Starving

Starving

 

Another one of my weird poems. I wrote this one without thinking about structure or anything. This morning I was going to get my fruit but found out that it all spoiled in a matter of a few day, mine was the only one that went bad, which was weird. So I made a story of a narrator based on that. I hope you enjoy it, I know its rusty! lol

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B & W

B & W

If I stare long enough you look fleshy.

Like a glistening wound, sliced into a smile.

And yes, our smiles meet,

and it’s like natures sweetened water.

It’s complicated, sometimes…

You see, the freckles like to get stuck in my teeth.

But I think better of it, for I learn more about you.

Since your water is sweet,

I sometimes I have tackiness on my fingers,

But I lick them and leave the stains.

I’d bee with you any season and any day

You never lose your smile, even if you feel bruised

If you are taken apart or left out in rims

I’d nap next to you and curve to your body.

What is left is just enough,

We only have so much time.

H

spectrum

spectrum

I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I thought about this one last night so I decided to write it down today. It didn’t come out like the first draft in my head but I think I got the idea down.

 

To make my colors change

You have to see to gradient

the fine lines of my pores

and the rouge to my pupils.

 

You make my colors change

what was once purple is now blue

what was once red is now green

and black to white.

 

Making my colors change-

I am a different person

I think I gave some of myself

to become something new

 

My colors changed from

newspaper to a carnival

the popcorn butter and the cotton candy twists

that satisfy the never-ending taste buds.

With the stars serving the neon lights

that change the mood over time.

 

H

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes I stare at old pictures

not because of the memories but because

my mind likes to think and wonder

wonder where they are

did they mean to…

you know.

no, I never know

what to think in a situation of contact

So I resort to my photographs

My nice photographs

aligned by the edge

collaged in time.

But look at my photographs

Is there an admire, a thought that goes through your mind?

Do you ever wonder what happened after the pictures

and the last one there.

 

H

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #12

30 Days of Poetry: Day #12

Day 12: Write a poem in the perspective of a stranger

 

I see her staring at me.

She looks like she ought to be a person that always stares, I know how she feels.

I’m staring back.

I’ll go back to my ways. But, I wonder. What are the chances of seeing that person again?

I wonder how many people looked at me and thought the same thing. I doubt it.

But it’s a thought.

What are the odds that I will see that woman again, the staring woman?

I won’t give it another thought, let me go on my day.

But, did she think the same thing too-

there she goes walking away.

Hm, will she see me again?

 

H

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #11

30 Days of Poetry: Day #11

Day 11: Write a poem based on your favorite lyric

 

I am overcome by the process of living

With what they throw back and what I can catch

And I try to pull the buckets of tears over my sail

To take me out to the vastness.

And I see your arms and a stretch it made

From your skin brought a wave

Of a happy disaster, what a surprise.

And as the wave cast, Your sweat pushed me through,

To the undiscovered temples.

And your words salted my tongue and eyes

As bubbles orbed around me

And we floated past the waving grass.

 

H

 

“My life in an upturned boat, marooned on a cliff
You brought me a great big flood
And you gave me a lift
To care, what a gift
You tell me with your tongue
And your breath was in my lungs
And you float over the rift”

“Simple Song” by The Shins

30 Days of Poetry: Day #10

30 Days of Poetry: Day #10

Day 10: Write about the moon without using the words, bright, shine, dark, crator, and moon.

 

I always wonder how you still look glowing
Even though your skin is cracked and porous.
You give an aura at night, you still seem to beam.
I always wonder if you are ever alone,
do you have friends or want companionship.
I know it’s been 45 years since our last visit.
The closest I can get to you is by sea
I meet you at your ripe tide
As you pull me back and forth, back and forth.
I bet it is so quiet all the way up there
so I’ve made a song for you,
I’ll sing it to you through bubbles.
Your face is like a pie and I want to take a slice.
 I can see you smile crookedly on those fun nights,
And you carry me home on those long somber rides.

 

H

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #9

30 Days of Poetry: Day #9

Day #9: write an honest poem about yourself, don’t hold anything back.

 

I relapse in my thoughts

And its a drug I can’t stop welcoming.

Don’t worry it’s not tangible, I can’t taste it, I can’t consume it.

Everyone has it. So I think it’s okay to feel this way.

 

I overthink and take too much time

To make a choice or to decide.

I tend to get mad, and days like this I stop everything.

People don’t know me to be crippled in cold,

but that means you don’t know me

 

I always get tired. I get tired of trying to be something.

I don’t care for crowds and loud people talking at the same time.

I prefer to be alone, or with one great person.

I feel that I can show you myself more

Otherwise, I won’t say much.

 

I force words out of my mouth and It feels like I’m throwing up acid

Becuase nothing sticks, it just burns a hole through an ear.

I can’t speak loud anyway and when I do

It’s always something wrong.

 

Then I stare at people

And I wish I could be you, him, her.

I wish I could feel pretty all the time and not let my jealous rage

make me angry for no reason.

I start to think I hate people.

 

I don’t realize this about me

I think I’ve earned to feel emotion and sadness from time to time

But all the time- that’s the issue.

It’s not good to drown others with me while I’m at it.

 

This isn’t an intervention, and I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself.

I don’t hate myself and I do find my company great.

I have grown to love my self, and I am learning to just

let it go.

 

I find myself cute and pretty. I find myself sexy.

I believe to be different.

I like the things I like, and I like how I give my heart and love and patience to many

I worry that I’ll get hurt. But I’ve been hurt many times before, not by a love

but from all.

 

But I always seem to still be here.

I’m here and so is everyone else.

I’m still working on myself and I haven’t figured out what is wrong sometimes.

 

I just know that there are so much more beautiful things to cry about.

 

H

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #8

30 Days of Poetry: Day #8

Day #8: Describe a color without using the name of that color

Bubbly and Soapy and you see me at the corners of your eyes, but I am not at a primary state

Roses like to hold my name, but I am nothing like that puncture from that thorn.

I’m in your lips, in parts of your tongue. Sometimes on your nails and between your teeth.

I taste like cotton candy and smell like grapefruits. I erase the mistakes we’ve made and I help with yours.

I can dance on my toes for you, and I stereotype of the feminine, although I like men too.

You can hear the ocean in me if you hold me close, while I stick to you like watermelon juice.

I open like a lotus when you touch me. I bloom rarely like the sweetness of cherry blossoms

But I give myself, bathe in my lake and waterfalls of the blue moon

 

H

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #7

Day #7: Write a poem about something that makes you happy.

 

To hear you in the air is blissing

And I want to celebrate my sensitivities

Nothing has to be done

Just as long as we can hear

 

The words of your music, and music

And the taste of your knowledge

Who would have known

that entering here would be without effort

 

Separated is lost and silent

I feel the need to touch and hear again

Pluses with Vibrations

Collect our joys in the pockets we share

 

Sounds and music

Embraces our embraces

Beneath us is the soundscape

And to escape was our home

 

Approaching me and to you

Was the decision that struck the tempo

In our oceans of skins

In a girl and boy

 

H

_happy_

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #5

Day #5: Write a Eulogy

C. Berry

 

It is coincidence that today is the day,

The day that it happened.

I talked about you yesterday when filing through passed names

Yours that my brother holds

but he never knew you.

Your skin was light and eyes blue, or green

I was too small to remember.

It is so hard to believe that you would end

That people even give ends to themselves.

I only remember your smiles and laughter

And the first time you took me on an errand to the mermaids coffee

And I wasn’t even tall enough to see past the car window.

You were a father

You were a husband

You were a brother

You were an uncle

You were a friend of all

 

H

C.berry

H

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #4

Day #4: Write a poem in the style of a dictionary entry

 

Eurhythmic

or Eurythmic [yoo-rith-mik, yuh-]

Adjective

  1. Harmoniously overcoming your senses and In other words beyond description and feeling
  2. Through the pulses in your ears and the cage of your chest, displays a song  of euphoria
  3. You try to describe your senses, it comes to terms that they are beyond comprehension
  4.  Dances of waves move you on

POETRY_4

 

H

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #3

30 Days of Poetry: Day #3

Day #3: Write a poem based off of your favorite fairy tale

 

women wish they were called a beauty

but no escape can mirror the future

but what will be shown is cast at glance

belle of intelligence

and misunderstood in community

talking to oneself or objects give comfort

only one person of companionship

can overturn the break

words and bindings can tell knowledge

teach and warm the stories that give hope

 

Be true to yourself

be kind to others

unless savage life and bring your life to end

like the roses petals

that fall to every grace and time

 

H

Song playing: Tighten the Reins by Puzzle

beautyandthebeast

 

 

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #2

30 Days of Poetry: Day #2

Day #2: Write a poem/letter to your future self

Dear Me,

You are something aren’t you, You think that no one can understand who you are

When sometimes you don’t even know who you are, but it’s okay. A cliche phase for everyone is that we never know and we’re so unsure. But it is okay.

It’s fine that you cry when your not “suppose to” and it’s fine when you don’t cry when you’re “expected to”. You struggle with thoughts and unhappy mindsets and it may seem like you have nothing. But there is nothing. Nothing in this world to make you perfect. Because perfect is unreal.

How are things for you? I hope everything is well, and I hope that you did the things you wanted to do. See the bands you wanted to see, watch the movies you planned to watch, read the books you meant to finish.

I told you that you would finish that assignment, and you see that everything is fine now. You worry too much, you’re not yourself when you’re too much. 

It’s nice to talk to you from here. It’s quiet when it’s for us. When writing is the most we can do to silence our actions and focus on one.

I love you

 

H

-Dear Me,-

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #1

30 Days of Poetry: Day #1

Hello! This is the first day starting my 30 Days of Poetry Challenge. In advance- may mess up with some consistency in these first 3 days. I have a lot on my plate and I forgot to plan my days correctly. But I hope you enjoy this! Maybe I’ll even make a playlist of songs I listened to when I made these poems. This is going to be interesting…lets see how it goes! 🙂

H

 Day #1: Write a poem about hellos.

 

7:00 am

A welcoming smile is brighter than the sun

But the sun brings me a blanket over the night

And when the night greets my eyes

I am hugged to sleep

Headless and Heavy, everyone might be sleeping in

But I make the time to say hello to my consciousness.

 

12:00 pm

People awkwardly make eye contact because it is the normal thing to do

When you see someone in the hallway they find you too

And the sincere wave and smile

Never goes further than that, unless there is more

What was their name again?

 

4:00 pm

After the crowd of introductions and papers

Speakers whom you forget their name….

I embrace your still stature, and together we walk to our respective.

This the welcome that never gets old.

I know your name and I know their names

How great is it to see you again

 

11:00 pm

Headless and heavy, I see the overcast of sleep

And It asks me to be their friend while I can barely hold myself up

My eyes crisscross feet and focus on focusing

Good times roll, and punching media and essays of what comes next

Hands on the side and jeans off

I take it slowly and lay still.

 

H

 

 

 

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the gentle fall of

leaves begins and starts the

new November days

 

I think of all warmth

but get refreshed with cold

cold October days

 

Here’s the last one day

to give us the day one

of another year

 

Slightly different

and the numbers only change

what was once, was there

 

H

 

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feed

 

lowest of my lowest

downgrading to the sand

of all the slowest

with a raised arm span

 

wallowing at the edge

careful of intuitions best

so I try to eat the wedge

that clips off my breast

 

blossom and bloom to strain

I take in myself and spew out kaleidoscope

And I show you no feign

But no more can I scope

 

No color of my name

 

H

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A New 30 Days

I am thinking of starting a new challenge this upcoming month. However, it won’t be a daily song challenge, but a POETRY challenge. I wanted to start this so I can practice writing every day. I technically write every day in my English classes, but I feel that it doesn’t fulfill my creative outlet. I saw this specific challenge on this blog. It wasn’t in a text form so I went through the days and wrote down the challenge and created this picture 🙂

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I am not sure if I want to start it during the last week of October or in the beginning of November (probably November). But you’ll know once I start posting from the first day. I will try my best to keep consistency! My passion is to write which is one of the reasons why I started this blog to post about my life, my poetry, and about music. I feel this project will help maintain creative flow. We all feel tired and stressed and sometimes we forget to do something for ourselves.

P.S

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H

Pomegranate

For you, you seem alone, and I’ve known many like you

I’ve lived with many like you.

And I feel like you

Till I am not like you

Or me

 

And asked a question of how to see you.

The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain

And as you drain

and drain

 

The stains of mental drain is a blood bath

It cleans and gleams on the reflection of my iris

The expectations of the tenderness of skin and meat are so unlikely

It doesn’t tear but rather

breaks apart

 

They can’t bite the fact that this is what I am

The inedible definitions does not nurture their minds

Its dry and sticky and far from replenish

Swallow my teeth to see if it grows in thier head

And seasons bring the ripest one of all

 

Till again I am covered in my own blood.

 

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