Biography
i am not a poet, i just enjoy writing
the pavement
i love the way you care for me i love the way you stand i love the way that i feel free i want to hold your hand i’ll learn your favorite song to hear your voice singing along i want to be with you for years until you find replacement i would not cry that many tears just walk along our pavement might get a bit emotional and smash my head into it my pain would be negotiable i knew i would go through it dark red flows out in heartsy shapes as you walk past and stare i know i’m making a mistake there’s silence in my air
du bist kunst
du bist kunst und du siehst kunst, auch wenn du's nicht absichtlich machst. jedes kleine teil was in deinem zimmer steht gehört zu dir, jedes poster hängt dort, nur durch dein interesse, jedes stück kleidung, welches auf dem boden liegt, hast du zuvor getragen, du hast es dort hingeworfen und dort gelassen das alles ist hier durch dich und für dich, und wärst du weg wäre die leere so laut. alles spricht für dich, alles lebt für dich, und du verstehst es nicht einmal.
soda can
if i was a can you’d drink me, crush me and then step on me
in a while
i watch you wither, my dress sways with the wind, we are sucked dry, exhausted, cold and thinned, you swore you'd stay, but gone you are, though in a while, you won’t be far. a day without you drives me insane, but in a while we meet again, we'll blend with calm, eternal ocean waves, and carve the shores with restless graves. i do not care what we will do, as long as i am there with you i take a sip, and then a breath, i want to die a painful death. i exhale slowly, smoke unwinds, each step I’ve planned, our fate outlined. i'm bleeding out, my hands are crimson, oh master, please, i'm begging, release me from this fragile place, perhaps you're there, waiting for me, and there, at last, we will be free.
nature's parallels
you are the parallel of nature, and i will prove it, just be sure the wind blows in your hair as it also moves the leaves of trees your eyes look at me sparkling as the ocean waves reflecting on sunny days your voice is as melodic as the birds landing on my balcony it could have been you i’ve always loved some clean, white roses but your shy redness makes me reconsider so maybe now, when i see you i see red roses covered in citchee glitter i’d learn your favorite songs and draw you from each angle there’s not a single thing i dislike about you and i wish you’d see it too and even if i did dislike a thing i’d love it all because its part of you i wish i knew how to love you better, because one day i could wake up without being next to you, just like the whole earth could explode within a min or two i’m having nightmares all the time i wish that i could call you mine for life
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Marla Joy
Tue 14th Jan 2025 22:20
poets are best when they just write, and don't try to be a poet.