Short Poetry - Blog Posts

Maar

Ze zei nee.

Ze geloofde niet in magie

Zei ze

Dat zo'n dingen enkel in

Sprookjes

Gebeuren.

We maakten

Zonder haar

Geen schijn van kans

Ten ondergaan

Klinkt zo heroïsch

Dit was inderdaad geen

Sprookje

In sprookjes

Wordt er niet

Verloren.

Haar achterhoofd zat te vol

Het achtervolgde haar

Het kwam altijd te laat

Achteraanhuppelend

Een kleine vertraging op het

Instinctief gedrag

Ze was niet dom

Hield niet van risico's

Die milliseconde vertraging

Was haar te veel

Ze zag het niet

Voorrang van rechts

En nu is haar achterhoofd weg

Ik wil mijn besmette bloed leegbloeden

Mijn depressieve tranen uitwenen

Mijn slechte conditie wegzweten

Mijn onzuivere gedachten uitroepen

Tot ik

Niet vanbinnen stik

Maar

Vanbuiten verdrink

The Sun

AAAAAAAA I LOVED THIS DRAWING AAAAAAAA

If you can reblog, I’d be really grateful 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Kenyan, my beloved, slaying again. It’s a bit confusing cuz I didn’t want to draw the details, but in the left are Martra’s citizens.

Maivtre is their goddess and queen, and despite Kenyan’s actions, they still believe in Maivtre and Odabrani. She is that magnetic force, pulling they all around her orbit and shining more than everyone. That’s just who she is: a star, The Sun.

But what happens to those who want to be close of her?

And when the Moon covers her shine?

Ghosting

I ghost people a lot. It’s too tiring to answer everyone and deal with people and do things for them. But I'd like to have someone who's there for me, you know? But it’s not fair to do that to someone. Nobody deserves to be treated like that.

So I keep my distance, for their well-being and mine as well. At least, this is the excuse I use in my head.

And I forgot to draw my glasses 🤓

Irish Spring

a raspy laugh, sharp as cheap soap a mind's movie on a honey-smacked whorl

i came out of the womb, and immediately apologized for the pains i caused my mother in childbirth. it cost her something to bare me and raise me, and i think ill spend the rest of my life trying to make up for that. all i really am anymore is sorry

You don’t like the way your hair sits? Take mine, I will shear it off without a second thought.

Take my eyes so you may see through them just how beautiful you are.

Take my lungs, that you should never gasp for air.

You’re not comfortable in your skin? Take mine, I will strip it from my body just to see you smile.

My heart is already yours, it has been beating to the sound of your name ever since I first heard it uttered. Take it, it is more yours than it ever was mine.

Take my muscles. May they make you strong enough to never need another.

I will give and give of myself until I am nothing but a meager pile of brittle and broken bones.

Take them. May they be of more use to you than I ever could have been.

i will forgive you, but i can never forget. This alone is my deepest secret and my darkest flaw.

errant leaf skipping

ahead on the gravel path

awaiting uplift

Golden leaf

Chill slain

Wings murmur

Sent to stone

Shorn

Last sigh

In an arbour

Of bone

the child is homeless

searching for life,

on land that is loamless

and cuts like a knife.

a boy with no friends

living skin and bone

has to make amends;

society’s steppingstone.

The tears trickle down my cheek

And slither down my neck,

Pooling in the crevice of my collarbone

Until they begin the overflow.

~ceramic-feelings

the world, so shallow for some and for remains, a beautiful home.

~august/fictionflaws

Words: As more of mine spill, the less I wanna hear. My thoughts reeking with stupidity. Oozing judgements, too much fear.

Silence: As it draws inevitably near, so does internal unrest. A chaotic warzone filled with "What if's?". No time for peace, no room for serenity.

And when everyone's asleep, I lie awake thinking what went wrong. I do not weep, yet my mind plays a melancholic song. I drift away in hopes of dreams, yet they were here to stay with their agonizing screams.

But you reside in a different world, and we only connected through obscurity in time. Now I'll spend my days wishing we'll meet again sometime.

I've been here before. I've done this a lot of times and more. But I know they will never drop 'til I'm alone on my bedroom floor.

One day, these memories will creep out my eyes and leave traces as it touches my cheeks with cold hands.

I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.

Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.

Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.

Those were the kisses we had.

Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.

Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.

We loved with such difficulty,

We loved with tremendous struggle,

But it was always with great pleasure.

My thoughts of her rise to the top,

like fizzy bubbles in my soda pop.

I'll not waste good chapstick,

on bad kisses anymore.

My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.

Her science holds up.

The Sun doesn't concern herself,

with the other stars in the sky.

She is too busy lighting up the world.

She says, I love you

but what she really says is,

"tell me you love me."

My silence

does not sit well with her

Like Eve of Eden

she suddenly becomes aware

of her own nakedness,

fashioning clothes out of bedsheets

pulling them towards herself

with a hint of disdain.

I don't blame her,

her reaction is justified.

I have been in her place before.

Screams of the city,

after autumn rains,

fills my heart,

if only for a moment.

City lights,

so unique.

sidewalks,

mostly the same.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!