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.
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.
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…
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.
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?
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.
“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
Day 10: Write about the moon without using the words, bright, shine, dark, crator, and moon.
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.
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
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
Day #6: Write a Metaphor about your favorite season
Chill on every cloud puff
And warmth settles in by the pound
But eventually will shed off a new start
like the gentle fall of leaves that bed the concrete
Like apricots, oranges, apples, and plums
Have fallen off the hot basket of green
Day #5: Write a Eulogy
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
Day #4: Write a poem in the style of a dictionary entry
or Eurythmic [yoo-rith-mik, yuh-]
- Harmoniously overcoming your senses and In other words beyond description and feeling
- Through the pulses in your ears and the cage of your chest, displays a song of euphoria
- You try to describe your senses, it comes to terms that they are beyond comprehension
- Dances of waves move you on
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
Song playing: Tighten the Reins by Puzzle
Day #2: Write a poem/letter to your future self
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
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! 🙂
Day #1: Write a poem about hellos.
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.
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?
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
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.
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
and the numbers only change
what was once, was there
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
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 🙂
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.
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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
And asked a question of how to see you.
The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain
And as you 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
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.