#pseudo poetry

[silverspoonsandbutterknives]

Too young to have a quarter life crisis

Too old to be this childish

[lajeunefillenfeu]

i don’t know what you’re up to but i still remember you only like mushrooms if they’re cut into tiny little pieces so that they don’t taste that strong.

i can’t tell you anything but you’re still the first person i think of when i want to talk shit about a bad movie i watched.

it’s gonna be your birthday in two months and i have at least three gift ideas, too bad we don’t talk anymore, so i can’t give you anything.

you’re never gonna sleep over in the summer but i still remember the first meal we ever had and how we never seemed to agree about food except for potatoes, our favourite thing in the world. but i remember you hate peppers, and that you drink your coffee with only one small spoon of sugar as long as the cup is full so you can taste it fully and slowly and i know you still remember i take it black, bitter and short, a bit like me, a bit like my mood.

how many of the lollipops i gave you the last summer we saw each other have you got left?

what are you going to wear for your graduation? do you know i lied to my parents about an exam i didn’t actually give? i brought you luck on your first exam, and i brought you luck on the last, but i’m sure you didn’t bring any of the fidget toys i gifted you last time.

i saw the plush wolf on your post, do you still keep it by the computer on your desk? i hid the doll cat you gave me because its face reminded me too much of yours for some reason.

do you ever miss my hugs like i do yours? do you ever wish you could hold my hand?

i am destined to forget you but i still remember your eyes and their warm honey color, and the dimple on your cheekbone and the mole beside your eye; do you remember my dark stormy eyes and the light freckles on my nose you used to find pretty? will you still find them pretty in a year or five or ten or in another lifetime?

i still remember violins are your favourite musical instrument, i see you in every song.

for all the summers to come i will hope to turn a corner in a mall and find you there, just inside a bookshop looking for kpop albums or books, standing there with your head who knows where, your hair like sand through my fingers, cause i still remember you love the sea and i still think i held the sun every time we were together. am i still the moon to you? can i still pull the tides towards me hoping you’re there floating upon the shallow?

[pseudomenudo]

Unloved

How to love a boy who can not love you

Not because he doesn’t want to, no

But because your wires and his are crossed

In different directions

You are manufactured to crave and give affection

To drown your lover with your attention

He is constructed with different materials

Though he can reassure you, aid you in difficult times

He can not hold you when you cry

Or tell you he loves you when he says goodbye

You dream in love, in sweet caresses

In a lovers kiss, in tender expressions

His touch is cold, his mouth is set

He will not love you, the way you’re meant

He will not love you, not now, not ever

Give up now, let him go

In your heart you already know

He is not your destined “Forever”.

You deserve so much more.

[sadistic-girls-blog]

¿Por qué tenemos que complicar todo?

[electricblueals-dustygarage]

The icy fjords surround me,

The sleeping giants of stone.

And waiting is so empty,

When all the ghosts have gone.

I could live the thousand of lives,

Come to the universe’s edge.

There is no sight of you around,

But ashes of forgotten pledge.

I’m falling from the mountain ledges

Right in the onyx darkness of the night

Between the old and yellow pages,

That I’d like to burn and to re-write.

[dying-cero-blog]

Café.

Unos ojos tan cafés que bien podrían confundirse con las noches. Las noches que en velo he pasado pensando como sería perderme en ellos. Tan misteriosos que parecen tener voces. Tan profundos que provocan celos. La mejor inspiración para componer, escribir o simplemente pensar, me la ha dado un par de ojos. No importa de quienes sean. He encontrado miradas que desean y merecen que se escriban versos acerca de ellos.

[pseudomenudo]

Beware falling in love with a writer

For you will become her muse

The pain you cause to her

She will surely use

[pseudomenudo]

I listen to the rain

Soothing as it hits my windowpane

Gentle at first, then intense all at once

I am keenly aware of every nuance

And almost as if right on cue

It makes me think of you.