Words of a forgotten poet

They/he I write poetry related to my life, and feelings . I also occasionally add art to my poems. I am also a minor so please dni if you have nsfw things in your profile. Also if your looking at this cuz of art stuff my art profile is @finchinspaccee

[finchinthefog]

Arizona ice tea

sold a sol

for Arizona Ice tea

and it stalked me

every step took

still felt the same

and the tea as still cold

but shives felt

in invisible veins

as Ice flooded

and skin shed

and the seasons changed

but the Ice tea stayed the same

Standing still

as vessels changed

expectations shifted

but Chills didn’t move

tea spilled

Cold

following unseen

never filling

yet never empty

sweet

but yet sour

killing

to keep it hidden

lowkey idk hot I feel about this one..

[finchinthefog]

I made a poatry book of all my poams this year!

took me a week to finnsh printing and binding and I had to rewrite the title twice but it’s finally done!😅

The inside looks better I swear I’ve illustrated and put the date posted to my tumblr on every poam here’s one of my favorites

[finchinthefog]

a tribute

so we’ve meet before

I say

though you may not believe it

you look at me on a pedestal

I am never deserving of

you see me distant on a hill of sun

that doesn’t exist

because I know you

I know that kid

I rember that person

with blue hair

And no one to call an ally

without a place to call home

building bricks around a body

that can never be mine

but pined to it with stakes

dead already

barely 12 but time an illusion

blood draped finger tips

so I know you

though you may not believe it

I know that person

when I tell you I see a mirror of black

I saw life though

a stained glass window

Cracking

glass piercing skin for the third time this week

falling though voids

hissing at hugs

slammed doors

distorted faces

That melt into black oil

spilling tears

desperate to find somewhere

anywhere but where my feel toched

a ticking time bomb

a recking ball

Stuck and untrusting

no exist

so yea I know them

would never image hills of sun

below sea leavl sinking

I know that person all too well

[finchinthefog]

a tribute

so we’ve meet before

I say

though you may not believe it

you look at me on a pedestal

I am never deserving of

you see me distant on a hill of sun

that doesn’t exist

because I know you

I know that kid

I rember that person

with blue hair

And no one to call an ally

without a place to call home

building bricks around a body

that can never be mine

but pined to it with stakes

dead already

barely 12 but time an illusion

blood draped finger tips

so I know you

though you may not believe it

I know that person

when I tell you I see a mirror of black

I saw life though

a stained glass window

Cracking

glass piercing skin for the third time this week

falling though voids

hissing at hugs

slammed doors

distorted faces

That melt into black oil

spilling tears

desperate to find somewhere

anywhere but where my feel toched

a ticking time bomb

a recking ball

Stuck and untrusting

so yea I know them

would never image hills of sun

Already below sea leavl

sinking

So yea

I know that person all too well

[finchinthefog]

birthday puzzle

don’t know if I’ll remember today

a year from now

Barely remember yesterday

keep breaking into tears

for no particular reason

holding breathes too long

trying to put toghter puzzle pieces

far too big

too jagged to comprehend

candles burning skin

breath keep still

wailing

and they sing

but yet steady

Slowly controls falls from arms

losing every movement

too terrified to breath again

be excited

jump for joy

pretend you’re not drowning

if not for yourself

for thouse you love

hold back

can’t live like this

can’t live any other way

stuck in a time loop

of puzzles that will never fit

praying not for weakness

holding back feeling while solving too many jigsaw puzzles simotaouly

I want to be forgotten

please forget me

let me disappear into the background

of that stone wall

I’d rather be goast

then a Dissectologist

[finchinthefog]

Almost Dead it’s not for certain every time

cant box up into a

pretty box tied up with a ribbon

can’t calculate the moment

Of which your time

abruptly ends

without saying goodbye

Never was afraid of the end untill it

hit me in the face

blood scraping down my palms

shocked but laughing

unable to speak

can’t bottle it in

can’t pull it out

can’t even scream

taste of something I was once too young for

It’s only luck who makes it to tomarow

everyday

maybe I should have been more careful

some people spend thier lives jumping in front of trains and never fall

but it only takes once

only once

almost lost my breath for ever

in an alternate universe it’s already gone

I breath

barely hear the worried crys of everyone who loves me

hit by a car

sounds more dramatic then it was

I’ll be more careful next time

just a bump in the road

breath again

Now I’ll have a story to tell over dinner

I picture the funeral that almost came

[finchinthefog]

walking

I refuse to die

so I keep walking

walking till dirt

fills the gaps in my feet

walking as the leaves turn brown

Watching them fall

only to be replaced

green again

the crumbs from yesterday afternoon still on my hands

and I keep walking

walking through the forest

and down though grandmas house

Don’t stop to say hello

must keep walking

Don’t feel my legs

you offer a ride

but I don’t need it

didn’t earn it

And I keep walking

just keep walking

sorry y’all I know it’s been cough months T-T. I’m still alive I swear I’ve just been super busy with school and burnt out but hey I wrote a poem about it!!

[finchinthefog]

Rock bottom part 4: relapse

quick note: if anyone has any writing advice or suggestions please comment it I’d love some constructive feedback!

your rough hands

grasp the first light

you’ve felt in ages

years

the grass brushes against

your newly awoken skin

you stumble trying to stand

you’ve got a foot

still stuck

in that old hole

it tingles

Whispers come from

the dark

saying things you used to believe

like an old memory

so you sit

one foot in the old well

the rest in the warmth

slowly life comes back

the things creatures you used to know

crawl back

they asked you where you were

“nowhere”

the asked about your buried foot

you burry it

they help

covering the hole

muffling the voices

the dirts rubbing against your cold skin

normal

let’s be normal again

the voices don’t go away

you cover your ears

slowly the creatures come for advice

you give it

tell them a bit about your pain

So they’re not alone

brush their fur

dirt begins to crawl up again

you tell them how much better you are

laugh about that old hole

Put a boot where your foot should be

the dirt trickles up

is the ground rising?

no you can’t sink again

that’s the past

your better now

Remember?

the creatures don’t notice

you hug them

So they don’t leave again

the whispers are getting louder

that can’t be right?

another voice

from far away

you remember

can’t place it

they have your pain

“stop” they rasp

You don’t hear

you can’t hear

dirt flys out

as you gasp for breath

your finger tips paralyzed underground

growing stiff with Rocky soil

you try to get up

Weren’t you ok?

arn’t you better now?

right?

slip

cold

dark air fills your lungs

you

fall back

down

wow that was long thanks for reading

anyway please please please give feedback if you have any! 🙏

[finchinthefog]

be good

be good

I was good

I sat

I stayed

I asked questions

I did it right

they said be good

I did what they ask

they said it was wrong

noded till my feet bled and my skin dried

Don’t ask questions

I didn’t

then they found my bleeding feet

told me be good

they said ask for help

So next time

I asked for help

then they said it wasn’t bad

they said be good

so I was good

So good

They said they wanted to help

but that was just polite to say so

polite

Polite not good

some one asked me for help

I said sure

I didn’t help

that’s polite

right?

I was good

then they said bad

[finchinthefog]

a sign. An ode to an old friend

I often morn

a little life

A time far away

a place that used to be

hidden away

in a town I’ll never go back to

I have memories of then

but only that

that’s all they’ll ever be

I forgot to take pictures

forgot to breath the air

I though would always be there

and still time

comes and goes

the further away

they get

I often morn

what could have been

if time

and change

hadn’t taken it’s toll

I think we’d still be friends

I hope so anyways

I’d like to think

Maybe we’d have

a rough patch or two

but we’d always make up

skipping though the flowers

or autumn air

but instead

I look though tinted glass

at a life

I have only pieces of

of a person I don’t know

and will probably never know again

I often morn what could have been

if disease

and land

and life

never got in our way

maybe some day we’ll meet again

in another life

I’ve been meaning to post more frequently but I only write when I’m inspired and I’ve been kinda burnt out later. Anyaways hope you liked this one I wrote it after my parents told me we were visiting the town we moved away from 7 years ago and haven’t been back to since.

[finchinthefog]

special

they told us

we were special

our differences make us beautiful

before they put targets on our backs

they told us

work hard

to serve our home

then they took our home

away

they told us we were special

before they striped us of our colors

they said it gets better

and it did

but most of us

never

made it

that

far

And then they forgot

or rather ignored

what happened all thouse years ago

the past

is the past

let it stay that way

But

our

history

always

comes

back

[finchinthefog]

monster

monster

is what they called me

so

a Monster

is what I became

inhuman

I hissed i screened

Though the cage

I built for myself

The bars rattled

my teeth colliding into them

it didn’t hurt anyone

but myself

they strolled past

marveling at my hideous sight

looking away as I screamed

my ribs cracking

into dust

Terrifiing them enough

to make a scream escape

but not from danger

just enough

For them to give

a five star review

for the wonderful

horror experience

[finchinthefog]

Broken I used to wish

I’d get hurt

something so bad

I’d be left

crippled and twisted

incapable

screeching though open wounds

gasping for a breath

that never comes

Hey are you

playing pretend?

let me be the victim

the one with the tragic backstory

no one has the heart to read

let me look like my broken soul

Can I be the one to die a tragic death at the end?

I’m not sure if I believe in god

but can they break my legs

and cut me to

unfixable pieces

never to be back together again

but don’t you worry about me

please

if you need a sacrifice

let me do it

I’m not of much use anyway

( also I may have forgotten this blog existed for like a full month so it completely skipped my mine to post anything 😅.)

[finchinthefog]

just breathe

can’t breathe

because when I do

nothing is holding me back

I’m afraid I’ll breathe so hard

I can’t anymore

I’ll live too much

I’ll have nothing left to give

that’s why I can’t fly too high

or laugh too much

that’s why

I won’t

break these chains binding me

to this floor

because who am I?

when they break

I can’t love to hard

because what if love cuts my chains

what is I fly too high

and my wings melt in the sun

I can’t be a star

because then I’ll fall

and drown in the sea

and someone

will catch

and then we’ll both fall

Off this cliff

[finchinthefog]

the chronicles of Numb little bug 1

Numb little bug

didn’t cry

numb bug sang

danced

laughed

numb bug stubbed thier toe

keeped walking

Everyone said numb bug happy

“Quirky” they said

So confident

someone threw a rock at numb bug

numb bug didn’t flinch

numb bug skiped

doesn’t care what they think

numb bug’s birthday came

everyone sang

numb bug did too

laughed at the right times

Smiled like they owned the world

but numb bug carried a weight

couldn’t feel happy

numb bugs pet died

didn’t cry

not sad

but numb bug loved pet

why can’t they just be sad?!!

numb bug shrugs

Something cracks in bug

Bug runs

(in case your wondering yes I wrote it like a poorly written children’s book on purpose >:) )

Also happy holidays!

[finchinthefog]

Privilege

remember

child

you are lucky

don’t speak

it’ll keep you safe

it’s a privilege to feel

this pain

you are lucky

child

when they ripe away the only sol you have

and seize it to bury

Down deep

remember that child

when they lie

when they cheat

remember you stay

silent

if you speak up

your words won’t matter

remember child

you are lucky

when you cower and crouch

At our feet

Remember child

that you are lucky

you don’t have to do this

do as we say

and you’ll be ok

we’ll tell you how to feel

you don’t have to

you are lucky

your wounds may grow

But you’re still Alive

remember child

you are lucky

(I ment to post this like 2 weeks ago but didn’t finish typing it.. also autocorrect kept trying to correcting lucky to licky 😅)

[finchinthefog]

ADHD, social anxiety, and a insignificant fly

The voices cloud my vision

As my shoes hit the floor

Cracking with every breath

I can hear them

screaming

something

not sure what

you’re looking at me

arn’t you

no you can’t be

where are you?

where am i?

space is a funny thing

and I am all alone in it

but there’s people looking again

though broken glass

they laugh

are they laughing at me?

no I am surly not that important

why would they care if I fall

Out of this world

I am just a fly

gasping

for breath

fun fact: this poam is a unedited brain dump usaly I write my poams on paper weeks before posting them so I can look back and edit them. I wrote this one directly in 15 minutes on the tumblr create page.