Poetryyperson

[poetryyyperson]

after finishing the bell jar within a day, i was haunted by its fig tree analogy as if it were my shadow, following me everywhere i went. and so i decided to do what any sane person would do, get a tattoo of a ripe fig cause i know that the choice i make will be the right one, im not gonna sit and starve but pluck the fig with faith and conviction

[poetryyyperson]

after finishing the bell jar within a day, i was haunted by its fig tree analogy as if it were my shadow, following me everywhere i went. and so i decided to do what any sane person would do, get a tattoo of a ripe fig cause i know that the choice i make will be the right one, im not gonna sit and starve but pluck the fig with faith and conviction

[poetryyyperson]

after finishing the bell jar within a day, i was haunted by its fig tree analogy as if it were my shadow, following me everywhere i went. and so i decided to do what any sane person would do, get a tattoo of a ripe fig cause i know that the choice i make will be the right one, im not gonna sit and starve but pluck the fig with faith and conviction

[poetryyyperson]

I don't chase,

I attract. But actually

screw that.

Sometimes, I am the first one

To text, or maybe most of the times.

I think I like the chase. I like the thrill

It gives to my heart. I like the way

you always reply back. I love the way

we interact.

[poetryyyperson]

I don't chase,

I attract. But actually

screw that.

Sometimes, I am the first one

To text, or maybe most of the times.

I think I like the chase. I like the thrill

It gives to my heart. I like the way

you always reply back. I love the way

we interact.

[poetryyyperson]

poem

every memory i form with you

is like a universe waiting to expland

the neurons in my brain keep multiplying

each one branching out

further

faster

its all i can think about

think about you and me

think about not two different words

but us

hey everyone, i am hoping to continue the poem, any suggestions?

[poetryyyperson]

In your eyes (a poem)

In your eyes,

I can build empires,

And see them rise,

Into the golden sky,

Specked with barely seeable stars.

In your eyes,

I can see myself,

See you with me.

But its only going to take,

An earthquake to,

Destroy everything.

Just a blink and,

I will not be there,

Vanishing from your

Safe stormy sight.

[poetryyyperson]

#poetry

[poetryyyperson]

#poetry

[poetryyyperson]

Home, you remind me of home,

If it was a living and breathing entity,

Maybe if it was a face,

Maybe if it was the junction,

At which the lines of my hands meet.

The chaotic tranquility of a voice perhaps?

Simple places of refuge,

I find myself going back to even though,

Not looking back was the only promise I ever made.

Ghosts of the past seem like angels when I

Hopelessly daydream of us at night.

Gazing at you reminds me of home, of

Rain and chamomile tea and honey, of

Evenly cut pictures on my vision board. So

Why do you always go away, when

All I can think of is clutching at your very essence,

Love, you remind me of home, but I am a wanderer.

~~ wrote a little something

[poetryyyperson]

Home, you remind me of home,

If it was a living and breathing entity,

Maybe if it was a face,

Maybe if it was the junction,

At which the lines of my hands meet.

The chaotic tranquility of a voice perhaps?

Simple places of refuge,

I find myself going back to even though,

Not looking back was the only promise I ever made.

Ghosts of the past seem like angels when I

Hopelessly daydream of us at night.

Gazing at you reminds me of home, of

Rain and chamomile tea and honey, of

Evenly cut pictures on my vision board. So

Why do you always go away, when

All I can think of is clutching at your very essence,

Love, you remind me of home, but I am a wanderer.

~~ wrote a little something

[poetryyyperson]

[poetryyyperson]

can we talk about how amazing lana del rey is. like her music makes me feel as if my random existence makes sense. she makes me want to take care of myself and be the best version of myself without feeling stressed

[poetryyyperson]

Being scrupulously shattered is alright.

Each day as you walk in the sea of truth

Leaving behind the haunting past , you

Invent a beaming barrier that defines

Every Vinci in your perfect flaws

Vulnerable are those critics who don’t know your lion like spirit, so

Even if you every face failure don’t forget to BELIEVE

[poetryyyperson]

hi

Helloooooo

[windspoem]

november seventeen, 2023

[anxietyproblem]

What do you want for Christmas?

[ongerustheid]

therapy

[poetryyyperson]

Omg therapy as in the new series I’ve been dying to read and this one book from my tbr too