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poetry every day. day 11

things i’ve been missing

i wish that i could dream about you forever

maybe it could become a reality

never say never

you’re the main thing that i’m missing

the way we get so close to kissing

all those unfinished conversations

how we’d get into complications

you’re the main thing i’ve been missing

those eyes that guided mine

taking your clothes off in my mind

you were my hyper coloured crush

i hate how you never rushed

i saw that as a sign

that you don’t want to be mine

so my honesty will only stay in a dream

because there you can never leave

you’re the main thing i’ve been missing

and i’ve been thinking

have you been missing me?

poetry every day. DAY 10

my god

my god has a hidden sunset in her smile

and when she sees you try hard and struggle

she makes it worth while

and my god is a bisexual

with one crooked eye

she dresses so casual

with big hips and white lies

she sleeps in the mountains

she cries to the moon

she’s sick of men doubting

they thinks she’s up to no good

my god oh my god

she never sleeps

her wallpaper pulled apart

as she hides in between the walls

i see her in the corner of my eyes when i cannot breathe

my god is pretty

and so much smarter than me

i prayed to her last night

as she appeared in my dream

she told me it’s alright

as she lifted my self eestem

i know that one day

she’ll no longer be real

but until then

my god my god

she helps me heal

// i don’t think i like this one it’s just a bit meh but idk. :))

poetry every day. day 9

you get what you give

he’s tempted by her sundress

lipstick and her hair a mess

he should really keep it in his pants

but he doesn’t know no better

i guess i got to teach him a lesson

i’m not playing games no i’m not messing

i guess i got to teach him a lesson

standing in a field

he leans in to cop a feel

i am not the one

i am holding the gun

he kisses me and overthinks

ain’t it funny how his ego shrinks

he never thought i’d be his first kiss

but you get what you give

you get what you give

you get what you give

i was his first kiss

and baby it meant nothing

his parents must not have taught him right

when a woman says no

it’s pretty clarified

my mother taught me better than this

i won’t put up my bloody fists

i will teach him a lesson

with words and progression

confusion delusion

and my pretty little threats

ANd i’m not saying your name

cause i won’t play that game

but boy you got played

and if you ever make

the same mistakes

i’m make sure to make you regret

i’ll make your palms sweat

your parents should’ve raised you better than that

poetry every day. day 8

This is June

a collaboration of all generations

we came together to suffer

i spent my days awake in my bedroom

calling and crying to my mother

we all prayed to god

but we said the wrong name

i prayed that nothing will be the same as early days

we scream loud to the rich deaf choir

as they sleep soundly in the quiet

i sometimes wish i wasn’t so blind

for i am holding back my power in my vulnerable times

this love isn’t defiant

but true love ends in violence

but this is life

this is june

this is fine

this is youth.

poetry every day. day 7

DONALD TRUMP TRIED TO STEAL A BABY

WE LET HIM TAKE IT BECAUSE OF MEMES

// i’ve got such a bad headache.

POETRY every DAY. Day 6

friend.

she waited for me for hours

sat in a field pulling apart the flowers

and im sure you could look at that as a metaphor

but nothing is that serious when it’s about her

we talked about her boyfriend and how she liked girls

we talked about how i feel disconnected from the world

we laughed till our jaws were in pain

but i knew then life wouldn’t be the same

and we smoked till our lungs turned sour

we didn’t realise the time

we had been there for hours

talking about life

and how we wanted to leave

it felt weird as my heart was on my sleeve

and i finally felt like i could breathe.

we said our goodbyes

and now i’m home

and for the first time i don’t feel so alone

// went outside for the first time for days to sit in a field with a friend (social distanced obvs) and we spoke for hours about almost everything. dark deep stuff but in a positive light. i feel so normal now.

poetry every day. day 5

dad.

how can a father hide so much shame.

as he distanced himself from his soon to be child

he didn’t think about my future pain.

as he calls his sons mother seven years later

to scream and complain

that his soon “to be solider” enjoyed taking part in ballet

as of now i’m living my teens

people say i’ve got his face.

i just count myself lucky

that i don’t have his brain,

as he calls me monthly to talk about his busy day.

how can a father show so much shame

even though he lives so far away

he didn’t think twice whether i was the one to feel so guilty

all the things he could have taught me

the only lesson given

is a demonstration

on how a father

shouldn’t

be.

//yeah happy father’s day :/ i don’t know if its okay to be this open and vulnerable on tumblr tbh i’m still kinda new to all this but yaaa. masculinity is overrated. i’m taking all the issues revolving around my dad and turning them into lessons and as a guide on what a man should and mostly shouldn’t be.

poetry every day. day 4

untitled.

there was a war so many years ago

we all came together

the young and the old

how havent you heard ?

it’s the saddest story told

but is it true? it can’t be true?

listen to what they’re telling you!

the streets were covered in broken historical statues

because we all decided this big city needs new rules.

all our mothers cry

because it seems we’re never to young to die.

we’re never to young to die.

whoever said that life is a privilege

must have been white.

i’m ashamed.

i’m afraid.

hoping the right kind of people make it to the other side

we are strong enough to survive

i want the next chapter

i want everybody to have rights

i want everybody to shine a better light.

but we are never to young to die.

// it’s difficult to put all the sympathy in words. i feel ashamed. i feel angry.

poetry a day... day 3

If The Problems Move On

growing up an over thinker

this is something i most fear

if the problems move on

will i disappear?

// short one but i wrote this in my journal back in april and it’s stuck with me. i am the problem. all i am is problems- everyone is full of problems. it’s human nature. i wish i knew that back in april though. :)

MELODRAMA FOREVER

(this took me so longgggg)

i felt this in my BONES.

just gotta cope w it

poetry a day. day 2

A Conversation With My Ceiling

i sat on my bedroom floor today- talking to the ceiling.

i told him all my secrets and all the feelings i wish i weren’t feeling.

he stared seductively, not saying what i wanted to hear,

it’s almost as if he was making fun of me because he knows it’s the silent types i fear.

i held onto the carpet as i insulted him for not saying a thing

but then all my feelings were changing as my knuckles were beginning to sting.

i know now that the ceiling wasn’t talking but listening without acknowledging

i know now he wanted my anger to released

because he’s tired of feeling nothing

i know now why he wasn’t talking.

it’s because he was absorbing.

//AHH i made that up on the spot in 5 minutes but i like it. today i was home alone and a mess so i sat and started talking to the ceiling and i said “i wish someone could just take away these feelings ... ceiling you can have them because i know you feel nothing” and thus a poem was born.

poetry a day. day 1

i missed you

i thought i wouldn’t bare the sight of you

all of the misplaced words and petty little wars

to be honest i thought i hated you

and although it’s still a fresh wound

i can put a plaster on it

cause i am not afraid to admit

i missed you

i missed you a little bit

let’s not start from the beginning

let’s start right now

i ignore your grinning

how are you doing

are you doing okay

let’s go through the small talk

we can talk about our day

take a walk into the rain

oh how i missed you although never even left my brain

//i’m completely new to tumblr and i’m super god damn bored so BAM poetry

it’s about a boy i argued with really badly about two months ago and i hated his guts and tbh low-key still do. somehow with these feelings of anger and pure hatred - i can’t keep him off my mind. i miss him but i hate him.