some poetry I've written!

I do just want to start this by saying my experience with poetry is both disgustingly sudointellectual and practiced almost entirely through the reading of screenshots on tumblr with sugar pink backgrounds and tags such as “girlblogging” or “weird girl” - more so than this whenever I do decide to blurt out thick lines of memory out and onto paper this desire is almost always goaded on by three things; insomnia, an impending emotional breakdown, and overconsumption of pot - so to open this and assume this is going to be the best poetry you have ever read… well, maybe it will be, but I doubt it.

Nonetheless these are all very dear to me and like a crow or small child showing off a strange array of little trinkets I do hope you will find a way to bite your tongue and give a small nod and wave even if they are quite terrible.

Yearn 

My hands reach out like a babe’s

Grasping at the chilling air as it bites deeper into my fingertips

Waiting for a warmth that’s not coming

A hand to grasp the pain away

Eyes frozen shut from tears and years of sleepless nights

Yet even in darkness I can see

You in all your golden glory as lamplight dances in your eyes

But my hands are getting numb

And even if your fingers were to clasp around mine to my surprise

They could never close to hold you like a promise

Because in all my years of yearning

And all the hands I’ve held

I have learned but just one thing

To want no matter what

Is my permanent state of being (July 2025)

I do not know how to move in this viscous ocean named my heart (the pyre) 

I do not know how to swim beside you, there is no sign of shore

nor why you couldn’t have fallen for

A girl who’s heart is dryer,

instead of diving headfirst in

Yet I still do know one thing;

if my aching limbs begin to tire

your hand will clasp in mine so tight

the starts alight

and we will drown in fire (May 2026)

Kiss 

Why must all the world’s pleasures come with all hell’s shame as confession drops like blood from your hands

We were not made to feast upon the fruits of life and yet in doing so brought the world anew as much as any god did (June 2026) 

If given the opportunity 

Would you cling to me like glue

When you kiss the bottle do you think of me

Do you see me as I see you

in all your fleeting grace

I now doubt if I can stay

my eyes just mirrors of your perfect face

Will you love me when I go away? (December 2024)

Cuckoo 

I am a soft bird

I am delicate

I am damaged

Bring me inside

Tell me I’m ok

Reassure me I’m alright now

I’m not

I bring fire with me wherever I go

I don’t want to but I will hurt you

I hurt everyone in the end

I am soft like a cuckoo

I am delicate like a bomb

I will damage you

Kill me

Take pity upon us both (October 2024)

Rotting iron lung 

Let me slowly poison myself breathing in your every breath

consuming all the air your body can’t take lips locked and eyes closed

until my lungs are filled with you and 

I suffocate from love (August 2024)

Rabid 

A dog who hates and a dog who fears only bite the same to a man who has never known the threat of the muzzle (May 2024)

While yes I have written more than just this over my life the other poems are either great big rambling things I couldn’t subject anyone to, especially not two at a time or conversely one line only and therefore not really exactly poetry.

Please if you read this tell me what you think; if I am anything I’m a sucker for a review.