it seems i’m slowly descending into the aesthetic. my title isn’t capitalized, these sentences aren’t capitalized, i’m not capitalizing the ‘i’s, and this is a post about poetry. i might as well try to be a basic instagram celeb.
yep, it’s true. i finally decided to slap myself in the face, decide that i really don’t care anymore, and decided to post some of my poems. this is gonna be SO fun…
by the way, i can’t stand myself not capitalizing the things i need to capitalize, so i’ll just do it for this post. do it for the a e s t h e t i c
as you may already know, i HATE sharing my poetry/writing. i hate it.
oh well.
*oh gosh the red grammarly thingys are driving me NUTS omw*
the clock,
that beast that marks me til my death,
ticks louder, louder still
as i lie and stare at the wall
my sister’s breaths
come in syncopations
and they are heavy
for she is far away.
A thousand whispers
Live within these walls
From when this old room
Echoed with fresh youth,
Boyhood, and energy.
But now it lies still
Stagnant and dusty
A relic of things past
Resigned to a dusty fate.
My mind ticks
tocks
ticks tocks
rings at every quarter-hour
chiming at me and chiding
“go to sleep now!
now you must sleep!”
warning of me of the night
but it is far too late
to listen to any reason
least of all my own.
One would come, one would go
One would smile, but then say no
The lies were thick, the drama wild
So I became a lonely child
But then you came, we talked for hours
and you were the best of all the flowers
^ i don’t like the ending to this one but i couldn’t think of a better rhyme so i’m just hoping in vain that you get that metaphor/reference from harry potter idk
“People who feel deeply are like the deep end of a pool; they’re harder to trust but once you do, there’s so much depth to explore.”
^ not a poem but good enough
in my head, it sounded like shakespeare.
on paper, it sounded childish.
–
on paper, it sounded nice
in my head, it sounded like overanalysis of silent sound.
^ idk what this is tbh
To her,
It wasn’t a bedroom;
It was a cave
To stuff her treasures
And climb the rocks
And view her riches.
To her,
It wasn’t a bed;
It was a mountain
To sit atop,
Curled up,
Surveying the land.
To her,
It wasn’t fur,
It was scales;
It wasn’t breath,
It was fire
Hotter than the sun.
To her,
She wasn’t a cat –
She was a dragon.
^ ah yes, my cat XD
“poetry, for me, is when i stop thinking about my life for a few minutes and just feel. just raw emotions and love; and it’s just me and my heart, staring at the fish tank, desperately trying to understand myself.”
^ wow, catharine, so original
the room is static
with my anticipation;
the fish tank bubbles
get louder and louder,
the music from below
grows tenser every beat;
my heart beats, beats, beats,
waiting as the seconds
stretch to hours,
then to years,
until you tell me.
^ guys honestly idk at this point, there’s no going back now
my mind’s pitch black
it’s dark in here
hello there,
will you let me out?
my poetry’s sappy,
my brain’s a mess
hello there,
will you let me go?
i know it needn’t
be all about you
hello there,
will you set me free?
but that’s the only thing
that’d come out of my pen
hello there,
you were the one who let me out
^ huh?
another long night,
staring at the fish
listening to the bugs
wondering about everything
–
just one more “i can’t sleep”
to add to the gallery
of rereading texts
and rethinking my past
–
just another excuse
to think about you
or count sheep
but i’m not sure which
^ this one might be my favorite
you told me to write;
but how? i said.
don’t worry, you said,
your pen will find its way.
you told me to write;
about what, i said.
about anything, you said,
it doesn’t matter.
you told me to write;
but i can’t, i said.
yes you can, you said,
there’s always something.
you told me to write;
i’m no good enough, i said.
yes you are, you said –
why? because i said.
^ s/o
we are all mist
all told that we matter
that our voices will be heard
that we will change the world
but our ideas
float away
they blow off
with the wind
just the mist again
the whispers
of a better future
that are never heard.
^ OK BUT IN MY DEFENCE it was 12:10 exactly (yes i wrote the time down) and i couldn’t sleep
their hazy world
all quiet
light diffusing gently
they live in their fish tank
noise is inconsequential
the hurt is blocked out
by five thick sheeets of glass
–
but one day
the glass will be shattered
and the hurt will reach them
and they will realize
after all those years
of hiding away
finally they’ll see
the part they missed
^ guys just being real, the last two poems were written within 10 minutes of each other and i was literally staring at my diffuser (rose fyi) and my fish tank i’m only half being serious
blunt
but the sharpest
most penetrating
–
aloof
but the most knowing
most present
–
vague
but always knowing
my right direction
^ vague, just like the meaning of this… you will never know, and seriously, future english majors, don’t even try to pick it apart
what you said
was not what i heard
what you thought
i thought i knew
when you laughed
i guessed why
–
but when i asked
if i was right
i still couldn’t get
what you meant
^ i’m not sure either
so (finally) that is the end of the poems in my little brown notebook with the coffees on it with the botched identification inside the cover + a good try at a drawing of a coffee
(and yes that’s an inside joke)
if you haven’t already left due to boredom, depression, second-hand embarrassment for me publishing these, or a shocking combination of all of the above, i advise that you leave.
this whole “a e s t h e t i c” thing isn’t lasting. just for the poetic post about poetry.
sorry.
baiiiiiiiiiii
Ahh, thanks for sharing your poetry, dear! Ha ha, the aesthetic. So true, but it fits. Ha ha, I loved the “she wasn’t a cat, she was a dragon”. It reminds me of a meme I made a long time ago of Luvems yawning that said “aspire higher? so I’m a dragon”. XD Writing poetry is fun, though! For me I can only write romance poetry and only when inspired. Oh well!
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Thanks! It’s been an internal struggle for a LONG time, but finally I actually wrote enough quality stuff to actually share. Haha, could you send that meme to me? I love memes, and luvems memes are even better 😊 Yeah, that’s part of the reason I wouldn’t share my poetry – a lot of it was too romantic 😛 but eventually I made myself sit down several nights a week and write a bunch of poetry, and it turned out to become this post lol
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It’s hard to share poetry, I think because it’s sometimes so close to your heart, you know? Anyway, ha ha, sure…it’s from like, two years ago. O.o
oh and you might like this one too. XD
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Hehe those are great 😂😘👍
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These are amazing! 😉
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Thanks so much!
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