#medium poem

[npiyr]

Factual and chaotic

I am cosmic end come for your thoughts I am the priest of alien gods One stands up when one falls One head stares another nods In between chaos and between splendor Like viscera churned by god-like blender Man can see as he looks beyond Sky full of thieves woe begone Sea lions play in pinkish skies Love is born as a lover dies I sit plucking my lute beneath the tree My mistress chaos entrusts to me A gentle kiss on my cheek A gentle word only she may speak The world turns eleven moons around it I stare into the the ground as I speak “Woe to those who roam for free Woe to those who follow me Woe be to those who believe In mistress visage green Woe to women Woe to men Woe the that between them Woe to children not yet born Woe to plants with sit without thorn Woe to those who would harm Woe to those who fish, build, hunt or farm Blessed truth and blessings be Blessed is he who murders me” My love looks on approvingly And kisses my heart so gently That when I stir and do to her What she would do to me I feel no love but simply peace I am the one who loves itself Chaos thrown in scarlet felt and touched upon sweet Ganymede My lover dies when I sing her name so sweet Her eyes are red Her tongue is forked Her lips as fresh as a wine uncorked I touch her body slower than slow And she beats my flesh with a horse-hair bow.

[love-is-overrated-and-addicting]

I was so far away from you

but you were unmistakable

even in the light of the dark evening.

So too was the girl you were with

the one that clung to your arm

and rested her head on your shoulder.

You were so close together

she could smell you, hold you, touch you,

in ways I’ve longed to do again for so many months.

My mind opened its doors to all the unwelcome emotions

hatred, envy, jealousy, danger, they all raced to enter my mind

I never stopped them.

But so too did another visitor come in

The all too familiar sadness that I’ve tried to banish

since the first time you broke my heart.

Sadness was shoved along

jostled alongside the racing emotions

like she didn’t even want to be there in the first place.

She didn’t compete for a place in my mind

not like envy or hatred who eventually won out,

no.

She waited patiently for me until I believed all the other visitors had left

then she attacked me more viciously than any of the others had

and there, in my heart, she stays.

[deermoji]

we met as spring began to give way to summer in that warm, messy haze all i can remember clearly is your long, soft hair wrapped around your finger (I still think your name sounds like a song as it falls from my mouth) the sun burned bright that summer hotter and hotter as the days stretched endlessly, turning my skin red but still, it wasn’t as hot as my lips when they met yours; my own midsummer’s night dream as the fireflies began to dance to the cricket’s music all I could think of was your bashful smile as I held you close that fall, you held me close as the days grew dark even if it seems cliche, I know you drove away the shadows keeping me warm with your soft hands and gentle words in winter, you loved me most I could see it in your eyes, in every breath you took you were happy (and so was I) but still, you seemed distant even as we laughed over hot chocolate your mind was somewhere else (I wonder, now, if you knew all along what would happen in spring) winter once again stretched to spring birds chirped, and your name still sang off my tongue but I still remember the way you said mine the last time and then left me as the flowers starting blooming even now, the sounds of the birds remind me of you

to the girl who left me behind (a.h., 2016)

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Blinky

He came before the Parliament Seventy-five percent of his body Was skeletal

The other percent was recognizable Except singed and decaying

He was screaming A low pitched smoky cry To the skies above

She couldn't tell if he was angry or sorrowful But she knew the wails were sounds of Sounds of agony

The situation seemed like something Out of a horror film That was the point

The image of a zombified koala screaming in agony Is a distressing one

He came before Parliament for a reason He came with a message, a reminder, The incarnation of the billions of animals lost

To the bushfires And the habitat so ravaged by flames

A warning of what's to come If things don't change.

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Sunny & Luna

She found herself Drawn to dolls but moreso To a pair of twins

One named "Sunny" And the other dubbed "Luna"

In them, she saw two halves Two halves of her being

At one point, she was like "Sunny" Optimistic and exuberant Even sharing similar interests

But that part of her died

Died and became eclipsed Gone was her "sunny" side What came was a husk

A shadowy husk of dimmed light

She became cynical and (less than) halfhearted A seething dislike of "sunny" people (Sunny, the doll, however, is more endearing)

Always in the shadows Practically unseen

At least, she'd muse, Luna's eyes sparkle. Though, the light in her own had dimmed

In a sense, she was divided in two The parts of her that died And the part that would eclipse them

The dolls are twins As different as their namesakes In memories, Sunny was the girl she was

And, currently, Luna is the girl she became

[bowsandclawspoetry]

A poem specifically about bed rotting and my experience with it, as well as mental health’s effect and how it can get out of control for the victim

(Again, know that it’s okay to be faced with mental health, that you are loved and that, at the very least, I love you. Please never give up hope, and if it seems like nothing will change for the better, survive long enough to where you’re proven wrong. It’ll get better eventually. <3 /p)

[bowsandclawspoetry]

A medium-sized poem where you can either depict it as a poet in love who can’t show their poems to the crush the work is made for, or a poet who is afraid of being judged yet yearns for attention :3

[peace-and-light-poetry]

What the Mirror Shows

She hated mirrors Not for what it was, of course not But because of what it showed

Mirrors showed what was true Thus, her reflection hid no secrets It showed what she had seen

She saw her reflection glaring, sneering, and snickering at her Bloody and covered in bruises Horrifically marred, almost to the point of death

To put it simply, decay was what she had seen

In every mirror, she had seen decay Seeing that image mock her again and again Yet, she never brought herself to destroy them

The mirrors showed what she wanted to deny And what many others didn't seem to see Mirrors showed the truth

Quietly, she begged them to stop tormenting her

For she didn't want to admit it She didn't want to see it for herself The decay

The mirrors knew that She knew that And she hated the idea of facing it.