I’ve got a feeling you know
How
To move me.
Into a place,
A moment,
A memory.
One I will look back on
Fondly,
Softly.
Within the full breadth of time,
I will love you,
I will love you,
I will love you.
Author: delightedpessimist
I am the delighted pessimist. Purveyor of sadness, happiness, and everything in between. Also cheesy statuses because I never know what else to put here.
I’m Still Ugly, you’re still fat.
A painting of a woman,
Seen through the eyes of a girl.
Wide, wondering,
How she could have been so
Tired.
Stretched out skin,
A pallor unbecmoning;
An echo of teenage elasticity;^,,,
Losing the
plasticity
of youth.
Do you know her?
A droll mask of age.
Predictable in her grooves,
The shadows haunting eyes,
Heart,
Mind.
...and do you mind?
If she sits awhile nearby.
Face reflecting on
water;
where she would like to be.
Rivulet Fever
Dig at the scab
Watch the blood
Readied in its chamber
Before
Spilling out
Red-hot bullets
Beauty soft and sharp
Needle-edged kiss
We show our fangs
Weak-kneed by blood lust
You tear into me
A hunger lost
In the dizzying pollen
The oils of your skin
A sweet honey
You cave to the taste
While I become alone again
Drowning in the effervescent musk
Twilight lost in the bleeding dusk
I've lost the metaphor,
The melody
Carries on.
The Unknown
A painful rhythm
Lungs fill
Choking on realties
While the water weeds
Lie still.
She calls in the empty night
Silent wanderer
Taking flight.
Reverberations of
Feathered sound.
An owl can only know so much.
Her wings glide,
Slow.
Now the world guides her back,
Over the garden wall.
See You in Seattle
Opportunity is gentle in her lust.
Emptied,
Shattered,
These particles run amok and
I miss you so much.
How silly to think this was it.
A gentleman
A vagrant
A perfect fit.
Now sinking,
A vessel of anxiety,
A boat on the high sea,
A tidal wave forgotten in this misery.
Our flame it burns so brightly
A scream rendered silent ever nightly
I wander.
Wonder.
Running into ghosts of you
Forever stuck in September.
Ars Poetica
Poetry should not be hindered by objectivity
The only thing it needs to be
Is a catalyst born from brevity.
/
Poetry is shaking hands and carpal tunnel
It is rhyming schemes and a tattered journal
It is now, tomorrow, yesterday, and maybe later.
/
It comes from the rain, bubbling out,
the laughter from a baby’s mouth.
It changes with the seasons
It grows in both directions
/
Every new passion,
pain,
forges a new page;
A style immortalizing moments in that way.
/
And there when you look is where you’ll always find me.
Compounded in the confines,
the freedom in my poetry.
Morbidity of Love
Hot flashes colliding in a sun car
The intensity of a look
The baring of soul
Framed by the absurdity of my socked foot
We swallowed each other whole
Started back at school which always make me more productive lol. Will hopefully start posting more regularly again. Thank you everyone who’s continued to follow me it really means a lot❤️
Diluted and Somber
I've tried to make families from dozens of friends
But they never seem to stick through the end
Destructive decisions, shorter conversations.
With all of these failures I shouldn't pretend
That I've got such a lot
Of time.
And if there is something missing from me
Getting by from the skin of my teeth
If you don't want me around here that's fine
It's starting to get easier
Most of the time.
My brain likes to lie to me
Saying they've all abandoned me
And every Nana Grizol song still makes me cry
I'm trying to heal
And I never had an adolescence
Worth talking
About.
And that makes me bitter
And that makes me scared
I'm worried that somehow it's made me impaired.
Turn me into a melody
Someone worth singing about
Pull me from this waking dream
Tell me how to symbolize, to categorize all of my thoughts into digestible chunks for everyone
to see,
to look at,
to measure.
My confidence was lost when I didn't have a tether.
Run-on sentences
Angry over grievances
Too tired to care.
I've run miles in words
But they're never good enough.
I can never get my point across and,
Simplification lacks luster.
Welcome to the end of my rope for the day.
Where body-heat has cooled to a contemplative dew.
I've never been the type to run quiet with rage
Though sometimes the silence speaks louder.
I Only Walk in Your Shoes
Sometimes breathing is the only function I can manage.
An automatic process.
Meanwhile you're paralyzed by the mess
A cardiac arrest of the mind,
Nothing solid.
Out of reach, out of mind, didn't know we'd run out of time.
I dreamt of something I no longer need.
A memory of a time when you were still here to talk through it all with me.
And aren't you?
Are you?
I've been here before and I've never been born and I don't know how to think of the sea anymore.
If the skies could give you back to me,
If you could just lend me your shoes,
I promise I'd get them back to you
But only if you'll stay,
Only if you'll stay.
I don’t know if I’m mean or petty but I’m definitely something and it’s all in here.
My aux cord is broken and every song on the radio reminds me of things I want to forget.
You stayed away when I asked you to,
Kept up with me to see how I’d bleed.
Fond memories curdle at the influx of regret.
Why do I bother wasting my thoughts on you?
It wasn’t enough to ruin the Fall for me,
You had to go and take December too.
I lie and say you stayed away because I told you not to come back.
What a lovely little game we played,
Moving chess pieces around in your reality,
It was always on the terms of another.
I gave up everything but I always lost you, didn’t I?
You don’t care.
And, after all, when you were gone, the earth still moved.
Somehow I’ve acquired peace,
Fallen safely in love again.
A gentle caring thing,
Sweeter than I ever dreamed.
Laying in your arms I lied about anything being fine.
But now when I say it,
I’m right.
Woolgathering 