if i can't get rid of this feeling i'll write about it, or "gravity"

maybe

it's like if you 

could stand

on jupiter or

the sun

and feel their

gravity or

if you swam

with a lead

necklace

i suppose that's 

why i slouch and 

find myself too

tired to

turn off the

lights

did you notice

the stars

leave my 

eyes?

i never feel

anything anymore

but between my

anesthesia

overdoses i feel

too much 

am i

losing contact? or

am i

crazy?

sometimes i feel

like space

junk

or a piece of a

thin ring

just there and

half-conscious at best

there's no sun

in my

corner of the 

universe

have you ever felt this

numb or this

alone?

all i want is 

for my

lungs to work

again and

to feel earth's

gravity

~~~~~ 

I felt like this poem was better with a lot of line breaks, sorry that it's so long. And also I'm sorry that's it's depressing. Probably going to regret posting this tomorrow :/

Blackbird, Raven, Crow

By Black Alley

Blackbird, Raven, Crow

Shrieking in the snow

Their howls mix with wind

Chilling me within

My tears turn to a stream

I just want to scream

Everywhere I go

Is a Blackbird, Raven, Crow

Running through the woods

Figures with dark hoods

Appear at every curve

I’m getting on their nerve

They chase me through the snow

With their Blackbird, Raven, Crow

Flying o'er their head

Wishing I were dead

They chase me to and fro

I don’t know where to go

Just not where they want

No matter how hard they taunt

They have taken many before

They will take many more

Why, no one can say

No victim sees another day

Blackbird, Raven, Crow

Chase me through the snow

Turn the blue sky black

There’s no turning back

They surround me like the air

I see them everywhere

I fall to forest floor

Wanting to run no more

I close my eyes and wait

Ready to meet my fate

I feel them on my skin

Knowing all my sin

Suddenly they go

And leave me in the snow

I slowly open my eyes

And shrill with dreadful surprise

At my body in the snow

I’m now a Blackbird, Raven, Crow.

I stare at you

All day, longing

To reach out a finger and

Touch

The tip of your nose, or

Stroke the curve of your lip.

It’s in

a gentle glow on your cheekbone,

starlight and

moonbeams

Rainstorms and 

thunderclouds,

as I look into your eyes.

Though I know it could

Give me 

away

I still catch myself

staring

cause I just can’t help myself,

in the burning sea of your eyes

as the waves crash over 

and

over

and

on 

but I’m here,

yearning with

a passion

If I could only

lean forward

breaking 

an inch,

of space

and time

and spooling sun then

a blast of bright white light 

on our faces

then my lips

on yours,

and a smile 

shared.

Beauty

is all of you,

the glimmer of the sweat on your brow

coming in 

your hair messy

killing me 

softly,

your arms and legs and chest

still skinny

but strong, and

undeniable

unforgettable,

you are.

It holds me in, 

ebbs and flows

a rose unfurls

fat pink petals beaming up at us

and a single thorn,

piercing you

that's my love 

just another opportunity to hold you

Laying gentle kisses

on the top of your head,

and across your eyelids

and your cheeks and then

your lips again.

That’s a dreamers world,

spiraled in with streams of cloud

and glistening fiber, 

the bonds that hold me close to you

So clear,

to

me,

but invisible

I think 

to

you

and though

you’re still too tired to see clearly

eyes bleary

eyelids closed

head turned,

loving you

is moonbeams and 

starlight

pooling

in a vial that you don’t know exists,

even if you do

if you share my thoughts you

keep them hidden beautifully 

and you only see the dribbles

of affection that I can’t control

keeping you safe

and warm,

dreaming of a dark midnight

freckled with stars.

I made a new friend today, they like games, just like me.

They come over after school every day now,

And we play together.

For hours.

People tell me that once you start a good game,

You won't be able to stop!

I haven't gotten much sleep lately,

But it's worth it, If I'm spending time with them.

I'm playing more and more games,

Every day is more fun then the last!

My parents are getting a little worried.

It's only a game, what's there to worry over?

But when have they ever played a game, right?

...

My other friends have stopped talking to me.

Why?

But I only need them anyway, the others don't matter. 

It's been a week since I met my new friend, 

I couldn't be happier!

We rush home to play a new game I got over the weekend.

I climb the stairs,

Enter my room,

And lock myself in

Alone

For the seventh day in a row

(Obviously I'm not basing this poem on anything in real life, I just wanted to write something a little abstract! Hope it's not too bad.)

So I haven't written any poems in a long time, but here's my attempt at one of those 'how to do x in y steps' poems. I'm not totally sure about it, since it's kind of weird and random and abstract, but I'm going to post it anyway. This is terrible, I'm really rusty at writing poetry

10 steps to making magic: 

i. take that empty notebook out from under your bed and think about its wasted potential. put it in your hoodie pocket

ii. in the woods, walk east until you find the reail of stars and glitter. if you can tell the difference between the two, follow the trail. spotting the real in a crowd of fakes is crucial

iii. climb the old maple tree and sit on the thrid branch from the top and wait until dark

iv. say hello to the man in the moon. he wants to feel loved too

v. dream constantly. you must believe, that is the key

vi. notice the sunset reflecting off the lake in ripples of pure gold

vii. tear out three pages from the notebook. write on them the name of that "friend" you never want to see again. bury one in the garden, near the raspberry plant, throw another in the lake, and put the last in your pocket; you'll need it

viii. always notice the stars

ix. throw the last paper in the fire. watch the flames curl around it and the embers float into the sky. 

x. if you're lucky, you'll see a few sparks on your fingers, or maybe a wisp of golden light. magic is now running through your veins 

Three AM

By Black Alley

The clock chimed

It was three a.m.

The hour was timed

I heard a loud bam

My window was closed

My eyes were covered

Away I posed

From the window and hovered

At the edge of my room

Wishing to see

What made that loud boom

What was hidden from me

But it was against the law

To look outside at this time

Only guesses can I draw

When three a.m. the clock chimes

I heard claws

I heard teeth

In a strong jaw

Behind the window sheath

Suddenly there was a scream

I shrank back and shook my head

Punishment is extreme

Looking outside leaves you dead

The clock dinged

It was three oh five

Another scream ringed

No longer alive

The time was slow

Tearing at me

I wanted to know

I wanted to see

What was out there?

The secret untold

I could not bear

I wanted to unfold!

I undid my blindfold

Preparing to look

Feeling bold

The rules I forsook

I opened the curtain

Excitement in my veins

I knew not for certain

If this would explain

I peeped out in awe

And went pale with dread

The last thing that I saw

Was my [blank blank ] head.