I’m sure that the title has indicated the topic of this blog. This is actually a lot different than my other content but…
Today I am going to be sharing with you all my poetry! I have actually entered poetry contests with a couple of these pieces and won before but I don’t normally share them with anyone other than contest entries. BUT, I guess today I feel like exposing myself so here we go.
I am not really sad, nor am I depressed or hurt in anyway. Sad poetry is a little bit easier for me to write and I enjoy reading it more so that is why I write this way. Please do not worry about me LOL I swear I’m actually quite happy.
“Bottle Me Up”
I am an empty bottle
I am curved at the edges and
Day by day,
you poor your liquid into me
I let it sit inside me
You fill me to the top,
I pour myself out.
I am an empty bottle…again
I am curved at the edges
I am no longer brand new,
though I may appear
You pour more liquid
It still sits inside me
You pick me up and shake me
I am full/
I am not an empty bottle anymore
I am not nice
I am not curved at the edges,
and I am certainly not brand new
There is no more liquid to pour
I am no longer a bottle
Ringing of the phone.
I pick up
Where is the voice I should hear?
Lost in translation so far beyond.
It’s almost as if there is no more communication.
Voices drift through space and time.
Who bothers to listen?
Fill the bath with warm water and let it over flow
Drown thoughts into the bubbled water and let them submerge themselves.
The bubbles will pop eventually
Trapped voices will still be heard
Lost time and lost opportunities will emerge from the depths.
What is depth?
Space and time are endless
And infinite loop of confidence and nervous behavior
Worlds swarm each other and we don’t pay attention
If we all drift too far, do you suppose we’ll collide?
If the infinite world all comes together,
Will it be endless silence or endless noise?
Living an undefined purpose and trying to be heard
Only creates commotion.
Turn on the lights
Brighten the room, let it fill the everlasting darkness
But never forget that light bulbs burn out
The darkness is inevitable
“Tell Me I’m Pretty”
one word, and
Word: a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing.
according to the dictionary,
I should feel that
when I hear the words
It should mean something/
When those six letters
make up that one
I’m supposed to feel
like a meaningful element
Tell me what it is that I want to hear
Tell me I’m pretty
Because pretty is good
Over the waves go
Where love continues to grow
Until it crashes.
They tell you “Wake Up!”
“Smell the roses, stay the same!”
Sleep and seize the night
A small sprout they saw,
The ones who cut your flowers,
Now envy you and yours
Blue eyes of the day
Green eyes follow close behind
Thank you guys so so much for reading some of my poetry! I hope you all enjoyed! Comment down below if you guys write poetry on your blogs so I can check it out!
Here are some of the images that inspired my poetry: