#bnc627 poetry

[butnobodycame627]

L’eau

Je me sens transparent dans ce prison de verre

Dans la verre, il y a trop d’eau et cela coule

Quand les larmes coulent, l’inondation commence

Je me sens comme je noyade, même si tout le monde d’autre sait nager

Moi, tout seule, je suis une goutte d’eau

Perdu dans tout les autres

Une goutte d’eau qui ne sait pas respirer

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[butnobodycame627]

My mind is flooded by thoughts of nothingness

Things that don't really matter, causing all of this distress

As I sit and breathe, trying to calm myself down

You sit next to me, noticing my lonely frown

"You are not alone," you mention

"I've been overwhelmed before, I've dealt with depression,

I have had anxiety, I have been afraid"

I hold your hand in mine, thinking of the trouble I have made

But before I can apologize, you say

"You are not a burden, yesterday, tomorrow, or today

You are not a problem that has to be solved"

And I feel less alone, though not everything's resolved

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[butnobodycame627]

Some poems. Posting these together because they're short.

Moonlight and Raindrops

In the moonlight, there is rainfall

It drips off the roof, reflecting the stars in its puddles

The sound of rain is like a song

A song that only those awake can hear

In the darkness, I won't fear because the sound of rain calms me

a Forest in Fall

The warm colours surround what used to be green

As I sit beneath a large tree

With a cup of my favourite drink and a novel

Maybe a pen and paper to write stories

And my mind wanders

As the woodland creatures dance

And the birds sing on this lovely morning

A leaf falls on my page

Loved Ones

As I cuddle with someone I care about

And tell them how I feel

They calmly tell me that it's all alright

They somehow help fix problems I never knew I had or did not know how to fix alone

I'd love to spend all day with them

And tell them how much they mean to me

They make me feel less alone

When it feels like the whole world hates talking to me

a Photograph in the Wind

The image fell from their pocket,

Out into the wind

A memory that would last longer as an image,

Now gone due to a simple breeze

How can something someone cares about be ripped from them so easily?

Perhaps it can be returned by an act of kindness

But not everyone is that lucky

Some must seek their photographs themselves

How unfair people can be

Dreams of Flowers and Cafés

Taking sip of the warm drink,

They lazily glanced at the vase before them

Flowers were placed in it

Some red, some orange, some yellow, some pink...

They hummed a song to themself,

Taking another sip

And the smell of coffee and flowers filled the air

Fairies at Night

The lanterns lit the path home

Their homes. Their little houses in the forest, decorated in flowers

Their little bedrooms with clean wooden floors and neatly made beds

Their houses smell of cinnamon and there's no noise to disturb them

Sleeping through the night, curled up in bed,

The fairies have sweet, peaceful dreams

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[butnobodycame627]

A Dream

That fuzzy feeling where you feel as if you were floating

And everything you see feels like a distant memory

When you wake up, it's foggy, like a cloud of smoke in your brain

And you could tell it was as real as the monster under your bed

But as you rest, it feels like any other day

Any other moment you have ever lived

You go on an adventure in your sleep,

A journey through your mind,

An entire story, forming a movie that you could only watch one night

And when you wake up, you forget bits and pieces of it

Or sometimes you forget the whole thing

This movie that you watched, whether you liked it or not, is hard to put into words

And it may seem silly looking back on it, but in that moment, as you slept,

It felt real.

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[butnobodycame627]

It's the little things that make a good day.

I brushed my teeth and showered,

I played a fun game,

I saw the clouds in the sky.

These things bring me joy,

Forget about the rest.

I'm focusing on little things

Because that's what I have.

#bnc627 poetry #bnc627 writing #poem #poetry #this is just for me mostly but if it helps you feel better that's good

[butnobodycame627]

The screen flickers

The room gets cold

Everything slowly goes dark

Sounds of static

Followed by echoing laughter

Never a good sign, but nowhere to go but forward

The room feels as though it is crumbling

Pressure only now piling up

The tension is almost too much to handle

As the doors all seem to get stuck

There's one thing in his pocket

A portable flame to help him see

The room is bathed in red

And echoes of his past surround him

He walks onward, ignoring all his instincts

There is a sillouhette in a knocked-down door

It turns to face the frightened man

Red pouring from its neck and green beaming from its eyes

It might be game over,

It may just be the beginning

Hard to tell

But what he can see clear as day is that this is dark

And this is silence

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[butnobodycame627]

If your words can paint a picture

If a drawing can explain things

Can someone explain to me

What it is I want to be?

Do I want to work hard to be the best I can be

Or would I rather just sit down and eat?

Is there time to do both? Can I make this happen?

Someone paint a picture for me

Because my words may paint pictures,

And pictures may explain things,

But I can't explain something I don't know

So if someone else made a painting

That explained what I wanted

Maybe I would understand what these things mean to me

#bnc627 writing #bnc627 poetry #poetry #poem #i'm just so indecisive can someone tell me the best decisions #also i'm exhausted all the time so like #will i ever get around to doing hard work again? #idk i'm trying my best #i don't even know what makes me happy anymore #i've been feeling really crappy lately #=/

[butnobodycame627]

Looking over the hills as the animals run freely,

a smile reached her lips and she stirred her tea.

The buzzing of the bees filled the air,

but all she could hear were her own thoughts.

Dreaming while awake is a distracting thing,

but far less distracting than dreaming while asleep.

As she took a sip of the hot drink,

her mind only wandered more.

All she had to do was think,

and she wanted to do so forevermore.

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[butnobodycame627]

I dream of flowers, sunrises and trees

I see blue skies, books and bees

The stars shine bright

But we only see them at night

Well, I hope I can see one soon

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[butnobodycame627]

The Sky

I try to touch it, but it is out of my reach

It taunts me with how far away it is

It likes to change, knowing that I will not

That my goals stay the same, that I am too stubborn

The sky is full of clouds, full of water that rains down, full of reflections

Reflections of the sky

The sky pulls you into its colours; its blue, yellow, white or red

The clouds take the shape of your memories

The clouds make me think of my past

The zephyr that flows, it blows me in too deep

And with a “whoosh” it is off I go

To its storm, its snow, its blinding lights and winds

Its colours, shapes, memories and past

The sky is an abyss that is always looking back at you

The sky is what you do not touch, but feel

But if you touch it, you might see how it feels

#I never posted this? #I wrote it at a writing camp #bnc627 poetry #uh yeah do people here like poetry? Dunno #poetry #bnc627 writing