p.

p.

 

Sometimes I stare at old pictures

not because of the memories but because

my mind likes to think and wonder

wonder where they are

did the mean to…

you know.

no, I never know

what to think in a situation of contact

So I resort to my photographs

My nice photographs

aligned by the edge

collaged in time.

But look at my photographs

Is there an admire, a thought that goes through your mind?

Do you ever wonder what happened after the pictures

and the last one there.

 

H

 

 

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30 Days of Poetry: Day #10

30 Days of Poetry: Day #10

Day 10: Write about the moon without using the words, bright, shine, dark, crator, and moon.

 

I always wonder how you still look glowing
Even though your skin is cracked and porous.
You give an aura at night, you still seem to beam.
I always wonder if you are ever alone,
do you have friends or want companionship.
I know it’s been 45 years since our last visit.
The closest I can get to you is by sea
I meet you at your ripe tide
As you pull me back and forth, back and forth.
I bet it is so quiet all the way up there
so I’ve made a song for you,
I’ll sing it to you through bubbles.
Your face is like a pie and I want to take a slice.
 I can see you smile crookedly on those fun nights,
And you carry me home on those long somber rides.

 

H

 

 

 

30 Days of Poetry: Day #9

30 Days of Poetry: Day #9

Day #9: write an honest poem about yourself, don’t hold anything back.

 

I relapse in my thoughts

And its a drug I can’t stop welcoming.

Don’t worry it’s not tangible, I can’t taste it, I can’t consume it.

Everyone has it. So I think it’s okay to feel this way.

 

I overthink and take too much time

To make a choice or to decide.

I tend to get mad, and days like this I stop everything.

People don’t know me to be crippled in cold,

but that means you don’t know me

 

I always get tired. I get tired of trying to be something.

I don’t care for crowds and loud people talking at the same time.

I prefer to be alone, or with one great person.

I feel that I can show you myself more

Otherwise, I won’t say much.

 

I force words out of my mouth and It feels like I’m throwing up acid

Becuase nothing sticks, it just burns a hole through an ear.

I can’t speak loud anyway and when I do

It’s always something wrong.

 

Then I stare at people

And I wish I could be you, him, her.

I wish I could feel pretty all the time and not let my jealous rage

make me angry for no reason.

I start to think I hate people.

 

I don’t realize this about me

I think I’ve earned to feel emotion and sadness from time to time

But all the time- that’s the issue.

It’s not good to drown others with me while I’m at it.

 

This isn’t an intervention, and I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself.

I don’t hate myself and I do find my company great.

I have grown to love my self, and I am learning to just

let it go.

 

I find myself cute and pretty. I find myself sexy.

I believe to be different.

I like the things I like, and I like how I give my heart and love and patience to many

I worry that I’ll get hurt. But I’ve been hurt many times before, not by a love

but from all.

 

But I always seem to still be here.

I’m here and so is everyone else.

I’m still working on myself and I haven’t figured out what is wrong sometimes.

 

I just know that there are so much more beautiful things to cry about.

 

H

 

 

 

Hate

12:02 PM

I hate thinking because then you start to fucking hate everything

1:51

It sucks pushing away feelings your whole life

1:53

Feelings of anything because you had to grow up fast while others had a better time

 

I had to grow up fast

You don’t understand

 

H