I am thinking of starting a new challenge this upcoming month. However, it won’t be a daily song challenge, but a POETRY challenge. I wanted to start this so I can practice writing every day. I technically write every day in my English classes, but I feel that it doesn’t fulfill my creative outlet. I saw this specific challenge on this blog. It wasn’t in a text form so I went through the days and wrote down the challenge and created this picture 🙂
I am not sure if I want to start it during the last week of October or in the beginning of November (probably November). But you’ll know once I start posting from the first day. I will try my best to keep consistency! My passion is to write which is one of the reasons why I started this blog to post about my life, my poetry, and about music. I feel this project will help maintain creative flow. We all feel tired and stressed and sometimes we forget to do something for ourselves.
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For you, you seem alone, and I’ve known many like you
I’ve lived with many like you.
And I feel like you
Till I am not like you
And asked a question of how to see you.
The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain
And as you drain
The stains of mental drain is a blood bath
It cleans and gleams on the reflection of my iris
The expectations of the tenderness of skin and meat are so unlikely
It doesn’t tear but rather
They can’t bite the fact that this is what I am
The inedible definitions does not nurture their minds
Its dry and sticky and far from replenish
Swallow my teeth to see if it grows in thier head
And seasons bring the ripest one of all
Till again I am covered in my own blood.
Naranja is one of my favorite words to say
Naranja is bright and can rhyme with
It is a sweet one and is perfectly popular
Usual lunches counterpart with paper bags.
City Citrus is a movie roll at home
Everyone burned and tanned by Naranja
And me brown as dried dirt
Too bad for me, I could converse nothing else
Naranja never was in a full sentence.
I strive and strive
And after I fake my way
there is still a crack and shapes my mould.
I can only perceive the heat that burns
and ice never seems to clam me down
maybe lavender might do the trick.
And lather it over the bathe
but still the skin cracks
and fills in
Must be from the tears and continued
Special times are always
And too surreal that I want to bite my cheek off
or fall down the stairs
Just to wake myself from this dream.
And while we walk on the side walks
I can see you look at me
And the days are burning our skin.
The suns gets in my eyes
but I can still see yours brighter.
I hate thinking because then you start to fucking hate everything
It sucks pushing away feelings your whole life
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
whats in the foot
and suddenly stepped on the seed
the burr starts to grow and mold
Times in my mind
been thinking of weeds
You make me better, you make it easy
before the kisses
even the voice
or thought of you
is as juicy and sweet
i sing a song for you baby
Excitement of changing-
experiencing some new air
You have me so use me wisely, because most of the time I’m forgotten in the bottom
Bitter I may be and fresh, thumb my head till I shed even.
Zesting perfectly till you can taste me again.
I wish I could sleep
To the dews perspective lasts
And travels to end
Dreams of how wrong it is to dream
Over and under my head just keeps thoughts warm
Never deny what you don’t see
Because murmurs in your sleep don’t compare
In a state of unconsciousness is the peaceful reminder
Not only can you breathe
But I can too