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🌷Lucy | 18 |she/her🌷 I make silly little poems and art :)

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"brothers,” a special audio drama celebrating the release of OMORI vol. 3 in japan 🏀 🍳

VA: Okamoto Nobuhiko

[lucyanaluz]

“Emotion Ocean”

Walking along the shores

Gazing at deep blue sea

Only letting the smallest ripples

touch me

Skimming over the deep waters

with reaching fingers

As others freely dive in.

the ocean blue in which they swim

reflects in my eyes a deeper hue.

Small ripples aren’t enough

Waters rush through

Tidal waves like tsunamis hit

After going too far

and drowning in it.

Underneath the seas,

blue oceans all I see

Breath bubbles up

and the ocean is welcomed

into all of me.

[lucyanaluz]

“Flight”

Walking through the slender aisle,

I peer around to see

Seas of seats, rows of threes compile

until I find the window one belonging to me

I slide pass two and on the third I perch

with my large luggage stuffed overhead

and the plane beginning to lurch

the surroundings blurring past as it sped

With a quickening pace and a gaining height

The ground jumped far away,

and the plane was in flight

soaring up to where the rain dances and clouds lay

The sun is always bright,

by the warmth of my window

I see cloudy puffs white,

And in the night the stars glow

and everything feels right

(plane rides can be pretty calming.. but I still get a little anxious traveling!! I had to take a hiatus due to finals but its finally summer break 🌺 have fun and be safe all ☺️)

[lucyanaluz]

Poetry Exercises in the Creative Writing Club 🌷

Random words can create art 📃📄

[lucyanaluz]

“Darkness”

Of course it gets dark when the sun goes down.

The world is the same it was before the blanket of night covered the sky,

One’s eyes may as well be covered by the blanket.

Though it’s harder to view the world around,

And well known objects become shapes and shadows,

The world is the same, just dimmer.

Of course it gets dark when the sun goes down.

The cycle of night to day has never swayed,

Many before have walked dark paths.

Consciously stepping,

For in the night, eyes become hands and feet.

And ears become liars.

Of course it gets dark when the sun goes down.

The sound of creaking and movement,

Could be a fence, could be a car passing by.

Changing shadows,

Could be clouds casting down.

A cold breeze causes shivers and shifting eyes.

Of course it gets dark when the sun goes down.

The sound of successive steps,

Following, tracking, chasing.

A person in the shadows,

Waiting and watching behind the next corner,

reaching out and causing shivers and shock.

Of course it gets dark when the sun goes down,

But does the world get darker with it?

[lucyanaluz]

“Narcissist’s mind”

You are always right,

When you are not, you still stand to fight.

Your feelings are supreme,

while the feelings of others go unseen.

You refuse to do any labor,

or anything not in your favor.

To you, achievements are unknown,

unless you can flaunt them as your own.

Your apologies to the people are not true;

you just can not stand the attention off you.

(oh why, why, do I love you?)

[lucyanaluz]

“Cars In The Night”

In the dark of night on a darker yet road,

A car drives up a slope.

From afar the rear lights float,

Soaring upwards with quick ease.

The slope’s smooth curve is covered by clouds,

Only the top has a visible mound.

The weightless car appears to fly,

The dark conceals the truth for passerby.

The lights ascend then disappear,

over the top, beyond, with no fear.

Within the car, a windshield view,

only shows the dizzying darkness in front of you.

The driver fears the car will slip,

eyes on the gas gauge as it continues to tip.

The shadow hides the rough terrain,

that causes car wheels piercing pain.

A heavy foot is placed on the gas,

but the slope seems higher, higher,

and the car is not moving fast.

The ascent is made, but not quick,

and further darkness in sight

as the slope begins to dip.

[lucyanaluz]

“The Seasons”

You’re as bright and beautiful

as spring flowers blooming anew

Your smiling eyes glimmer and shine

like ocean waves in summer daylight

Your image twirls through my mind

like the colorful autumn leaves as they fall

Your touch so soft and comforting

like a warm haven in the winter cold

The seasons come and go,

But you always remain in my heart,

Loved through every one.

[lucyanaluz]

“Freefall”

Born from the clouds above,

As you fall

Hands of time

Pushing you into the soil.

So subtle,

The hands on your back.

Falling

Minutes to hours,

Hours to eternity.

Are the hands of time

truly there?

Reflect behind you;

Realize how quickly

you’ve fallen.

The place where you were born

Is a speck in the distance.

Pulled into the soil,

Wishing to be in the sky once more;

Regretting not on what you did,

Rather on what you didn’t

But

There is only down,

One fall,

One lifetime.

Never forget

The hands of time

Are still on your back.

[lucyanaluz]

“New Year's Resolutions”

-Get Money

-Quit my job

-Win the hot dog competition

-Lose weight

-Find romance

-Break up with girlfriend

-Solve world hunger (tell nobody)

-Save the trees

-Make a life scale paper mache project

-Study more

-Get more sleep

-Advocate for anti bullying

-Express your frustrations and attack people daily

-Defend my right to free speech

-Harass people who have wrong opinions.

-Become a lifeguard

-Learn how to swim

-Reduce my screen time

-Start a youtube channel

-Go running daily

-Buy car

-Be healthy

-Start smoking and alcohol to reduce stress

( made this one with my best friend, you always want what you can’t have right?? Or sometimes the things we want contradict- wah i want it all!!)

[lucyanaluz]

“A Summer Bird Painted on the Winter Rocks”

As the bright yellow sun of summer dies down,

Skies fill with puffs of gray and white.

The wind whistles in a way that caresses my face,

bringing warmth in the cold.

As the leaves turn orange, yellow and brown,

They fall gracefully, softly, like a bird in a flight.

A sudden crunch and another falls,

But the movement is rough,

A sound unnatural, different from all.

Winds change.

Whistling wind whips my face,

Fills me with cold and dread.

The source befalls on top of the rocks,

under the barren trees.

The yellow sun shining bright,

Soft gray and white clouds,

Have fallen from the sky;

Been found in the dark.

Winter can kill the summer breeze,

Everything on the trees.

But your brightness on a dying day,

Will be forever painted in my memory.

[lucyanaluz]

“My Magical Bed”

Yesterday morning as I awoke,

I noticed my bed was suddenly afloat.

It flew here, there, I never cared why!

Soon enough it was moving through the sky.

Alarm on snooze, I slept my way to school,

Miss out on good sleep? I’m no fool!

When I’m feeling drained after a Pre-Calc test,

My magic bed appears so I can rest.

After a delicious lunch and I’m fully fed,

I go straight into a food coma in my magic bed.

Gym class and exercise are often tiring,

So for my magic bed I came hiring.

School was done, and my bed still roamed

I took the chance and slept the way home.

But to my surprise, when I awoke,

I was in my room once again;

And my bed could no longer float.

[lucyanaluz]

Like a Lotus-

Rise from the mud of hardship, let the rain of negativity slide off your petals, survive and open yourself to the warm sunlight that follows.

[lucyanaluz]

“The Garden”

I love to see the flowers,

petals with colorful hues,

pink, purple and blue.

the warmth of the sun caresses my face,

and a glimmer catches my eye

from the translucent vases nearby.

I sit in the garden for hours.

The flowers bloom bright,

and the vases shine in the light.

Many flowers pass me by,

as they are potted to leave the grassy side.

The vases seem much dimmer,

once the sunlight stops its shimmer.

To try to keep one for my own,

brings a tiring walk home.

With clumsy hands,

the vase will crack.

Caring brings too many demands,

and its neglected petals fade to black.

I’d rather they stay here,

Where being too close doesn’t matter.

In the garden I am free,

with no responsibilities to burden me.

I wonder when I am alone,

If I am expected to take one with me home.

If I stay alongside them as they grow,

they may grow taller than I would have ever known.

So in the garden I remain,

laying beside the flowery plain.

I smile at the vases shine,

but I have no desire for it to be mine.

A gentle breeze carries my worries away,

as the flowers around sway.

In this way,

I’d like to stay by their side,

day by day.