My friend has been asking me to showcase her poetry for a while now, so here it goes. Hope you enjoy. Time is an illusion that rapidly disintegrates we are but micro specs on this combusting ball of fire. Where poverty reaps the land nonstop, it eludes us. Me, you, time are cross lovers of … Continue reading Random Thought
Broken was in the reflection Mirroring me in every shard I picked up Forcing me to look at her face again Forcing me to remember the pieces I tried to cut She was reflected in every way Diagonal, backwards, asymmetrical Nothing looked familiar I couldn't figure out how to make her whole Been so long … Continue reading Unreliable Me
Opinions are opinions. Do not argue to persuade when you asked for an HONEST opinion. How can you take offense when you asked a person to vocalize their thoughts? You owe them the respect to not challenge their ideals. End of discussion.
I wonder what your face looks like in person. I mean, I've seen it, but it's a whole other thing in person. It's social cues, real eye contact, stolen glances. All of the things that hit different when you're face to face, not facetime to paused. It's subtlties and mannerisms that a picture could never … Continue reading (Not So) Random Obsessive Thought
I honestly don’t know how to name this Sitting, staring at a painting on the wall, I noticed the beauty of it hanging there. How gracefully, slanted the words were written and I thought: they look beautiful. Plastic canvas cover reused to create a flower laid upon the top entwined and beaded with beauty. Yet, … Continue reading …
I’ve always wondered if that’s specifically what Rant implied. It doesn’t bother me or make me upset in any kind of way. My friends are an acquired taste and I’m glad to see that there are people that they genuinely like and are interested in (because oh dear God they’re difficult, 😅😬 but then again … Continue reading Does Rant Imply It Bothers Me
How in the hell do you even group poems together to make a series on here? Or would it be a portfolio...hmmm
You up? I know damn well I shouldn’t be And in those few seconds Where I’m deciding If I am or not I know you know all too well That I am Otherwise you would never ask You cast the line out Just to see if I nibble When you know I will So I … Continue reading Middle Of The Morning
I want to start a collection of poems. I guess it would be a series. Either way they would be similar to Satisfaction, a poem where I personified the word. I have a tendency to give feelings/emotions human attributes, and I figured it may be cool to create a series. Something I've never done before.