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I’m not so confident in what I’ve written recently. So here’s a love poem I wrote almost a year ago. It might not be amazing but I think it has enough soul to make up for skill.

12/23/24

I can make a home in you

Surrounded by your warmth

My scent, mingled with yours,

I am dough in your hands

I’ll mold my shape against yours

To fit against you in hopes

Whispering prayers,

That I am yours

And you believe yourself to be mine just the same

I’ll inhale in all that you are and exhale all that you want

This I’ll do if only if I can wrap your soul around me every night

If I can lay in your mind and make my home with you

If I can venture into blank spaces and fill them with all your favorite colors and you will them with mine

I’d do anything to live in your life if you would just make a home in mine

#poetry #writing #love #love poem #😭

Something I wrote coming out of the fog that is seasonal depression. My pathetic pleads to the love of my life and oh my gosh I love him. Maybe there’s more going on than I know. But today I’m okay, and yesterday is gone. Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm

3/17/25

I’m soft velvet and bubblegum

I’m twilight and golden branches

I’m laughter and sweat

I was tending a dying fire whose flame just exploded

I don’t know how to write happy poems

And I’m not sure how long I’ll have the chance to

My times burning, my kindling is light

You look so beautiful this night

I’m a lonely beggar with gold in my pocket and a kiss waiting for me at home

Please forgive me, I know it’s my fight

I’m fighting blind, I’m fighting with sticks against stones trying to be right

I’m weak and wearing

But I’m here, I’m no longer staring at my walls

I don’t want death I want you

Please, I know I hide

I know I shut myself away and I don’t even cry

Don’t let it drag me away next time

Please pull me closer

Kicking and screaming I promise I’ll let up

Shorten my time away, I don’t want to go back there again.

#poetry #poem #writing #sad poem #but I’m good today

I’m not a huge fan of this one and it’s a work in progress. I usually edit them while I’m writing them into my journal from my notes app. Sometimes the stuff I wrote doesn’t seem like it will make sense to anyone but me. It’s okay, though. I don’t think I’d care if someone felt it their own way. I don’t post because I think these things are good, I post because I’d rather not just let it rot on the off chance someone else feels something. Anyway, I’m over explaining probably as a result of my crippling anxiety. I recognize that, makes me feel better anyway. Like scratching a mosquito bite lols.

11/11/25

I leave the warm sun and make my way through the dense fog

One foot in front of the other and my path becomes stony

I know pavement

I know soft grasses

I know the mud

My senses are alarmed with unfamiliarity

My tongue feels dry with homesickness

I’m aware of the expanse around me

Blind to what it brings

Too large for the mold that created me

Too small for what lays in front of me

The messy threaded layers of my mind unwind

Suddenly I am so simple

Suddenly I had not lived and I do know if I do yet

I crave something

And what I am now cannot give it to me

#poem #poetry #writing #im sorry #I don’t know what I’m doing

I wrote this short one on a sticky note while I was bored at work. I’d just started the job so I was anxious about doing nothing. I’m a few months in and doing nothing is sometimes just a part of the job.

9/12/25

Where is the place where I can be

Tucked between sheets

Where doubt cannot breathe

In the sunlight where shadows lay bare

There is no rage within me

Only desperation laced with doubt

Powdered in doubt

Showered in doubt

Doubt

#poetry #poem #writing

This was from June, I’ve become somewhat of a nihilist but not truly. It’s against my will, I’d choose anything else if it chose me back hahh

6/2/25

There is no romance

There is no one watching

There is only silence in the background

And the thoughts and overwhelming reasons upon reasons are nothing if not spoken

They might even be nothing when spoken

There is no romance

There’s no applause or laughter

No understanding in your soft gazes

An existence of windows, longing for mirrors

Is devoid of color, devoid of your own presence.

There is no romance in the ink hidden between skin

Or skin hidden under cotton

There is no romance in blind tears or my rasping breaths at midnight.

There is no romance in the blood stained clothes, too dark for wandering eyes.

Or the touches and pauses that haunt us

There’s no romance as I read this to you, and what we feel is only for this moment.

And as we change, the world is silent to us.

#poetry #writing #whatever man

10/17/2025

I have not taken any poetry classes and while I used to write all the time when I was a kid, I haven’t written in years and I most certainly never wrote poetry, so I’m aware I have a lot of progress to make! This was written a few days ago. I feel like the first few lines don’t fit with the rest but I just write whatever comes to mind. I don’t take into account whether it sounds good or not.

There’s sawdust in my mouth

There’s splinters in my skin

I want you to feel what I feel

Feel my wrinkled skin loose against my young bones

When did my body ever know youth

I arrived 80 years old, a weighted vessel on rowdy waves.

The radio doesn’t work, I can only beg the sea to take me.

I tip, I plunder

I feel every bit, my hull doesn’t crack but my cargo takes every hit.

What does shore taste like, I wonder.

I’ve grown to love the salt, wouldn’t I be happy to sink in it

If I never know another more

#writing #poetry

I figured I should just use this to post whatever I want and post my bad poetry (at least I think it’s poetry idk) and my thoughts because that’s what this is meant for right??? If I get embarrassed I can just delete everything bc the internet is not forever at all lol

My god it’s been so fucking long. I have a hole in my chest I need to fill and I’m going to fill it with whoever I was when I first made this account thanks