Rambling Attempts At Poetry

Your life is a poem, make those lines jump from the page.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[sleezed]

I wanna kiss you in places you’re insecure about

[118amfj29]

I can’t even spell.

It’s like the letters that spell out your name keep disappearing as I write them.

Like I’m not even allowed to look at them anymore,

Or ever dare speak them in your name.

[118amfj29]

This was the kind of stuff I used to write poetry about.

Feelings and sh*t.

Not just any kind of feelings,

The kind that feel too large for your body to hold.

The kinds that feel like they’re tearing through your chest

I wonder if I went back and read them now,

Would I recognize those feelings in those poems,

Or would I write those poems again.

[118amfj29]

Here.

I keep thinking I hear you stir,

that the emptiness of the bed will wake you, 

and your heart will lead you, 

here.

[118amfj29]

Secure

It’s been so long since Iv written about you and me,

Most days things flow perfectly,

My head isn’t filled with question,

Or fears,

With you I finally feel secure.

[discomforted]

““she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away..””

— Saul Williams, She (via amargedom)

[118amfj29]

Stretched

Stretched,

Too thin,

Like the way my head feels after long day.

Exhausted,

Eyelids flutter,

As my body can take it any longer.

[olearypoetry]

[embracingwild]

give yourself permission. 

you don’t have to look for reasons to buy yourself a latte, to sleep in, to take time off training, to slow down. you are human - allow yourself to be. don’t go through life avoiding the things that would add a little extra happiness in your day because it feels undeserved. you are not perfect but that doesn’t mean you need rules. 

please don’t hold yourself together with strings of apologies and excuses. you are so much more than that. 

[118amfj29]

Expectations

The anticipation of firsts,

All excitement and nerves,

To experience what you’ve been dreaming of all these years.

Will it feel like what you imagined it would,

Will it meet your expectations?

And what if it doesn’t?

[118amfj29]

Waiting

I wait in the seats of the clinic,

In my stiff sterile seat and breathe in the perfume of cleaning products.

I wait to hear that you’re okay,

That the injuries arent bad and that the pain will go away.

I wait to see your face come around the corner,

And see that grin that made me fall in love with you.

And I think to myself maybe one day you’ll be waiting,

And I’ll be the hospital instead,

Instead you’ll be anxiously anticipating a brand new face coming around the corner.

[118amfj29]

Devil

That feeling in the pit of my stomach,

That ball of fear that I keep swallowing,

Something tells me to be cautious,

Be safe it whispers to me as I fall asleep.

But something else tells me to fall,

To be brave and feel deeply,

Don’t be afraid it screams at me,

I don’t know which devil to listen to.

[118amfj29]

Decide

I can’t decide between the hurt and the rational,

The real or the irrational.

Between how bad I want you and how bad I want to make you miss me.

[photographersunite]

[118amfj29]

Feed

I need constant reminders to feed my own soul,

otherwise id spend all my days feeding yours. 

[118amfj29]

This ones for you

I spend my days writing poems about you,

But this one I’m writing for you.

To tell you how you fill my empty lines with such vibrance,

Just like you do my life.

And to tell you how you feed my soul,

With every word and every touch.

How the warmth you give spreads across my whole body,

Just like you do for me beneath the sheets.