Child, oh child,
Am I raising you well?
Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?
I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.
I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.
But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.
I love you, though it wasn't something I got.
Is that enough?
For me, it was the only thing lacking.
Voiceless child,
I hear your cries.
I hear your pleas.
I try to help.
Sightless child,
I'll be your eyes.
I'll tell you what is
wrong and right.
Overhearing child,
I'll cover your ears.
So you do not hear
what your father says.
Broken child,
I will love you.
Crying child,
I will hug you.
Lonely child,
I will try,
try to heal you, try to raise you.
Even if you exist
In a mirror only.
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poetry, i have been told, is for intelligent people.
for those in the academic world, that thrive on authenticity and sense of being.
a common person wouldn’t be able to understand the depth of a poem, so he should stay away.
poetry, i have read, is for the minority.
only a few know exactly how it is done. the chosen ones.
no matter how good you want to be, you will never be.
comes from talent. comes from blood.
poetry, i concluded, is a feeling.
or feelings, if you’re daring.
it can be easily understood and be practiced by those that have the capacity to feel.
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3 am Gummies by Llywelyn Lee
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I'm Fine
When you ask,
I'll say I'm fine.
Simply because
I do not have
The luxury
To be anything
But okay.
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An Ode To...
All of the memories
My mind has forgotten
Over time
To the moments
Spent with people
Who at one time made me happy
The experiences I've had
Traveling for no reason
And traveling with a purpose
Any and every mistake
That held me back for so long
In my own mind
For now I'm able to be
More level-headed
And analytical
Instead of always
Diving in head first
Or sometimes feet first
...To the growth I've encountered
And to the growth ahead
Because after all...
Whether I do
Or whether I don't
My path will continue moving forward.
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I'd like for others to feel understood.
I wrote thousands of poem about others, about anyone having a hard time or struggling or just... even being happy.
I didn't have the confidence to post it online
but I decided that I will do, so that's in the past.
Hope that you'll like my page :)🤍❤️
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I breathed her in,
like a familiar perfume,
laced with superficiality and shame,
I’m seated at the edge, of a titled stage.
Quietly sipping a glass of whiskey,
with flavors so robust and rich,
vanilla and oak stained my lips.
I exist in spaces parallel,
to her grandiose sense of self,
that reminds me of vermouth, top shelf,
smashed all over the floor,
in a blind rage, behind closed doors.
So, she osculates back and forth,
to her reactionary drawing board.
And every night I quietly retreat,
but there will be more, love keeps score.
“The only person you need to compare yourself to is you in the past.” -Sigmund Freud
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"when the winds blow
when the tides flow
all I can see
is suffering and misery
will you be there to save me?
to set me free?
all I want is a place to share
all I dare
is for the longing of a home
I dont ever want to be alone..."
~Me <3
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just a lil' something
In the depths of my mind, a maestro takes the stage,
Conjuring scenarios that keep me engaged.
I'm a puppet of my thoughts, a player in their game,
Emotions run wild, it's never quite the same.
My mental landscapes are an ever-shifting show,
Where vivid dreams and fictions constantly flow.
I'm suspended in the air, emotions set to soar,
As the mind's tales of love and strife I explore.
I feel the heat of a thousand blazing suns,
Or the ice-cold sting of a thousand winters' runs.
My heart dances, a marionette on strings,
In this theater of thoughts, where imagination sings.
I glide through skies of boundless delight,
Or plummet into depths of unwelcome fright.
In my mind's creations, I find my delight,
In this world of 'what if,' day and night.
But amid these reveries,
I must find my way,
Back to reality, where true connections sway.
For as my mind weaves tales with finesse,
Real life unfolds, in moments we confess.
In my mind's theater, I find my reprieve,
But it's in real-life connections that I truly believe.
In the balance between mind's flights and life's grace,
I navigate the world, finding my place.
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i tried to be good. am i no good?
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Visual
You are all soft curves
And clear views,
I am all sharp angels
And blurry lines.
You are beautiful
And desirable,
I am harsh
And detrimental.
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and i will walk with all my weight
heavy footed on the ground
and not apologize
for where my soul meets the earth
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