Hi folks!
I wanted to share what I'd like to call the first finished draft of a couple of poems. Just a quick warning, it's a bit angsty, and English is not my native language but bear with me.
Thanks for reading!
----
good for me
this effort to put you down is really paying off
especially when i see your new instagram post
your striking dark beauty
suddenly that horrible inner voice
screams and howls
with resentment
jealousy
i wish it was me who took that photo
wish it was me on that trip with you
wish it was me who was getting to deal with what life has yet to bring
immortally beloved on my side
good for me shit's really working
----
i just don't let go of things
if we could use my never subsiding resentment as
a source of
energy
we'd have perpetual power
resentment to rule them all
no volcano can destroy that shit
----
Why It's Hard to Listen to Music
true love waits
say radiohead
as i rush over rain-soaked highways in this bus
leaving places we travelled to and from
together
don't leave
continue radiohead
the rhythm of my painful breathing mirrored quite perfectly
and these tricksy, unexpected
uncontrollable tears
gaining volume and perseverance
triggered more often now than not
with all these emotional landscapes surrounding me, i guess
the mountain of emptiness in my chest was bound to start resonating eventually
just don't leave
it's been years and I'm on a bus
and not every road trip should be a breakup recap
and anyways
i'm not the one who decided to leave
----
as i'm still coming to terms with you telling me how
my personality traits manifest
in such ways that i
get on your nerves
which is why you've decided we cannot be friends,
i'm struggling to hold on to
all those moments
meaningful
and special
which confused me into thinking i was actually making a friend here and i was not
as intolerable
as i made myself believe
----
took me years to stop stalking you
no more quick glances on facebook or
instagram
it feels like a fucking achievement
being able to say no
when I decide to yet again trample over my own fragile state of mind
such a fucking accomplishment
aren't I a fucking
winner
----
when you're falling for someone
it's just
so wonderful
you are your own best version
and every little thing about them is perfect
a somewhat crooked tooth and the beautiful smile it helps create
dirt under the fingernail and pictures of house plants
shyness and awkwardness which make your heart ache
and you long for just a simple touch of hands
you feel
thankful to the universe
for letting you board this bus
even though it proceeds to crash into a wall
at least the ride is unforgettable
and you don't die from injuries
----
Charge Your Batteries Before Meeting the Couple
while i struggle to find a resting point for my strained eyes
(your beauty is the world's blackest black it absorbs all wavelengths
it's like an inverted sun
giant double star system with a tremendous gravity well)
i drink my soda nervously
you smile at eachother
that is love
if the two of you weren't so fucking beautiful
i'd get the fuck out of this place
----
You Can Sit While You Wait
this bench is unremarkable
covered in dust
mud on the ground
bugs crackling and crawling in the leaves
worn out wood
soaked
with my eye fluids
while i
hopefully
waited
for you to
possibly
pass by
----
Golden Boy
are you well
are you happy
do you think i miss you (at all)
do you think it stings me (at all)
our adventure
our conjoining
deciding silence's the way
(did I do that?)
are you still on good terms with your god
are there still no cracks in the golden arches
I wanted to share what I'd like to call the first finished draft of a couple of poems. Just a quick warning, it's a bit angsty, and English is not my native language but bear with me.
Thanks for reading!
----
good for me
this effort to put you down is really paying off
especially when i see your new instagram post
your striking dark beauty
suddenly that horrible inner voice
screams and howls
with resentment
jealousy
i wish it was me who took that photo
wish it was me on that trip with you
wish it was me who was getting to deal with what life has yet to bring
immortally beloved on my side
good for me shit's really working
----
i just don't let go of things
if we could use my never subsiding resentment as
a source of
energy
we'd have perpetual power
resentment to rule them all
no volcano can destroy that shit
----
Why It's Hard to Listen to Music
true love waits
say radiohead
as i rush over rain-soaked highways in this bus
leaving places we travelled to and from
together
don't leave
continue radiohead
the rhythm of my painful breathing mirrored quite perfectly
and these tricksy, unexpected
uncontrollable tears
gaining volume and perseverance
triggered more often now than not
with all these emotional landscapes surrounding me, i guess
the mountain of emptiness in my chest was bound to start resonating eventually
just don't leave
it's been years and I'm on a bus
and not every road trip should be a breakup recap
and anyways
i'm not the one who decided to leave
----
as i'm still coming to terms with you telling me how
my personality traits manifest
in such ways that i
get on your nerves
which is why you've decided we cannot be friends,
i'm struggling to hold on to
all those moments
meaningful
and special
which confused me into thinking i was actually making a friend here and i was not
as intolerable
as i made myself believe
----
took me years to stop stalking you
no more quick glances on facebook or
it feels like a fucking achievement
being able to say no
when I decide to yet again trample over my own fragile state of mind
such a fucking accomplishment
aren't I a fucking
winner
----
when you're falling for someone
it's just
so wonderful
you are your own best version
and every little thing about them is perfect
a somewhat crooked tooth and the beautiful smile it helps create
dirt under the fingernail and pictures of house plants
shyness and awkwardness which make your heart ache
and you long for just a simple touch of hands
you feel
thankful to the universe
for letting you board this bus
even though it proceeds to crash into a wall
at least the ride is unforgettable
and you don't die from injuries
----
Charge Your Batteries Before Meeting the Couple
while i struggle to find a resting point for my strained eyes
(your beauty is the world's blackest black it absorbs all wavelengths
it's like an inverted sun
giant double star system with a tremendous gravity well)
i drink my soda nervously
you smile at eachother
that is love
if the two of you weren't so fucking beautiful
i'd get the fuck out of this place
----
You Can Sit While You Wait
this bench is unremarkable
covered in dust
mud on the ground
bugs crackling and crawling in the leaves
worn out wood
soaked
with my eye fluids
while i
hopefully
waited
for you to
possibly
pass by
----
Golden Boy
are you well
are you happy
do you think i miss you (at all)
do you think it stings me (at all)
our adventure
our conjoining
deciding silence's the way
(did I do that?)
are you still on good terms with your god
are there still no cracks in the golden arches