I look at him like I'm gonna eat him alive And he looks at me the same And it's terrifying But I like it anyway
17 With bad posture And silly smile He's only 5'5 But I don't mind because I don't plan on growing Any time Soon
I'm 13 And I don't know what I'm doing with my life But I like the way he looks at me With his eyes Like I might die That he might kill me And I come back to life I fly away From all my worries Because he killed me So I could feel alive
I feel like I'm losing something I never had In the quiet moments I look back You were whispering sweet nothings Into my ears Romantic comedies start to play Lost in the lullabies of our days That we never had But I'm glad Wait, no, mad You were too old for me anyway And happily I wish away Any chance we ever had Spanglish romantics And words I didn't quite understand I only knew when you held my hand I wish I could wish away That day When I saw your face Standing alone by glass Wishing the hours would pass Wishing I could walk away from that day Wishing I could say all I wanted to say Wishing those hours could pass Sitting alone by the glass Yeah, the Mexican boy I always had a taste for the exotic toys I must have been exotic for you too A little white girl With small shoes Standing in the background No sound My Van's poking out From my dad jeans I always wore Liking you was always such a chore And it hurts Because I knew I was such a bore Swaying in the background No sound I didn't know what to say So I just swayed But when we started talking I would always stay With you And maybe we'd sway Together I wished it was forever When I sang the song You always seemed to rhyme But it wasn't worth a dime We were only passing time I realize now you were never mine We just sang in time I knew we wouldn't put in the extra dime We just sang in rhyme All I can say now is goodbye
You gave me your sweater And it sits in my closet; Rotting It rots away like the decaying flesh Of our dead relationship I am not sure what to do with it And I said we would be perfect But now your sweater is in my closet I hope you come back for it Because everytime I look at it I want to cry
I am fighting reading the texts We both sent What a sentiment Where you used to text And I would read to reply back And I am fighting looking at the pictures We both took I can read them like a book But they are just burning away And I wish I could have stayed
In my mind I have a gun to my head Because I cannot stop thinking About what you said And it killed me like lead How it flowed through my brain Like the mercury that must be Coursing through my veins Suddenly I cannot think I cannot speak Cannot even make a peep
And when I said goodbye I would have rather just died But you knew that You always knew that So you turned your eye And said it is fine We can always be friends "Yeah. Haha. Friends built off of The ashes we spread Because we knew it was the end The end of us The end of we How could that be? How can I be me Without us being we? I guess that was what Bread the codependency," I replied I thought you took a piece of me Plucked it out Like the unwanted eyebrow hair you had So insecure So much you cried A fragment of my mind fried Lost in your wasteland In the sands of time I knew there was always a part of me That belonged to you Belonged to that smile And happy lies Blue eyes Like rain clouds Rain clouds to always fill my days Because I realized I did not Want to belong to you anymore
The bathroom light went out And now it is on fire Where I used to send you pictures Once filled with desire Now it is just a fire Burning away the memories we had Caramelizing me Like the onions I used to cook Hoping to cook for you one day One day running away To a cottage in the forest You never liked eating in front of people But that is okay We can eat in separate rooms But I do not think that is okay Should I walk away? I do not I stand there My hair burning My stomach churning As my beauty fades away I would have given anything To get you to believe How important you were to me
I am still there In that bathroom The walls have fallen down Burned to the ground Now ashes in a mound As the movie fades I still stay Stagnant in that moment That day I sent you that text That I am walking away
Snort She laughs and chuckles At the silliest things More at herself than anything To hide her insecurities
Snort She laughs and chuckles But others do not Find it amusing They find it irritating When she Snorts Laughs and chuckles People wish she would leave And come back as someone else That she may be erased And drawn new
I like her Snorts Laughs and chuckles When she is happy and glee Happily laughing Enjoying the scenery So I wish She could again Be the girl that Snorts Laughs and chuckles
I stare at the world
atop this old and dead tree
where is the color?
Patience has rewards
come spring the world will fill
with cherry blossoms.
The mondo is a Japanese style of poetry written in the form of a question followed by an answer. Originally, it used to be written as a collaboration of two poets, one presenting a thoughtful question and the other giving an enlightening answer in two different stanzas.
--Today , write a creative one- liner mondo on nature--
Komorebi and Wabi Sabi are two words that have their origin in the Japanese language. Komorebi refers to the light that filters through the trees, dappling the forest floor. It’s a poetic word that evokes imagery of a peaceful, natural scene and wabi-sabi refers to the beauty of imperfections and impermanence. Wabi-sabi brings to mind things like humble shrines and roughly made pottery.
--Today, write a short poem on nature using these two words.--
For today's challenge, put yourself in the shoes of an artist who has cut ties with his/her art because of some unknown reason. It can be a dancer who doesn't dance anymore or a musician who hasn't played any instrument for years. Imagine the emotions and life of such a person and write a creative piece about it.
--Today, write from the perspective of an artist who has abandoned art.--
An autobiography refers to the story of a person’s life as written by that person itself. To put it another way, it is a self-written account of one's life. You must have come across autobiographies of leaders and great personalities from history.
--Today, write an imaginary autobiography of a flower.--
"A Far Cry from Africa" is a poem by Derek Walcott that explores the history of a specific uprising or war in Kenya that went on for 8 long years in the 1950s. The title speaks for itself, if not for this poem maybe none of us would have known about the war.
--Today, write a poem with the title " A far cry " about the silent struggles that somehow need more attention.--
For instance, you can write about the history of discrimination against women or about mental health or anything else that comes to your mind.