ezra-poetry

[ezra-poetry]

Honey, you are stardust.

I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, but more importantly, at him.

I see it when you are human.

You may run and run to escape it, craft faces to linger behind, but the shadows you coat yourself in betray you.

They show your humanness to the world.

You create with reckless abandon the way only humans can.

Your hands draw good into the world at a speed like no other.

Magic spills between our lips with every sentence.

How could something as Good as you be crafted by the same gods as the rest of us? They make their toys from ashes but honey, you and I are stardust.

#really truly #i hope he sees this and he actually might #anyway considering the way i write i must put a disclaimer: i love him PLATONICALLY #honey don’t worry my eyes are elsewhere #and honey i know you said not to call you that but you know i have to keep the bit going #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poem #lgbtq #poetry #not daily poetry anymore #writing #my writing #trans #art

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Adore me in public. Love me with your eyes the way you do when no one is looking.

I want to be able to reach out and touch the smile that has grown to match mine.

#my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poem #love poem #lgbtq #god i’m dying over this man (it is a new one btw)

[ezra-poetry]

Love Poem

I wished for a love made of knives — 

Sharp, and deadly. blood feels like pain, which sometimes feels like love, and always like attention.

To say I wish to kill you, but to kiss you first. 

But in the saddest moments, what did I wish? 

To set foot on a doorstep 

And sigh. overwhelmed with the knowledge. 

I have made it, I have traveled to the arms 

Which catch me as I fall 

and brush the rain from my face. 

I lean my forehead against the window, too heavy to cry.      

Someone kisses my shoulder and says, it is not work to care for you. And here are my hands to hold yours. And here is everything else. 

Tell me: does love always carry fear? Can they be divorced? 

If I let you care for me, perhaps I will forget how to do it myself. Perhaps I will have to admit I don’t really know how.

If you leave me, I will sit down and lean my head against a boulder. The moss will hold my fingertips and

they won’t be able to hurt me anymore. 

Flowers will kiss my hair, and after a century I might awake wiser and better and — 

Love, you whisper. It is midnight. And you are tired and very wise (which is why you are unhappy) and perhaps I should tell you that to love is to be vulnerable, which is never truly separate from fear. I can not promise never to hurt you.

But we are strong travelers, still walking side by side.

Fear tastes sweet in the hands of the gentle.  And when the air is like concrete and the walls freeze my bones and panic steals my tongue away from me — 

You will say my name, Ari, but I hear 

Love is a rescue. 

Ari, can you hear me? 

Love is a knife in a sheath. Love is a soul in search of another.

Ari, I’m right here. 

Love is a safety net with holes, a knowledge, an escape, a return. 

Ari, breathe with me. We will be okay.

Love is an attempt 

To look at another, and say —

You are beautiful, and frightening. Lovely, complex, and worthy, worthy, worthy

Like dust motes and constellations. There is no such thing as ordinary when I am with you. 

Ari? 

My hands tighten around yours, but you don’t let go. We will get up, later. Tomorrow, maybe, it will be my turn 

To smooth your hair and say 

Worthy. Wanted. Enough. 

We do not beg each other for love. We do not need to,

But the world is lighter with you.  At least, you’ve taught me how to hold my hands open, and that never leaves.

Love, in its purest form, is a reminder of the truth. 

@dailypoetryforyou

[ezra-poetry]

Every Tuesday:

His hand lands on my cheek and mine on his thigh.

We look into each other's eyes while his hand goes to my neck.

We laugh, we almost kiss.

My hand runs through his hair, and his through mine.

Every Wednesday:

He steals one french fry. Then two. Then five. I smile at him every time.

I write characters flirting, he says he’d melt at those words.

“Oh would you, my dear?”

I sit next to him and our thighs almost touch.

Every Thursday:

He waves as we pass each other.

We make eye contact from across a table.

Our hands brush as we walk together.

He talks to the other guy instead.

Every Friday:

We never pass each other.

I’m gone from the table, I have a meeting.

We never talk.

My eyes long for his.

Every Saturday:

The morning is filled with anticipation.

We sit next to each other, thighs pressed together.

Our eyes get lost in the others, sounds of the restaurant fade away.

Legs entangle on his mattress.

Every Sunday:

Somehow we wake up in different beds.

We eat breakfast together, make each other food.

He is wrapped in a blanket, me in his t-shirt.

We speak softly as his roommates wonder what we are.

Every Monday:

I see him for lunch, and make a sly joke.

He laughs, while our friends are confused.

We make plans to go to another restaurant.

Eyes follow us.

Over and over. Every week.

#twice daily poetry but just for today #god i’m so fucking gay for this man if you couldn’t tell #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poem #poetry #not daily poetry anymore #writing #my writing #original writing #tw sex

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If I could, I would open your neck and lick out the blood

Metallic and sweet, it tastes how you look

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no towels to clean up the excess

We have no stitches to fix you up

We have only a brush of hair away from your neck

And my lips on your shoulder

If I could, I would wait for rope to burn

The skin on your wrists would turn from pale and smooth to red and raw

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no time to clean your wounds

We have no ointment to ease the pain

We have only hands on hands

And whispered suggestions

If I could, I would lick you head to toe

Know every sweet, salty, fresh, stale piece of your skin

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no curtains to keep out prying eyes

We have no time to bathe afterwards

We have only glances back and forth

And the licking of lips

If I could, I would run my fingers through your hair and pull tight

Head snaps back, eyes finally dazed behind glasses

If you could, you would want me to

But we have to space for your mind to go

We have no nightstand to rest your glasses

We have only gentle touches

And the whisper of your hands in your own hair

If I could, I would take you apart piece by piece

Let your mind fall blank before putting your body back together

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no room for us to play puzzles in

We have no shelf to keep my tools

We have only lingering stares

And you overwhelmed and tense

If I could, I would show you how to forget her

Kiss you better than she did, touch you better than ever

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no hallway for that conversation

We have no bed big enough for two

We have only long car rides

And endless phone calls

If I could, I would make you hold still

Skin on metal, fabric, rope, wood

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no scarves long enough

We have no keys slipped from an officer’s pocket

We have only legs on top of legs

And arms against a mattress

If I could, I would see if we like the taste

Fingers on mouths, mouths on more

If you could, you would want me to

But we have no tests to take

We have no soundproof walls to mask the sound

We have only me in my shower

And you in yours,

Tasting.

#oop​sies that got kinky #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poem #poetry #not daily poetry anymore #writing #my writing #original writing #tw blood #tw wounds #tw sex

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Gold wraps around skin, flashing in the lights

Around our necks, wrists, fingers, waists

When the figures blur from lights and sound

It is as if we are all intertwined with gold

We adorn our bodies, cover ourselves in gold

We have no hair to braid, but pearls to wear upon our heads

We dress in scarlet, widen our eyes with paint

All together, dipped in gold

Our bodies become temples and we paint like michelangelo

Gold leaf and beautiful forms spread about

Silk veils our figures as we indulge with no intention of confession

Music fills the room, lyrics anything but hymns

Women wear men’s belongings, and men women’s robes

Upside down and inside out, all flipped around

We dance with no intention to see the Sunday daylight

Kiss the gold laid upon each other

Entangled in gold and each other, I think

“What will his parents say?”

#hello my loves i’m back! (just for today probably) #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poetry #poem #not daily poetry anymore #writing #my writing #original writing #tw christianity #gay #mlm #queer #sinning is my favorite hobby

[ezra-poetry]

You smell like good cooking

the moment just before the fire alarms go off

where everything is bright and good and salty and vibrant and almost caramelized

when the pan heats up enough that steam condenses over one’s brow

you smell like a warm home

you smell perfectly huggable and lovable and like a home id never want to leave

like a picnic on the seashore, wind filled with love and leaves

you know that i can’t buy you roses or take you out to dinner

but there is so much else i would do for you

i would cook you any meal you wanted, our home would smell of food and us

id wash and plait your hair, with oil of herb and citrus

id hold your hand for thunder and scare you while i danced in the storm

we could steal each other’s hoodies and laugh holding hands on the floor

i know it looks like we’re in love, but trust me it’s even more

but i can’t give you all you want, so ill be here till im no more

#hiiiiiiiiiii so im back again #nothing much has changed #still in love with my best friend #she’s definitely on tumblr but i don’t think she’ll find this so enjoy! #and i mean she knows most of this so it’s fine anyway #aromantic #aroace #poetry #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poem #not daily poetry anymore #writing #my writing #original writing #tw fire mention #almost put a tag in there that would give away my identity if she sees this but then i didn’t #yay #queer love #trans #i want a qpr #but does she is the question?

[ezra-poetry]

I know how much it hurts.

i know how awful it feels to sit here one the ground, day after day after day

i know how much it stings to hate the way the water pooling in your eyes makes your eyelashes stick together, and how that thought makes it worse

but i have watched you over and over

i’ve listened to you, i’ve hugged you, i’ve gotten you through it

and i know how hard it is

but i’ve watched you grow every time

and i know you can’t feel it, you can’t see it, you don’t believe it

but let me prove it to you

you took yourself out of danger because there was a voice in your head telling you no, and that voice was me

you let yourself hear my praise and feel my arms around you and let yourself cry

you stood up for yourself

you called me to ask for help

i know the people around you tell you that you’re not enough, not doing enough, i know you tell yourself that too

but you are enough

you are brave

and strong

and smart

and your grades aren’t a reflection of your worth

they’re not a reflection of you

and i know you don’t believe you’re growing

because you watch yourself shatter over and over

and i know how much that hurts

but i am so proud of you

i’ve watched you get back up.

over

and

over

and

over

and i know how hard that is

you don’t have to get good grades

you don’t have to talk to people

you don’t have to be kind

you just have to get. back. up.

i am so fucking proud of you.

#poetry #my poetry #original poetry #poem #my poem #original poem #writing #my writing #original writing #tw swearing #tw crying #tw poor mental health #this person’s being an asshole rn but the poems still cute

[ezra-poetry]

the news of that week

the news that week

on the news that week, some kid brought a gun

no one was killed

everyone was hurt

my friend kept saying “i need to get over it.”

“im fine”

my friend, i love you with all the heart i’ve got left to give

and i know that every night you relieve

the nightmare we’re all supposed to forgive

my friend, you claim you’re okay as your hands shake

and my heart aches

for you as your breath quakes

my friend, YOU ARE NOT OKAY

and my friend, i love you for it.

i love you for surviving this far

but my friend, like this you won’t make it.

like this, it’ll get worse

you’re not okay and that’s okay

you haven’t given yourself a day

stop trying to downplay

that you’ve hated the hear-say

and how the sun moving forward makes you fear all the ways

the memories will replay hours before daybreak

my friend, you are not okay

i don’t need you to be okay

i need you to be alive

i need you to survive

my friend, NOTHING IS OKAY

but i’ll l love you through it all

(surprise part 3 of 2)

#tw gun mention #tw gun #original poetry #my poem #original poem #my poetry #poet #poem #poetry #not daily poetry anymore

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everything i did this week i’ve done before

so why am i wishing that the rain would pour

and god would finally decide that humanity isn’t worth it anymore

and i know you’re probably thinking

i think this person should be in therapy

and don’t worry, i am!

but i haven’t told her about sixth grade

and the imaginary blood on the imaginary blade

because if there’s one thing i don’t want, it’s pity

i have worked every day, every hour, every minute in this city

to seem strong and scary and smart and brave

because when the people i fear fear me,

i don’t have to worry

about whether my friends or I will end up in a grave

because some hate-criming midwestern idiot decided life was something he could deprave

us of

and you might think, that’s crazy, no one here could do that

but i’ve heard he way those conservative guys laugh

when I speak

and no one is ever capable until they’re on the live news of that week

(part two of two)

#this is my favourite poem i have ever written #i hope you love it #tw hate crime #tw sh #tw therapy #tw death #tw religion #poetry #poem #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry #poets on tumblr #writing #lgbtq

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and the little child who shares my blood walks up to me and says

“do you like it?”

notes to self:

a higher tone sounds happier

remember to smile

but not too little , that looks sad

but not to much, that looks manic

“yes

i love it”

why did that hurt my heart so much

i’ve been doing this for weeks and months

for years i’ve been calculating what to say so that i sound

funny

but not self deprecating

stressed

but not too much

tired

but not more than usual

so why does it feel like my heart might burst

and my eyes might overflow

why does it feel like my flesh might outgrow my skin and

my body would shatter

but at least it would keep up with my mind

(part one of two)

#not daily poetry anymore #sorry about that #mental breakdowns do that #but i’m back #no promises with daily anymore tho #anyway i wrote this rly long poem #so this is part one of it #and i can’t wait for you to see the rest #tw blood #tw children #tw mental health #tw body mention #poetry #poem #my poem #my poetry #original poem #original poetry

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there’s this place i go

where i think of you

hidden, no one can know

soft sand, skies all blue

where streams cut through the sand and

dreamers kiss on the damned land

rings gleam, stand in the sand, tanned

i dream of you, and our grand plans

in this nearby park

through trees, past the steps

touch you, feel our spark

over reeds, feel the effects

where streams cut through the sand and

dreamers kiss on the damned land

rings gleam, stand in the sand, tanned

i dream of you, and our grand plans

#my poetry #original poetry #poems daily #i wrote a poem #my poem #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #daily poem #daily poetry #i wrote this about a place in a park near my house #where i took my girlfriend on our first date #and hung out with my crush before her

[ezra-poetry]

hey.

Are you indian?

hi! no, i’m white and i live in the us :/

any reason or just curious?

i hope you have a good day!

[ezra-poetry]

when i was younger

i knew these two boys

people compared them to brothers

which always made them annoyed

i guess those people didn’t look

because these two were an open book

so i think we might never know

how many kisses were shared long ago

i just hope they’re still alright

opening doors to small rooms out of spite

like they always did

when they were just two kids

they fell in love when he was sixteen

perfect person, can you imagine

so now i know i want the same thing

but i know that could never happen

those two were perfect for each other

oh, they could never love another

and i know that it had been six years

oh i know they have shared some tears

but now one’s with some new blonde guys

and the other’s got vacant eyes

i hope they can be together

i know they still share a sweater

so we can hope

we can hope

we still hope

oh we hope

he says he’s still thinking about it

he knows he never should have doubted

but at least she’s now gone

so they can move on

oh he knows they will survive

but it’s so hard to feel alive

when you’re far from home

and you can’t be alone

i think they are doing better

finally out of all that pressure

so we can hope

we can hope

we still hope

oh we hope

#if i had a nickel for every time i wrote a song about young gay boys falling in love #i would have two nickels #which isn’t a lot #but it’s weird that it happened twice #original poetry #my poetry #poems daily #i wrote a poem #my poem #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #love poem #poem #daily poem #daily poetry #sort of a song #but i wouldn’t be able to release it #so it’s a poem now #lgbtq #mlm #gay #queer #gay poetry

[ezra-poetry]

seek the gracious night

for it speaks to the despair

of jealous dreamers

the dreamers who would,

under a hesitant grin,

like to dream no more

with so much patience

they cling to the imperfect

laughter they desire

#my poetry #original poetry #poems daily #i wrote a poem #my poem #original poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #daily poem #daily poetry #i made this with refrigerator magnets first #no seriously #i’m not kidding

[ezra-poetry]

Mancala’s scattered on the floor

Game night just three weeks before

You push pieces under the couch

Ink now covers your favorite blouse

I watch as you loose control

I don’t want to be near you anymore

I don’t want to loose control

It’s not safe to be around anymore

#poet #poetry #poets on tumblr #daily poetry #daily poem #poems daily #my poerty #original poetry #my poem #original poem #mental health #bipolar disorder #manic episode

[ezra-poetry]

you still don’t know. you told me outright, and yet you don’t know i know.

you told me his nickname.

you told me you were sorry.

you told me you tried too keep it quiet.

you told me he was in our house.

you told me he fixed things.

you told me lies. I don’t know whether they were then or before, but these are mutually exclusive.

you can’t cheat and not cheat.

you can’t stay and leave.

you only have so many options, and they’re running out.

#tw cheating #daily poetry #my poetry #original poetry #poems daily #i wrote a poem #poets on tumblr #my poem #original poem #poetry #poem #daily poem #oof i don’t want to add many more tags to this #this hits too close to home #which makes sense #because i wrote it #anyway i found like fifteen more poems #so don’t worry we’ve got a good poem resovoir