OC poetry

Here to share some original poetry

[qeuetaco]

To you, Mom.

You know that song, heart and soul It's the first song I play every time I sit down The piano that came with our new place, Even a little out of tune it sounds great I wish I could play with you and Grandma again When I do play it by myself, I feel her in my memory sitting next to me Now I have to imagine I feel you as well I don’t think you’ll ever visit this place either

7 years we lived in our last home The walls never got to know your presence even once I dreamed of showing you the painting works I did Bricks on an island counter A patio fit for a long sit and a joint with someone special I spent so much time healing in that place 7 years of growing farther and farther apart The healing salves, applied liberally and methodically acting as a barrier between us that only gets wider I lean in, you lean away because you’re afraid And so we sway Towards and away, Away, we stay.

[yannydubs]

Shame is a necklace

Brilliantly crafted

From an alloy of actions

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I broke a promise today

The one I made for myself

A sandpaper itch

Scratching and tearing at my heart

[reeces--pieces]

burning in the snow

rotisserie, i turn over again both sides burnt black now when will the flames die down? when my life fuels them no more

i can't go out the way i came in so i have to come in the way i went out speaking endlessly in perfect circles admiring their unending curves

there's something beautiful in everything there's something beautiful in me chained against my heart it throbs desperate to be spared my fate

i'd beg for any title given to me any halfhearted acknowledgement of life an admission that i existed here that i haven't wasted my time

[yannydubs]

The days fold away from me

Like an origami crane restless to fly away

I sit in my smoke and ash

Tearless in the icy winds of winter

My eyes hurt from the frost

And yet I still sit in it

[fromhersoul]

[qeuetaco]

There’s a 5th ‘F’ and it’s the word fuck with ten ‘U’s in the middle

I haven’t always taken the best care of myself Neglect as a kid taught me to shrink small The “F”s in my head form a singing quartet Their song an epic earworm of a sirens call There’s a prize under one of these cups They’re fight, flight, freeze and feign Choose correctly and I am rewarded with more of the same

How does one teach their body and mind that they’re worth anything When life has been lived in survival mode and delusion When do I finally get to know what I don’t know? Years spent in therapy peeling back my minds layers of confusion All while navigating a world not meant for, even the healthiest version of me A tragedy for certain without any clarity or conclusion

[reeces--pieces]

a statistic in the sand

your light was in my eyes as i closed them tonight i woke up blind to the stars another hope lost to time

i don't recall monotone sound the world painted monochrome the whispers of monogamy with your monopoly on my heart

directed at walls to reach you at the top of the tower never able to take the jump down into my arms

one step off and into the void space and time making way for you the seconds tick down and you stay still the neverending end has claimed you again

[thoughtkick]

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”

— Mik Everett

[qeuetaco]

I’m not happy But I’m not depressed anymore Not fully angry But I’m getting there for sure

Baby, I hate to burst this bubble Because it’s so damn fun to Pretend and play house in the rubble While I trace the line of your stubble Can we cut to the part where we fix the trouble I’ll never put myself above you You don’t have to worry about what I won’t do I’ve already decided not to do it Literally whatever you want, I’ll come through it I’m your chameleon, no color I won’t go through To please the softest and hardest parts of you You can count on me, I’m your fool

[paper-wounds]

[paper-wounds]

[qeuetaco]

That's it, that's the whole thing

If this is the groove I want to be moved

[qeuetaco]

Deleted

Sometimes I write it all out I never hit send Just delete delete delete If I thought there was even a chance You’d want in I’d probably do it after some drinks Let myself get there Type up the contents of my hearts desires See if it ignites anything, stokes these fires

The longer I carry this torch The more it burns me quietly Hot to the touch but silently, nightly Consume me, it always fills me up to the core Cool this fire the only way you know how I’m in your bed now, I want in your head now Like you live in mine Rent free, all of the time Delete delete delete

[qeuetaco]

Stranger

Strange to be estranged Never expected it to be this quiet between us It’s strained, what isn’t being said. I’m changed And you never will Accept the healing bits Instead of picking at the scab in your mind Proving the flesh is actually weak When the mind is finally working, Peak.

[qeuetaco]

I’m a writer Yet I have nothing to show for it I write for myself. I am my target audience, so I don’t tell anyone I’m a writer. I am an artist You can see where this is going. I’m trying to find myself so I can step into the world more as that person I don’t need to define myself I need to refine myself.

I hope to do so many things yet feel stuck on a very small island I can see the world on the horizon Growing slightly closer, then I turn and look around at the water surrounding my security. It’s so much easier to sit and enjoy my own company Than to try to swim to that shore in the distance To be with people that don’t understand me.

[qeuetaco]

Thirsty

We water the plants that we think need it the most The others are still a little thirsty, watching.

[qeuetaco]

Impossibly stuck in a fantasy world Why would I want to leave for reality It’s taking me apart deliciously Part by part, my grey heart You don’t even know you could get it like that Snap