if you write a boy a poem…
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Needy
10/25/23
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Since it's Poem in Your Pocket day I figure I'll show some personal poems I've made in creative writing class...
Haiku:
In this bright morning
The birds' chirps fill me with glee
Don't you hear them too?
Cherry blossoms bloom
Down they fall slowly for us
Bringing us great peace
Clerihew (best one):
People pass by and I say I'm fine
But really I think I broke my spine
I fell out of and am under this tree
Hey, does this yard even belong to me?
Palindrome:
You know that it's true
I have a fixation
Taiko's all that I do
When I'm on the Playstation
When I'm on the Playstation
Taiko's all that I do
I have a fixation
You know that it's true
Golden Shovel (also gonna show this one to my boyfriend):
I never guessed when I met you
It would influence all that I do
I don't believe all the ways you help
Cherish, love and care for me.
I know soon I'll have to leave your
Warm embrace, but I'll always love
You, and everything you do for me is
Everything to me, provides my heart's key.
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Ode to Gliese
To the one who resides
16 light years away from here
Let me ask you to travel
Through Speed
In Light
The Memories
You live in an absurd space
A place moving slower in time
You pace slower than me
And although I'm swifter
I wish I was slow, probably slower than you.
You're seeing something different, a different me in a different time
A girl with an intact life
A complete heart
And an unharmed body
A dream in the mind
O Gliese, I wish I could leave earth
Intergalactic travel
Speed light memories
A flash, a bang, an explosion
Journey through the limits of time.
Time is all we need
Time turns, bends, kills,mends
Time's pace determines my life
Times has been harsher here.
To GJ 1002
If you could read this, I hope you do
To you who sees the me 16 years ago
To you who sees me with an unfractured heart
To you who sees me riding the bike with my grandfather
I hope you see that I've never faltered
I was not always like this
I was whole once
I was a child once
An adult thrice and over
But 21 years of life has it's perks
And more and more
Gliese who resides 16 years
Away from me
I hope you understand
You understand that I was once too full of life like you
I too was full of life and more
But now I'm a dying star
I wish you'd grant me your vision
So I can see what life is again
I am sorry for the failures you're about to see
But Gliese
Oh what if
What if Gliese you see me happy again?
- Yasha (self penned)
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Poem 13 || 03/01/24
People look at you differently
When there's not a cigarette between your lips.
They will avoid your gaze as you pass,
If you have one in hand.
You can observe the world without interruption,
Though the smoke will obscure some things,
To both you and others.
They will know you don't care for yourself as they do,
They will know you carry yourself differently.
You will leave behind still-burning cigarette butts in the yards of the lives of people you used to know,
Some will burn out.
Some will catch the grass alight.
Either way, the cigarette butt will still remain,
As will you.
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Let Kitty Outside...
Outside is very warm and free
And even if it makes me angry
The black and white kitty likes to play
So let kitty outside
Despite the cold weather
Even when the clouds are gloomy with my own same despair
The friendly, soft, but ferocious wants to catch mice
So let Kitty outside
He also took four others with him, one black, one silver, and two gray
After a year, they're never seen again
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"It's over now,"
though not in my mind,
I still hear the sounds,
of my past and trauma combined,
i'm dying,
to be heard,
to be found,
not when i'm six feet under the ground.
@theaddictspoetry
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You wish you had
A time machine
So that you might
Go back to the past
And be more assertive
With the bully
And ask him/her why
She said such a thing and
Got them to stop,
Somehow …
But you can’t really
Do that because it’s
Not possible
And so you end up
Writing stories about
Such incidents instead
And sometimes it helps –
The writing – and
Sometimes it doesn’t.
But at least you try.
Some folks don’t give
A damn about your
Little stories, but,
Other people do.
Maybe your life is in
Total tatters and you
Have no clue
How to solve it.
But there’s something
Medicinal and important
Within literature that
Helps you resurrect
For the next day.
And it seems to work
Because, for now,
You keep waking up.
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in the depths of my despair I can see myself living there, as not a temporary state of being, as if all else has lost it’s meaning
and maybe I’d let you find me there If I was someone else, but I won’t let you see me suffer at your expense
— Maja
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"I think I knew I loved you when I realized it didn't hurt when you'd hang up the phone first--because at some point I knew you'd be calling again."
11:47 PM thoughts
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An apology + Trauma Dump
An apology + Trauma Dump
First off, I’d like to give a short apology for my absence on this platform. Really, all platforms. My graduation is occurring in a little over a month from now and my course loads have been more than usual. I’ve been on autopilot physically and emotionally in order not the have a complete mental break. I calculated how many hours I was working in total each week and it came out to 55 hours +…
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Mama
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secrets of farming (1863) - john w. large
"yeowch augh taking damage ough eurgh"
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i tend to lose beautiful things
in the flotsam and jetsam
in the hours of grief
in the moments of joy
in the seconds of sublime.
they disappear
washed out to a mystical sea
where alchemist's ether ebbs and flows
where beautiful memories are swept away
where lovely things fall
through the cracks
left behind by the tragedies
that plague us all
throughout life
unbidden
unwanted
but clasped anyway.
i tend to lose beautiful things
like that perfect seashell
that broke in our baggage,
i still feel it in my soul.
the beautiful things get lost
and are added to my pool of sorrow.
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“Darling, would you look at that?
The world’s okay again.
The Earth continues rolling on,
But not as bright as it was then.
Your energy is small and feeble,
Your worlds’ as small as a starving needle.
You’re not as bright as you once were
It takes more energy just to stir.
Once glossy eyes now glazed and matte
You wish you had your glad days back.
The darkest parts will soon be over
The fields are sprouting, so is the clover.
Darling, would you look at that?
You’ve survived the world again.
The world no longer is so dark,
But not as bright as it was then.”
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Poem 12 || 03/13/24
The birds will chirp regardless,
The wind will blow too.
The sun will rise and set,
And the rain will pour down.
Your world is yours,
But you can only do things for yourself
You have to avoid thinking
About what you can't change
Always thinking about what you can't change,
Never what you can.
You owe it to yourself,
Take a rest.
Breathe and take a step outside,
The grass will blow in the wind,
The birds will chirp,
Regardless.
And you'll realize you aren't
Really that alone.
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