joke, a rhetorical question, I only meant to make you laugh, maybe a tad bit uncomfortable. I asked you what do you think the world would look like if your ancestors left mine alone? I thought you would let out at least a chuckle, but you were silent. Not a sound heard. Your expression unreadable, I thought I went too far. Maybe I made you embarrassed, maybe you still carry some form of guilt, ashamed even. I would never shame you; you know that. We could’ve sat down and imagine what the world would look like if wars and bloodshed didn’t shape history. What it would look like if those before us – before you – spent more time creating and preserving rather than slaughtering and stealing. We could’ve indulged on how different the world would be and maybe strive towards it together. But you didn’t and if I ask you right at this moment, you still wouldn’t. You actually love what the world has become. You would’ve cheered for the bloodshed of my people and your complicity in silence today is telling enough. All this time, I thought you’ve seen right through me and considered me equal. But behind your facade you would prefer it I thank you and kiss the ground you walk on. While I had to learn every heinous history from every corner of the earth – including mine and yours – with dreams no ugly injustice would ever repeat itself unto others, you sit there, pretentious with all the knowledge and false humanity you preach, only for it to mean absolutely nothing for you wish such evil to be repeated. You’ve learned nothing.