untitled/unfinished

i watched the world rise

and fall through frosted glass; 

kaleidoscope lenses distorting 

my vision; i’m here to say

i love you/i hate you  

Another screenshot. I took the name of this poem from a song I really like right now. This started out as something for the poetry contest- I was going to combine the 'art' and 'love' themes, but I don't really feel like this fits it anymore. Eh, I'll enter this one if I can't write anything else.

Wow! You are all so good at writing poetry! I just love to read your poetry; it's so, so deep. Here's one of my poems. It's not super good, but it's one of my better ones. I hope you like it!

A Sprout

Tender and green,

A sprout pokes its head out

From the warm, moist dirt,

To see the world above.

The wind is harsh,

Threatening to blow it over,

And the sun is burning hot,

As if it wants to shrivel it up

Into nothingness,

And sometimes,

The sprout just wants to burrow back into the ground,

The safe, warm ground,

And go back to sleep,

But it knows that the world above

Is much more promising,

So it stays and perseveres,

And when the rain comes,

A light drizzling of refreshing wetness,

It knows it made the right decision. 

@Bluebird--oh my! Bloody love poems? I like it, though!

@Alexandria, I love that poem! I like how you basically see through the sprout's eyes.

I've written two poems, and I've just not had time to type them out. But here's the first one. Critique welcome!

i. she is a dark-blue

dove, perched

alone and quiet on a

park bench,

with her head held high

ii. she treads the crooked line,

the thin line, the space between

misery and joy

iii. the soft light of the sunrise

carries her as

she flies

on open wings

iv. her feathers are smooth, unruffled,

but sometimes they are beaded with

tears

v. she is like a sunflower, because she tries

to stand tall

but sometimes she gets

crushed

vi. but she always

gets up again

vii. and spreads her wings

vii. and flies

ix. into the

x. sunset

i. hearts shattered like

broken ceramic pieces strewn on the

ground and the blood pumping in your

veins is leaking through your fingers onto

the floor it's so

so hard to forgive people once you've been

hurt and your head is pounding like

someone took a hammer to

it and revenge is a response to

seething anger mangling your

soul

ii. maybe stop and just take a

moment to breath and

think

because everything has a

consequence and those blood-soaked

ceramic fragments could become someone

else's

iii. remember this

Glistening Wet

Your eyes

Are glistening wet.

That’s the only reason I believe you.

It’s your eyes,

That’s all,

Definitely not my heart or yours.

Just your eyes.

Which are glistening,

Glistening wet.

to someone i used to call friend

yeah, i'm angry

don't act like you care

there's so much hate in you like radon in your vocal chords like

decay in your throat

yellow-grey and watery and it spreads with every word you say

you're a bad liar

or maybe i've just spent enough time around you to know that nothing you say is true

i'm sick of remaining blank faced laughing when you

joke about my deep insecurities

(years of learning to love myself and you just keep untying those careful knots)

(stitch after stitch after stitch)

and if i'm your verbal punching bag just know that i won't be lifeless forever

yeah, i've never thrown a punch

and yeah, the words i think in my head rarely leave my mouth

but 'friend',

i'm done waking up and being told everything that's wrong with me today

you don't matter to me 

anymore

~~~

Author's note: learning to let go of people who aren't good for me. This is kinda a mess and unedited, but whatever...

I have no fear

When I'm with you

I have no tears

When I'm with you

I have no insecurities

When I'm with you

I'm not an obscurity

When I'm with you

You make me feel

More than I'm familiar with

But instead of running from the unknown

I'm diving right in

Because being known 

Is more important

Than being unnoticed.