I swapped my blood for ink
“Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink”
I swapped my blood for ink
“Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink”
“Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink”
“Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink”
To define poetry Define stress Define passion Define longing Define mess To define poetry Define me Define you Define us Define we To define poetry Poetry must define you To write poetry’s story Poetry must be your story To understand poetry You must understand yourself And to understand yourself You must understand Understanding yourself is poetry
My accent changes for everyone I meet, Like a chameleon of personalities standing on two feet, Am i unique or just a mix of expectations and choices made to please, Did I buy that because I want it or because my friends said it was neat, Am I pretending to be something more than I am, Like those ads for things that turn out to be a scam, If they could read my twisted mind, Even If I was them I’d run a mile, Am I a fake? Like those holiday watches ; fated to break? If this was a diagnosable state They’d probably lock me away for my own sake
A couple weeks of school I guess…
Maybe a few more
How long have we been off school
It’s hard to keep the score
School on zoom is fun
I don’t have to take my pjs off
I go out to the supermarket
And firmly keep my mask on
Small price to pay
In exchange for my meal deal
I forget the faces of my peers
When was the last time we were near
I’ll see them again soon
Or will I?…
People see scars They aren’t hard to miss They usually stand out Not like this My scars are hidden you see They live on my heart Right in the centre of me These scars aren’t caused by swords Knifes, scratches or burns They are caused by memory’s that have torn Whether it be a lost loved one’s love Or a pets last few breaths They stick to my heart Like sorrow sticks to death The scars on our hearts Must be unlocked By trust open arms and a promise never to part
I look at someone and they have the same complex feelings and thoughts as me, It feels poetic the way I’m oblivious to people’s whirring thoughts and hidden pain, You don’t actually know someone is happy just because they are smiling, Only they know how they are feeling, They all have different opinions on life so many possibilities of discovery, So many possibilities of newfound happiness or sadness or realisation or regret, So many thoughts, So many emotions, So many people.