Please don’t touch me
From the moment you closed the door
I wanted absolutely nothing more
Then for what happened to stop.
Just drop
It
But “You can’t change your mind now”.
Semi-naked ungrown bodies on a bed
A few minutes to forever fuck up my head.
I was forever insane
All because of that pain
I felt when you touched me.
Did you ever think of me?
Have you ever come to see
What you’ve actually done?
Forever gone
Was an innocent little girl
I’m her innocent little world.
Please don’t touch me
Can’t you see
I’m shaking?
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olor a popper en el cuarto. despierto toda la noche/ besando. mi útero se siente pesado y tengo semanas de atraso/ de nuevo/ soy irregular. acabo un libro pero no puedo terminar los demás, son muy largos. las vidas cortas son así, como esos libros, y aun así se acaban. pero los libros/ no. una sensación de estar en todas las drogas/ quiero acabar botones blandos. los míos/ son hermosos/no podrías creerlo a menos que. impulso de palabra que no significa otra cosa. debo morder él gime es otra forma del diablo que no me deja. a pesar que me tatué los nudillos y dibuje todas esas/ reproducciones del ángel de la luz/ en mi cuarto. lo he descubierto. el diablo no tiene sexo. siempre me penetra con la mente/ sin piedad. su sonrisa, debí saberlo, la vida puso los nombres en sus lugares para mí. él me dijo que se llamaba ángel, entiendes? yo príncipe vagabundo fui forjado. 2 veces. eso es dolor.
-por Príncipe-
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Poems are hard
Some days poems can be really hard
And I don’t even know how to flard
Sometimes you can’t make a rhyme
So you force out a word like plime
There’s days you’re not in the mood
But its important so you grude
Have I made my point?
I bet you’re rolling your eyes at my toint
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Bad poem 2.5
Good morning professors,
I am bad. Like my poems
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Forever Alone
Step. Step. Step.
Walk away
Far away
And stay
Everyone belongs
At bay
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am i a poet or what.
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Dream for You
I dream for you to grow wings,
to take off,
to break away from the gravity that’s pressing you back.
I dream for you to expand,
to take up space,
to fill the shoes you belong in.
I dream to form the shadow you have the potential to cast,
because you were made for so much,
and I’m so little of it.
I dream to grow closer to you, my asymptote,
but I’ll never be close enough.
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Taylor Swift in the studio the day her and Jack Antonoff made 'Down Bad'
— June 29, 2023
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Questions
How can I fall so deep
Without it getting dark?
How can I fall so hard
Without it leaving a mark?
How can my heart feel so light
When it is filled with you?
Could this be something real?
Could this actually be true?
All these questions, yet one more:
Are you the one I’ve been waiting for?
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¿si sintiera que soy feliz
escribiera mejor?
(deformar la gramática es una forma de aplicarla
de ahí, los prodigios rebeldes)
¿la incomprensión, la indiferencia, inhiben mi escritura o la empujan dentro o fuera, hacia alguna parte?
la renuncia.
-por Príncipe-
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You guys
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Bad poem #2
Good morning, professors
I am melancholia, I am
Full of I’m sorry
I am a worrisome
Creature back from
The dead, I write
Four new bad poems
Feet muddy, nails gnawed
The big toe, peeled
I am, in continuum
Another bad poem
And other bad days
Yawn, roll around
Me, the sun, in bed
I am so warm and lonely
I have so many
Bad poems, to write
I drink beer. I’m running
Out of beer.
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I might just not get up, I might stay down bad
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