Poetry Collection ^^

I’ve been getting into!!! A bit of silly poetry recently for fun, and we’re much too embarrassed to post these anywhere else so these are spacehey exclusive I guess!! 

I’ll be updating this blog post whenever I write more to add them ^^

I’m definitely not an incredible writer and especially not with poems but these are my best shot at the craft! They mean something to me and that’s all it needs to do I suppose.

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The Sun (29/08/2023)

I reach towards the sun 

My leaves lush green 

It soaks my skin and warms my face,

Casting me in its glow 

I reach for the sun

Growing towards it, my vines twist 

Above me it sits 

Soaking my skin in its radiance

I reach up at the sun

My leaves viscid green 

It sears across the blazing sky,

But I am rooted in place

I grasp at the sun

My leaves languish wilting

Its light where I cannot reach,

Leaving me in the dark

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To Taste (01/09/2023)

A deviant nature hidden

Profound and forbidden

Blood pumping fast, 

My heart beats uneven

Sensation erupts in my soul

Across my skin from inside 

Human senses overwhelmed, 

All inhibition untied

Letting free the flood

Clawing and gasping breath

As blood drips down, 

My tongue scours dry lips

Burning, bubbling to the surface

I scramble for purchase, 

It brings me to my knees 

With taste sharp and metallic 

The ache in my heart known, 

When the taste is finally shared 

Ripping the other apart

To find connection to the core

Yellow teeth tear at flesh

Good sense cast aside

Blood pumping fast, 

Our hearts beat in unison

A vulgar scene painted

I wear a crown of viscera

You, an image remade in red

Of wanting what you cannot have

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The Grass (03/08/2024)

Goodbye, 

I’m not made for this world

I feel everything too much

I have never fit in right

I don’t think I ever will

It’s all too much for me

So I think I will go to sleep

In the field with my dreams

I have felt guilty for being alive,

the burden of my life on others

If you want to reach me, 

you can find me in the grass

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12/12/2012 (04/10/2024)

Ever since I was seven, I’ve had this

recurring thought 

of the idea that one day, humanity

will perform the perfect string of

mundane actions;

Typing the right letters on a

keyboard,

clicking a pen the right number of

times,

folding a piece of paper in just the

right way.

Everyone disappears into a bright

light, taken up into heaven,

having completed our earthly mission.

I told my seven year old self that this

would happen,

on the twelfth second, of the twelfth

minute, at twelve o’clock

on the twelfth of December, 2012

My school sat us all down, cross

legged in the assembly hall,

staring up at a big timer counting 

down to that twelfth second.

The world didn’t end,

I never told anyone that I thought it would.

I don’t even believe in heaven,

I didn’t then either.

But I longed for the perfect string of

actions,

to know just what to do,

to have a future, or not,

it didn’t matter as long as I knew

when it was coming and what it was.

I don’t know anymore than I did 12 years ago.