WriteGuy1

I write poetry, always up for feedback. All of the “Absolute” titles are part of a story I’m working on here.

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WriteGuy1

I write poetry, always up for feedback. All of the “Absolute” titles are part of a story I’m working on here.

155

Writings

Followers

Following

Simple Instruments

WriteGuy1

1 min read

Listen to the water drop

As it hits your very forehead

Do you hear how it feels?

Vibrant and loud,

Resonant on the crown

The violin cortet

The cellos and base

Vivacious vibrations

How subtly is the place

Where the flutes dance merrily

And hit you on the temple

Beneath the gray cloud trumpets

Sounds of a crescendo

The impactful innuendo

Of the magnificent woodwind momento

Beneath th...

Poetry

Drama

Sdmct

WriteGuy1

1 min read

“So what if it lingers?

What do you mean, so what??”

His palms shake, face flooded red

Rosalia tint, Rosacea itched hands

A cold sweat dripped down his head,

3 years into college

Top marks, already accepted to his fathers law firm

The phone call, with said father

Was tense

The young man was tinted cranberry, a tinged whimper-whisper trying to appeal to the authority of his life

A god who ...

The Penny Thieves

WriteGuy1

2 min read

A man and his hare

Two of a pair

Would ride round’ the world western

Sunsets and sunrise

One horse and one guy

Became the plight of wealthy investors

They would kick up some dust

Leave in a rush

Tossing trails

In pennys a plenty

Well, they stole so much

They would open a hole

Cause the steed was getting older

And the bag was too heavy

Now,

The levy is this,

The kicker is that

Th...

Poetry

With Softener Please

WriteGuy1

1 min read

The grip of weight

Lingers

Marbeling in the center

Of our galaxy

Felt tension

Twitched fingers

Twigged slinky fingers

Still figure to cling

Oxygen

Breathe

Promises life

Promised death

All hail the humans waste removal

Machine

Made to spend eternity endlessly

Washing

In every moment taking moments

To make them anew

Tell me what the human

Washing machine

Couldn’t do?...

Poetry

Drama

I curse In this One

WriteGuy1

1 min read

What can someone

Who reflects on the realization

That the father they idealized

Only obtained ownership

Because the mother they hated

Asked them to

**Be defeated by? **

What can someone be defeated by

If they look back on that

With gratitude anyway?

Can you conceive that,

Reader?

Can you conceive gratitude, somewhere

Somehow,

For life?

With the atrocities spurring you to your grave

W...

Poetry

Drama

Same Somewhere Sleeping

WriteGuy1

1 min read

**7:00pm**

You just dryed your duvet

Covet your cacophony of covers

Feel the compressed

Weighted blanket on your chest

****

**It’s the best, it’s the best **

Deathbed lovers

Excited for what’s next

Airplane naps

Your head laid on a someone

You love some

Wake up, hair’s a mess

**It’s the best, it’s the best**

A bird singing

With all the air in its breast

Back exposed, sunset surg...

Poetry

Drama

Flood

WriteGuy1

1 min read

Someone

On someday

Will look at you and think

**_They would hate to live in a universe

You didn’t exist in _**

Windows exist

And pianos play tunes

To celebrate

How beautiful that is

**_Not even time

Can measure how much love

Is here for you

_**

And so we learned how to write

And so we learned how to speak

And built pianos

And windows

**_We are the flood trying to reach each other

What ...

Poetry

Drama

Starved

WriteGuy1

1 min read

What’s an edge without a point

Brandished blunty

To break bones?

Swords dont need shine

To be noticed

But they need reason

To exist

Poison seeks venom

I seek reason too

Tell me why my bones are broken

Tell me why I crawl

Tell me if the sword cares how blunt it is

Tell me if we are the same

I am sitting here eating sand

Trying to taste an answer

The stone is unturned because it h...

Poetry

Drama

Erode

WriteGuy1

1 min read

Houses built on stone

Lament crumbling rock-to-sand

But honor dust, grave....

Poetry

Drama

Interlude

WriteGuy1

1 min read

God, I fear today

I am at risk of

Spontaneous combustion

How quick am I to cry

To be moved to tears

At the thought of love lost

Simple conversation

Menial question, small talk,

Just as simply

The voice starts to crack,

A well erupts

And you hide your face

Or, no.

Give it shelter.

A part of me believes we live in the only universe boomerangs could feasibly exist.

I relent-

Maybe it’s...

Poetry

Drama