#shit poetry

[maihonhassan]

"Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi sab khaak barabar" said no one ever :')

[mothoclock]

Let me grip your waist with desperate hands

trace your spine with needy fingertips

and tell you how many centuries I’ve wanted

needed you

without saying anything at all

[full-of-rage-and-adoration]

Sorry, I have amazing music taste and kissable lips....wanna make out?

[rins-batcave]

Days blur together

Empty, and bleak

Time passes slowly

Yet I didn’t even see

[haydsbabes]

breathe my air, hands on waist

never kissed with so much haste

eyes wander and fingers trace,

lick my lips to save the taste

kisses upon shoulders, chaste

basking in the aftertaste

limbs and fingers interlaced,

their body is my safest place.

[manybrokenquills]

Yes,

I can talk.

I can force the words out of my mouth.

I can take a deep breath and make my vocal cords vibrate.

I can gather my thoughts and tell you.

But I can't talk.

There's so much to talk about.

I have so many thoughts.

But I can't talk.

I can't.

And sometimes that hurts.

Because

I wanna tell!!

I have so much to tell people!!

I want others to experience what I am!!

I want my world to be known!!

I want you to see the sun how I do!!

I want you to see you how I do!!

But like a dog who's collar zaps if they bark,

I can't.

I just can't.

So, I stick to poems,

I stick to DMs,

I stick to writing.

I still can't talk.

I still can't tell.

But, by God,

I can write.

[iloveyouitsruiningmylife]

was it truly serendipity?

when you crashed into me

I may be enigmatic

i may let my anger become static

but i held you close

now i only hold your ghost

i thought we were ineffable

but you wrote us like a fable

that begged to be seen

alas my world was not as keen

i chose solitude on my languid days

that caused you a pain you’d never say

so i called your barbed mind resplendent

even if i never meant it

you meant each thing you said

cause you were fucked in the head

so evidently your mothers puppetry

bleeding into you and me

did that mean loving me was a source of contention?

because even through your apprehension

you still chose to desert

the one that loved you first

[mikimyslee]

Ambien angel wings are going to pry themselves out of my skinny fragile spine, thus mutilating an already mutilated angel. How much more damage can an angel take? Is it a test against god? No, it’s a test against pain. Beautiful crimson, violent violet agony. It’s Ecstacy, it’s invigorating despair. Would you dance with me in my silk white webs, beaded with lovely pearls? Would you take my shaking hands adorned with silver rings and black fingernail paint? Would it be a quick, deadly silent affair? Not a breath exchanged between you two under the rain. Just eye contact like looking into the soul of two long lost gods. They don’t care about the planet crashing down around them, only themselves as they stand frozen before eachother. Wrists bleed warm love and they mingle and embrace. Let’s all embrace in perfume blood mixed fuzzy rain. I want to stare in the murky puddles and reach in with pale slender fingers to pull out a muddy seashell for you and me. 🪽🌊🩸

[innertragedycrown]

I would

I'd write you a poem

About how you're the stars in the sky

About how you are my home

About how happy I am that you're mine

And that you love me too

But I'm sure you already know

With every look I give you

[mothoclock]

You show the bed before me and say

Sleep here

Lay down

I will take care of it all

Without saying a word

And so I do.

How joyful it is to be given permission to breathe, given permission to rest. To be held until I drift away and be gently warmed by your skin softly resting against my back. To be looked after for just a while, to have the reins taken out of my hands for just a minute. To let the white knuckles fill with colour once more.

But even in this land I’m taken to in slumber, your thumbs are still pressed over mine.

Your chin rests against my back; your cheek fits perfectly into the nape of my neck as if some deity made the curves of my body just for you. My waist fits flawlessly into your mild but calloused hands. A jigsaw puzzle carved with intricate precision designed to accommodate the closeness of your body to mine.

As long as you are here I am home.

[still-obsessed-with-reyna]

what is the sky without its stars

what are the trees without their leaves

what is the world without colour

and what am i without my scars?

[w24ith]

It feels so strange 

Like I can still feel tiny claws digging under my skin 

Or feel a pulsing in the space where a warm body used to be held

Small, wriggling, soft

Stay away from my hands

And all they have done to you 

For you 

And now, The steering wheel 

Hot, streaked with tears and sweat

I hold to distract myself 

From your  cries 

Mine 

And keep my eyes on the road 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

As they take you away 

We both shake, with fear, with life

And I curse my hands and heart 

I promise, I thought this was the right thing to do

I hope you never think of me again 

For what I’ve done 

For my misguided hopes of a better life 

For you, for me, 

And the pool of sweat your form left behind 

In the wake of my tears 

‘it’s gonna be alright’

Has been proven 

Nothing more than hot air 

(written around August 28th, sometime late.)

I brought a kitten to the animal shelter and I feel too much in my heart.

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

But that's not me

The fact that you won't know me

Won't know the true me

Me. Just me.

It makes me sad.

It really does

I'll always be your sister

Sister

Why not just sibling?

I'll always be your little girl

Daughter

Why not just child?

My eyes fill with tears

At the mere thought

Hot and stingy, knowing you could never

Could never love me

I don't know what you'll do,

If I marry Harriet and not Harry.

Will you be mad?

Don't be mad

I love you

I wish you could

Could love me, me

Me being me and only me

Maybe you'd make an exception?

Just for me?

I wish

[haydsbabes]

about to fall asleep when i find myself immediately wrapped up in the love and signature scent that you left on your side of my bed. i wonder if the sheets will remember the smell of your shampoo forever - i imagine that, just like me, they won't want to forget. my eyelashes brush my lower lids and my fingers brush our initials, date & coordinates are around my neck, where they will stay whilst i dream of you.

[crush-echoes]

10/04/24 - 10 months after the final incident

I’m still waiting for you to text me back.

I create these shitty lines of words to make me feel like I’m worth something

No one will ever see these anyway

I think maybe I’m the problem

Cause you are so much better than the others

But I’m still waiting for you to text me back

[bugfromvenus]

*gripping myself by the shoulders* YOU CANT BE THE BEST. YOU CANT BE THE BRIGHTEST. ITS OKAY. ITS GOING TO BE OKAY. LIVE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP LIVING.