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Drowning in green quicksand
Not understanding how to map
Unsure if she really can
Writing and hating how it sounds
Compliments that aren’t profound
Makes you question the bow
Wondering if people feel different now
How disappointed they will be
Debt up to her ears
No one to hear
Her swinging from a vine
My husband and I walked home from the movie theater
He wanted to talk about all the things we were going to do together
In the future
He wanted to talk about us and Thailand
He wanted to talk about the gay and lesbian clubs
Us becoming one
All the great adventures
And all I could do was stay silent
And she said
Are they things you want to do?
Are they the things you feel passionate about?
Asking all the right questions, I replied
They are things that I once thought of doing
They are things that I should want to do
My fear overcomes all adventure that life sometimes gives one
He thinks I negative because I have no goal
Dreamless, but I cannot be either of these
Neither negative or positive only always revolving
What do I want next?
What should be my next move?
How do I force myself to change in the way I need?
She answers
I think your next move should be figuring out what you want.
I wish all of us could take like six months to do something interesting
Nothing but daydream and explore and figure out our goals
But I don’t even understand how to try
Plus, how will I know if I found it?
It’s all so scary and hard . . . .
It’s unsettling
The night calms yet brings dreams
Nightmares
She never did change
Was it for the people who wrote in her yearbook?
Was it for herself?
She sits in the dark staring at walls
She doesn’t know how to do this
There are no red marks on her arms
A sure sign she’s getting better
Nightmares
She pushed friends away and died
They won’t miss her anyway
She made sure of it
She’s too curious to leave them alone
Internet addiction
Social Media worship
Nightmares
Even when home she wants to be there
Home
Where is it?
She likes the feel of night
Never scared of walking alone in it
Darkness is different
She always runs away from it
Swings are perfection
The only thing that will truly make her happy
Swinging in the dark
She dries her tears with her arm and looks out into the infamous candle light sky. Her last cigarette in the pack, last of her world gets flicked, dying in the night. She stands up “Here it goes, Goodbye.” She says to the world jumping off her favorite bridge into the sea.
I can’t shake the negatives
Normally they hold great pictures
Sarcastically
All it’s doing now is crashing my hopes
I’m upset right now
Someone can either just kill me
Just come out from behind the camera
Tell me this isn’t my life . . .
Any manga readers out there? How about Yaoi? (Don’t judge me)
My favorite Yaoi is called Gravitation after watching the OVA I kind of became obsessed with one of the scenes. Where the main character’s favorite Rock artist tells him that he has to find his shiny. I don’t know why but till this day it makes me chuckle.
Tell me what you think!! 🙂
My lip is a book shining in my pants
Swollen with the love we once shared
Glowing from the cherry flavored lip gloss
Shining Shiny, Shiny Love Is . . .
Your lip is a friend closing a great hug
Something cold on my lip, but what?
Slithering tickling infusing our love
Shining Shiny, Shiny Love Is. . .
Lips are interesting sometimes soft sometimes mean
Your lips were my first ones. Nice. Soft.
Love undid and unruly lost in love
Shining Shiny, Shiny Love Is . . .
I don’t understand why you’re mad at me
My cheek burns eyes water from the pain
Your lips aren’t nice no more, where are you?
Shining Shiny, Shiny Love Is . . . .
My lip is a book shining in my pants
Swollen of cold frozen sugar
Glowing from the light of television
Shining Shiny, Shiny Love is lost
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! Hope your New Year’s was as great as you had hoped it would be.
For this exercise, we had the first 15 mins of class to make up a poem that could fit as many words possible on this list. The professor liked how I started mine.
What do you think? Can you do better? Write it in the comments 🙂
| Grace | Obedient | Counterchange |
| Fall | Mirage | Rook |
| Taken | Rake | Hick |
| Tamarack | Second | Restrain |
| Hibiscus | Dagger | Deign |
| Charge | Slither | Taste |
| Stumble | Veil | Coin |
| Hound | Cowed | Restless |
| Visible | Viridian | Bend |
| Throat | Counsel | Earlobe |
I. Have. Stumbled.
Fallen is more like it
You have taken my heart
Caught like a pheasant at the throat by a hound
I couldn’t show restraint
I slithered my way into yours
Took charge of this mirage of love
Restlessly raked my way through the hicks
Who savagely hurt you
The king has captured the rook
Coining an obedient lover
A veil was placed upon your head
Our grace was soon fought after
A second taste of life together
We deign at any others love
They couldn’t be any stronger
One of my friends had ADHD, and I could see a contrast between when she took her meds, and when she didn’t. This poem depicts how I see the phenomenon of Adderal on the brain.
Adderall
Concentration sixty-four no repeats or hesa
Did you know that people evolved from apes?
It’s something I learned while writing a long essay
Essays are actually alright when you’re eating grapes
Concentration sixty-four divided by eight equals eight
Midterms are coming, and the work is piling up
I’m trying not to bother my roommate this late
I drink the medication down with whatever is in my cup
Concentration sixty-four no repeats or hesitation
All of my words are coming together
I wrote my paper with no limitation
Compiling research isn’t my thing either
Concentration sixty-four no repeats or hesitation
I’ll go first, you’ll go second
Finishing my paper alleviates my tension
Now to bed, it beckoned
Concentration sixty-four
I don’t think I’ve ever finished that game before
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