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Little Poems - #1
I want to share Poetry with her In ways she can understand So I read poetry to her While she brushes my hair
Long Time No See
Hello Y'all,
I am so sorry that I have not been active or created any new content, I started a new job and all my energy has been going into that (it's your basic full time 9-5) I won't be posting and making content at the rate I was before but I plan on getting back into the swing of things and post once a week.
Thank you,
Bunny Laufeyson
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Embedded rain clouds Hope And And Soaked through shoes Faith
Torn off blankets Self love And And Soft socks Kindness
Passionless work Bright path ahead And And Burnt out brain A restless mind
Panicked tears Slow deep breaths And And Chest pain No turning back
Fight Safety And And Losing Support
Speaking Leaving toxic And And Not heard Unkind
Useless praise Living for Oneself And And Hallow words One’s own mind
Breathless screams And Flightless birds
Rose, Tulip
What is in a name? Letters That correlate To a sound When Strung together Form an identity
To others To yourself
We repeat ‘A rose by any other name, Would smell Just as Sweet’
However When I become a rose Known my another name You refuse to call me Tulip Insisting I am Rose
But Rose holds Expectations That I won’t ever meet Whether you admit That you hold them
I know you’re sad Because Rose has died But Don’t neglect the beauty Of the Tulip’s rise
-Bunny Laufeyson
Constellations
I want to feel A soft cool tip Of a liquid eyeliner pen Glide across My back
You play Connect-the-dots With my freckles Then You’re lips Replace the pen
You
Found a constellation On my skin| Reminding me I am of the stars As beautiful as the Galaxy
-Bunny Laufeyson
7 Days
Monday: There is never enough coffee Tuesday: Laundry day: Why do I have to wear clothes Wednesday: I still wake up thinking I have church tonight Thursday: What do you mean it’s not Friday? Friday: No Job offers tomorrow Saturday: No rest even on the weekend Sunday: A once a week bath doesn’t make up for a week of no self-care
-Bunny Laufeyson
16 Candles at 20
I want to sit Across from you Over Coffee That’s Our Birthday Cake
Talking softly On a Floor Not a table
It’s not my 16th birthday You’re not even a boy But I imagine When We slowly lean in And Our Lips Touch Like Sam and Jake
My fantasies will come true And it will be sweeter Then my sweet 16.
-Bunny Laufeyson
The day a child was born
The day a child was born It let out a piercing cry Announcing their presence to the world Quickly Wrapped in cloth And marked male or female
Clothes picked In soft pinks Or blues And toys Along with The colors Limiting potential Creating strife In beings later Conflict within Based on assignments They had no choice in
-Bunny Laufeyson
Pluck
Flower petals Under My fingertips One Plucked off
I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not
Self Love Can be difficult In this capital hellscape That has warped What it means To be worth value
Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not
Damn puritan ethics And exploitation Leading To the draining Of the Spirit
Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not
“No Fat” “Need a thigh gap” “Not pretty Without make-up” “Nothing Tastes| As good As Skinny Feels” “Smile”
Pluck I hate me Pluck I hate me not Pluck I hate me Pluck I hate me not
Sometimes It’s easier To not Hate myself Only by Not Liking me
Pluck I like me Pluck I like me not Pluck I like me Pluck I like me not
It takes More effort To combat The outside world’s Input on How I see me
Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not
I take A deep breath Pulling the last Of the petals
Pluck I love me Pluck I love me not Pluck I love me
-Bunny Laufeyson
Laundry Day
Load Machine Add soap Press Start Around it goes All clean
It’s easier To clean the sheets Than clean the soul Stains and crumbs Drain away But depression’s tar Sticks
Needing a scrub Combine scalding hot water Shampoo Soap Scrub And that weeks tar Will unstick But Leave behind stains
-Bunny Laufeyson
When Least Expected
Love will find you When you least expect it Bullshit
I’ve been told this My Whole Life That I don’t need to worry Or get frustrated Just when I’ve given up It will Happen
Well Let me tell you I have given up More times than I can count And The only love that I found Cut me so Deeply And fucked me up So badly I should never Want to love again
But I do And when I rant About my frustration And Loneliness I’m told The same fucking thing Love will find you When you least expect it
Bullshit Love just Doesn’t fall into laps One doesn’t just dump Into the one someday And ride off into the sunset That’s a fairytale Created So People Won’t face the fear Of being alone
So I set the altar Light the candles Give Cupid an offering Breath In And Out The Love spell done I clean up
-Bunny Laufeyson
Dear M
I don’t know If you know But I forgave you A long time ago
You hurt me worse Thank I thought possible Now I write this In hopes that it finds you
I still love you In this moment Though I feel I shouldn’t
You did things I didn’t deserve And you won’t own them} I wasn’t perfect I own that And I am sorry
So, If you find your heart Aches for me Like mine aches For you In this moment You won’t find me I’m not waiting for you
-Bunny Laufeyson
The Moon to the Mad Man
Once a little girl Loved the man in the moon Calling him Bob A constant companion Following the car on drives Always there Being a friend
The little girl Didn’t know That the man in the moon Was a cosmic force A Old God The Girl couldn’t imagine
Mani But loved the nickname given by the little girl Coming to care for the girl
He watched her grow Coming into her own Noticing when she needed More than he could give
So He went to friend With fire red hair A chaotic smirk And an understand Mani didn’t possess
-Bunny Laufeyson
Pillow Fort
I want to live in a pillow fort Lined with fleece sheets The door and windows A cotton white
The rooms divided by comfort Like a dragon collects coins I collect pillows| Small decorative To body pillows That I wrap around myself
Eventually Lost in the pile The fort forever growing More blankets
Eventually Blocking the entrance Keeping cold away But also others
Depression makes me want to live in a pillow fort That I don’t have the energy to build So I crawl into bed Pulling covers over my head For days on end
-Bunny Laufeyson
Lie
I was raised not to lie That is was a sin I don’t believe in sin anymore It doesn’t make Me a bad person To lie, I lie To protect myself
-Bunny Laufeyson
Hot Tea
I sit at night Rubbing my tired eyes That have been Staring
At my laptop For far too long I get up slowly Walking of to the Keurg
Place my mug under it And watch as it fills With hot water
A glance at the clock 4 Minutes I just sit and wait
Glance at the clock Times Up
I slowly take out the bag Throwing it in the trash
I sit with the mug In my hands Feeling the warmth Bleed into my fingertips I dare not take a sip For I know that If I do My tongue will hurt more than I want
That first sip Hot but not scalding Warmth in my mouth Flowing down my insides
My tea at night has become routine Making me feel something When I haven’t felt anything In Days
I go from numb To incredibly lonely At the drop of a dime
So I make tea So I don’t cry But It always fails
So I climb Into the bottom Of the shower Water As hot as tolerable
I sit At the bottom Sobbing My lungs out Until I can’t anymore
I climb into bed that night The emotions slipping away Waking The next morning Dragging myself out of bed
I first make tea The cycle continuing And I want to feel again
-Bunny Laufeyson