(they/them) 14, non binary, ace + bi. I’m sick of the problems we create in the world and fail to solve. I hope you like my writing! :)
(they/them) 14, non binary, ace + bi. I’m sick of the problems we create in the world and fail to solve. I hope you like my writing! :)
People clamp their mouths shut
Then demand for food
Through the corners of their lips
And think that they aren’t being rude
They spit onto the streets
Their tongues cut words into knives
The habitual mocking sneer
Disregard for other lives
They cuss so much
Their mouths crumble with dirt
The lack of soap to wash it out
As a muddy simper tries to flirt
They become hollowed-out
Their minds skint ...
She had many a galaxy locked in her eyes
The spread of the sky in her smile wide
Stars sprinkled as freckles on her cheeks
Comets and planets dancing round her dreams
She was a wild spirit, loose and free
Tangled up in thoughts, you see
Stubbornly stuck in her mind willingly
Untying the knots of her problems by three
Those knots got too tight
And she could not breathe
She pushed them away
Yet th...
Dear B.,
I just wanted to tell you. God, do I know it’s unrequited. Yet do those long conversations into the night mean nothing? Our constant support for each other? The amount of Pinterest sent between us must be unfathomable for others. And our silence has held so many words which we could not speak. You were always better at saying the words, though. You are a fantastic poet, exceeding me in ma...
I tried, I really did. But I couldn’t stop. The urge to tug at my hair and rip it all out was too strong, so I gave in and sat on the edge of my bed, tearing and dropping it onto the floor. Tear. Drop. Tear. Drop. Tear. Drop. A teardrop fell from my eye.
Soon, I could feel the pile of hair from the floor brush against my feet. I didn’t like the feeling. It felt like spiderwebs. I kicked it away an...
My teacher sits at her desk as I stay at mine after the bell signalling the end of the day, unable to move. The other students flood out as fast as they can, eager to get away. I just sit. Stuck.
“Ciel?” my teacher tries to get my attention. But I can’t reply.
She gives up, after a while, going back to her papers. I start to whisper to myself, forgetting that she is there. Forgetting that she can ...
In the heart of the city,
Under the neon lights,
Our paths crossed,
Igniting endless nights.
Our hearts beat together,
In sync, as one.
Fingers entwined tightly,
Love, second to none.
Often, we laughed,
Together, we cried,
We comforted each other,
Held in arms and sighed.
You swept me off my feet,
I swept you off yours.
We danced under starlight,
Softening the roars.
Bodies spun in unison,
Bre...
*as much as I adore writing poems and never pass up an opportunity to do so, I feel like this has to be a story for my specific case
“How do I trust, How do I trust again?”
The song “Dancing with your ghost”, the one that you sent me, echoes in my ears. Indeed, how DO I trust again? How do I trust you? I find myself gullible, perhaps a little naïve; so much is true. Yet it is still your fault for...
*written right before 2024 (end of December), when Duolingo sent a pretty threatening email which inspired me 😂 and I was waiting to post it here until I found a prompt that worked with it 😊)
Hey, it's Duo.
You've forgotten about me again.
Just you wait for 2024,
You'll regret your decisions then.
I'll come at you with a pickaxe,
A knife, a dagger, a sword.
Continue each day with your lesson...