BowsAndChokers

My poems wear bows and pour their blood into words.

[ribbonsandchokers]

Welcome to the place where I try to add beauty to pain by turning them into words.

NOT ROMANTICIZING PAIN.

This place is for the people who still wait to lock eyes with that one person. For people who cry at 2AM thinking "would a pretty make it better?" For people who flinch near their family but still say "If I'm hurting, I'll make it look pretty."

Might sometimes not write like how I meant to because I either forget or write in the moment :(

You may call me Kitsune Lapin or Cr@ckhead Darling depending on the way you ache.

Kitsune Lapin is for the fragile bunnies who admires wild foxes and Cr@ckhead Darling is for the aching beauties that is still mourning the ones who didn't choose them 🎀

I write about him. I write about any kind of ache in my chest.

[ribbonsandchokers]

Im not allowed to smoke.

I'm not allowed to smoke

And you're a bad man with a cold heart.

A grown up with his puberty by his side.

So I'm going to eat ur lungs to feel better.

Scars on my body won't help.

White flowers blossom on my arm.

I'm not letting you see them

So I don't feel like I should've been happy,

A happy daughter with a decent mind.

So I'm going to stab your heart as much as you hurt us.

Then I'm going to eat your lungs because I'm not allowed to smoke.

-Kitsune Lapin

[ribbonsandchokers]

Seductive stars.

Dear Cupid, you aimed right into my heart.

Were you so sad that day

when the lovers broke up?

Maybe tears were shattering

right when you aimed for him.

You drew your bow and took your aim,

right where the moonlight hit him.

Were you too distracted?

Too sleepy to think?

Maybe you just didn’t know

the rules of destiny

and surely, my name wasn’t written next to his.

Maybe that day, someone fell out of love.

Maybe someone lost their belief in you.

Maybe your hands were shaking when you aimed for his heart.

Just at the end, you were called by the stars,

right when you were supposed to make him fall in love.

The beauty of night, the breeze kissed your skin,

the moonlight gleamed into your eyes.

Dear Cupid, tell me then

when will you remember to hit him?

[ribbonsandchokers]

Heyyyy so I was wondering others opinion of if y'all like to read short, long or medium length poems? :p I honestly love to read any length poems as long as it has words in it loll and write any lenght, too. Though I don't write longgg poems muchhh but I want to!

[ribbonsandchokers]

God, hopefully you hear this one, sorry—not sorry.

By Kitsune Lapin

And so if God is real,

I admit I'm a sinner.

I admit, I wished his creation was never real.

I admit, I prayed for his creation to be gone forever

And I think that way everything is better.

So if it's sin to wanna die,

I admit I have sinned,

Because all of the screaming,

All of the prayers for you to take my life.

Yet you never replied.

So if it's sin to release pain,

I admit, God, once again that I'm a sinner.

Because I cut my flesh open,

Then drank my own poison.

So yes, God.

I admit, I'm a sinner.

[ribbonsandchokers]

Can't pull the trigger, can't pull the threads out

By Cr@ckhead darling

He's been stitched into my heart.

As you would guess,

That was painful.

In the best way possible.

I watched the sew go through my heart,

The blood was dripping on the side.

The needle sewed with no mercy in sight.

Would I rather eating glass?

Definitely better.

"Move on"

Is what people say utterly.

"Crazy"

Is what people name me.

When I try to explain,

He's stitched into my heart

And it hurts to pull the threads out.

He might've walked away,

But the threads remain loyal.

And I can't keep it under the floorboards forever.

I will keep telling my friends I'm in love.

I will run around the field sticking to my words.

I will keep writing metaphors of love.

He never held my hand,

But his sweet words were enough to sew the thread to my heart.

I never got the chance to call him "my love"

I lick my own blood,

But I won't pull the threads out.

[ribbonsandchokers]

Where Fate Doesn't Matter.

By Cr@ckhead Darling

This dawn,

I want fate to decide.

I want it to whisper the answer,

Despite the cruelty of fate.

So I take a coin to flip my fate.

I choose the tails.

If it's the tails,

I get to love you again.

If it's the heads,

I forget the image of stars from that night.

But there's something I know,

Head or tails,

Now or later,

Happy or sad,

With you or without,

I will choose your scent.

So it keeps me ponder:

Will I ever not choose you?

Not yearn for your voice and touch?

With endless prayers that flies around the sky,

Soon that falls into pieces—

Cuts my eyes till it sees me bleeding.

Your name is written in my heart,

With knives and love.

I never complained about the blood,

I wrote poems of the cuts.

That love always made me feel sick—

But lately,

I find myself wanting to let go.

[ribbonsandchokers]

I don't miss a feeling.

But there's an emptiness,

An emptiness something should've filled.

Perhaps a feeling,

Perhaps a feeling that should've blossom.

Maybe I can fill it with blades and obsession.

[ribbonsandchokers]

The thing you ripped away

By Crackhead Darling

I open my chest,

where I lay the memories.

I know, I lack something

And I crave it.

I go through them all,

To see what I never had.

I look for the reasons I bleed,

Reasons why I shed tears.

The moments you yelled,

So maybe that way,

I find the thing you ripped away.

[ribbonsandchokers]

This poem isn't about love <3 it's about not even being able to cry about what you lack because you don't even know if it's a big thing or even what do you lack but you just know.