Every breath,

A stab.

The sacrifice of feeling alive,

As my legs collapse beneath me.

But,

Life stirs deep inside.

I rise,

I breathe,

I run.

The stars do not reach my eyes,

As the clouds roam the skies.

Their light,

Hidden away.

Though I do not see them,

My dreams are among them,

Floating through their lights;

As my eyes close:

A yawn,

Asleep.

Growing up,

Moving out.

Like cookies and cream.

I keep on breathing,

My heart keeps beating.

Like salt and pepper.

Fall in love,

Do nothing.

Like olives and a puddle.

Wait, what?

Hey everyone, so this is my poetry blog!

I post at least one poem every day, that’s either about the day or what I am kinda feeling while writing the poem. I’ll also happily take suggestions on stuff to write poetry about since I love doing it. I’ve only just started a couple of weeks ago, but have found it a great way to express myself, and what I am feeling 🙂

So far I’ve posted 31 poems, mostly free verse.

Hope you can occasionally check in, and enjoy!

She Used to Be Mine is a song from “Waitress”, and is a song where the protagonist reflects on the stark disconnect between who she is, and who she used to be. This poem was inspired by the song.

The woman with the dirty apron,

Dirtied over the loveless years.

The girl from the past,

Now an estranged memory.

Life simply entered in,

Without notice,

Without consent.

It serves as the violent catalyst to the metamorphism.

But now,

The woman reaches out her arm,

As she reaches for life its own throat.

It punches,

She bleeds,

But her voice carves life itself.

Her lonesome lamentation for the girl that was her.

Her deepest emotion.

All poured into:

A beautiful bittersweet pie,

With a preparation time of years.

And a unique ingredient list.

It all started with a kiss,

And ends,

In a crescendo of self.

Your fur the colour of the darkest night,

Such a mysteriously wonderful being.

Your tiny head looks at me,

As your eyes slowly close,

As you drift away into a dream.

My own purring heater,

As we enjoy the shared warmth.

The warmth of your affection matches mine,

as my hand gently brushes over your head.

Now I am in a dream,

And you are a memory.

You’re small,

But your heart is greater than the sun.

The life,

The love,

That it brings,

That it shares.

Your smile,

Would dry the saddest tears.

It outshines the stars,

And warms the coldest heart.

Your eyes,

A reflection of what’s inside.

A mischievous girl,

That carries so much in herself.

And when she speaks,

Releases it all.

A blessing to be with,

And my friend.

 

I’ll probably make this a series where I do poems for friends and then give each a number so it is easier to find each poem.

Thou art as much a fool,

As a man whom carpets his kitchen.

Thou art as filled with filth,

As a brother that marries his mother.

Thou art so despicable,

As a rodent that carries the plague.

Thou art so unworthy,

Only a lonesome star shines for you.

Thou art so lacking of wit,

As a monkey that flings their feces.

Though if given the choice,

Whether to interact with you,

Thou dost not compare with the monkey its greatness.

I do not wish for a fancy restaurant,

Or to show off my affection.

I do not wish for the beach with the mightiest waves,

Or the most beautiful sunset.

I do not wish to see the best film,

Or to hear the funniest joke.

I wish to see your eyes,

As we lie under the night sky.

I wish for the stars to see us,

Our love outshining their brightest.

Our hearts finding peace,

Our souls finding each other.

In awe,

I take a deep breath.

The tiny lights,

So far away.

That they could inspire such a feeling.

My breath,

A cloud.

I see them,

Each one a different time.

Are they still there?

The highest honour,

As its weary light enters my eyes,

And finds peace in my soul.