Iyacinth

Hi! This is my side blog for my poetry.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

sometimes I don’t like you

my stupid sunshine,

stupid enough to smile at flowers

between greasy sidewalks,

stupid enough to want to adopt

stray cats; i don’t like you

and your dandelion song

humming a quiet intro every waking moment,

between awkward silences

or just when you feel it;

the slightest trace of music.

i don’t like you

and your faerie crown

the fact you’re the daughter of the sunlight

who adores the rain

loves the sky in its glooming grey,

the beauty of blending sorrow and happiness

because you know they’re inseparable

and somehow that’s beautiful

for you.

i don’t like you,

and your heart of hearths,

the quiet crackling of home you tend in between your arms.

you’re warm,

you know you are,

and you know that warmth can still go far

so next time someone even decides they’re not worthy of life,

you slap them across the face with your disarming smile

and your tearful eyes,

and let them inside your home for a quiet cup of tea,

or coffee, whichever you like.

 I don’t like you,

Because you choose to see beauty

All the fucking time,

And maybe, darling,

That’s why being you is

Perfectly fine.

-i.y.c.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

The night is black velvet,

It always was,

Broken in a sense by city lights

and stardust.

But tonight, the world seems darker,

You wonder if it’s a sign;

You’re falling deeper,

Hurting harder

And it reflects the night sky.

But in fact, it’s quite the opposite,

Honey, when the universe shuts its eyes

It’s because a supernova has exploded inside of you,

It’s your turn to break the night sky.

It’s been very difficult to write poems these past few months, this is some of the first I just recently wrote again...hope you guys like it :)

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

The night holds out my memories,

Spread out on its velvet sheets,

The stars sing me a lullaby,

But I don’t bat my eyes;

Sleep is a faraway shore I do not plan on reaching.

The moon looks down on me

With it’s soft smile,

Beneath his craters lies my whispers

Of worlds I’ve created

In my mind,

The sun kisses him from the other side,

The light he emits is his blushing,

I look up at his face in reminder

Of all the things that I love.

The world around me

Creates an echo of drowsiness,

Yet I am their most avid listener.

In this moment, I dream wide awake;

Let this moment give me a breather.

And maybe,

When I sail into the caverns of my thoughts,

I’ll hum their melody like a spell,

Cast it around me,

Let everyone know

That I am friends with the night.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

In Orbit

The sun

It hangs like a broken lightbulb

We’re too far and too small to see the dark spots

And planets circle around it

Desperate for heat

For warmth

For the life they hold inside their bodies

Lives that burn them

To death

You

Spin around me like a cyclone

Smelling like fresh laundry

And unspoken truths

And I 

Sit here quietly

We don’t say a word

But your blood rushes loudly

Speaking of all the voices in your veins

Secrets that need to be told;

Spill them.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

My heart is bursting into flames and my skin has turned into a metal cage keeping all the fire inside never letting them out. The steam comes out of my eyes, a desperate release of this heat that’s culminating inside. Next thing you know, I’ll explode like a firework, scattering my rusted insides to the streets then maybe you’ll see first all the scribbles I’ve filled in my head of all the feelings that I’ve been afraid to show because these thoughts are an ocean, a waterfall, a river...they are water, endless water in many different forms and I am scared that you wouldn’t be able to swim in it.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

I am in this mental station where everything is confusing and you don't know what you want to do and you're itching to write but you can't seem too. Even if a million stories in stanzas swift by in my mind, I just can't seem to fit them together or even just put them into paper... I'm even embarrassed at attempting to make this interesting right now...

I'll be back guys, I promise!!!

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

types of people: beautiful things in the sky

meteor shower: postcard from old cities, dreams about new experiences and cities, often wonders about the meaning of love and life, always changing like a chameleon, loves everyone, very wise and gives good advice but feels lost in their own life sometimes, believes that home is not a place but a concept

supermoon: keeper of secrets, overhears strangers’ conversations a lot, loves soft animals, neon lights, old train tickets at the bottom of a bag, lying awake and wondering if someone misses them too, smoky night skies, fiery emotions, doesn’t tell anyone anything, aloof but softies when no one is around

belt of venus: loves the window seat of the plane, sunset is their favourite time of the day, tries their best, loves making people happy, can’t decide their favorite color, reads other people easily, bright eyes, really likes dancing and singing, is always doing crazy things because life is short

aurora borealis: spends most of the day in headphones, mind is always in the clouds, lover of arts, very sensitive, unravels philosophical ideas in casual conversations, gives warm hugs, knows a lot of interesting facts for some reason, understands you completely when you’re feeling really down

moon bows: picking flowers for yourself, dreams about a cozy domestic life in the countryside, loves baby cows, will send anonymous messages to make you smile and writes a lot on birthday letters, highly sentimental and keeps trinkets and sea shells, easily comforted by soft blankets and cookies

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

gahh im not done with the other types of people and I'm seeing more everyday gahhhh

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

I don’t ask for much,

I would just like to witness your smile.

No need for a touch

Because it might not be worth while.

You swoop by me,

Soft and frail,

Like thin glasses

On a worm’s tail;

Fluttering gracefully,

Your spark that adores me.

I’m the synonym of a blooming fireflower,

I’m all yours.

But should I dare for a moment

Reach out to hold your hand

Like butterflies in the garden

Darling, will you land?

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

He’s a charmer,

A casual Casanova

Who falls in love, nevertheless, to every person he touches hands with

He’s fragile,

Like cherry blossoms,

He blooms only just

When you catch him at the right time

Only just, only just

And he’s soft,

Like pastel pink, soft

Coating your room with memories only he can depart you with.

He is a prince

With a past,

Many pasts you’ll have to put up with.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

Petal Stamp

wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly baked cinnamon rolls, sippping tea, writing in a diary, thick worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles

<Through The Night - IU>

Petal Stamp

 While the night is young

She'll write to you

like an open diary

She'll sing to you

as she does it

Knowing but still hoping you'll feel it

As she feels it

 While the night gets older

She'll hum to you

A little lullaby she thought of

sometime within the day

She'll smile to you

The sweetest, most calming

look in her eyes

 And early morning

before the sun wakes up

She'll send it to you

A small parcel,

A piece of her soul

From her every day

And her every night

 Complete with a petal stamp

from the little gardens

she takes care of

a/n: This series of poems are inspired by types of people posts here, on tumblr, that one is from @veurona to whom I’ve shared all of the poems first before I shared this because I’m afraid she’ll be unhappy that I used her post as an inspiration. Also, I search songs that I feel fit the type of person I’m writing about. I hope you like it!

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

He blends with the shadows

When the light is nowhere to be found,

He’ll slide in different corners,

Poppin’ and lockin’ in rough edges;

One with the music,

One with his home,

In the nitty gritty of art the spotlight never manages to capture,

He’s free.

Life is but a planner book filled with tasks ya gotta do written in invisible ink,

And he is just another stranger writing his life on the floors, he’s defied gravity

And we only get to see the small part where the light manages to find him,

Where the sweat looks like droplets of silver, not swollen muscles and bruised thighs from learning how to spin like a figure skater without the ice.

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

Wine Stain

Honey - lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades

<Wine by Suran ft. Changmo Prod. Suga>

Hey babe, the piano keys aren’t the only ones I pay attention too

I can still see you across the room

Your eyes are kinda glaze-y

And I bet you’re getting hazy

I can hear you laugh at the waiter’s jokes

You’re beautiful like starlight

And I have a thing for bright lights

It’s probably the reason why I brought you here

But babe, I’m terrible at these things

And you’ve got a lot more years to go,

I’m almost afraid that I have to let you go

But, hey, I’ll just brush it off like dust on my shoulder

Not minding your wine stain on my dress shirt

While you smile at me and make your way back home

Alone.

a/n: This series of poems are inspired by types of people posts here, on tumblr, that one is from veurona to whom I’ve shared all of the poems first before I shared this because I’m afraid she’ll be unhappy that I used her post as an inspiration. Also, I search songs that I feel fit the type of person I’m writing about, let’s just say that a story popped into my head when I heard “Wine” and thought that Suran’s character fit Honey but I thought it’s interesting to write the poem in the other character’s perspective. I hope you like it!

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

He is summer boy

With daisies on his collar,

A song on his chest

And laughter on his polo,

He surfs the currents like he’s one with the sea,

Conquering the sand and dancing with the trees;

He’s that eternal smile that’s heaven to the eyes,

It’s almost unbearable, the thought of making them cry

And everyone falls for his breezy touch,

Gentle as the sun as she rests into the dust.

He’s an angel,

Apollo’s angel;

Computer games and ocean waves,

Palm trees and sailing seas.

He’ll draw you to him

But not as much as he already is into you

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

As we fly by the sky at night

And my view dims to black, greyish light

Only the faint wisps of clouds pass us by

--I notice,

We’re closer to the stars tonight

And as we dip to land back home

I see the moon’s startling glow

Reflected on the pool of ocean below

--I wonder,

How much do we really know

About life?

[iycmaknaegalaxy]

If you’re reading this, it’s because I just made this and I have a headache because I got really confused creating links but yey to this!!