Tastes like,
The swirl of cream soda and cinnamon
Against your tongue-
Like the sting of salted popcorn
Against cracked lips in the dark.A distinct absence of bells and
slamming doors. It’s quiet here-
Although you could make out the
Rushing water
If you really listened.But you’re not drowning anymore,
The bones of your ribs do not
Snap and break
In the wake of his voice
Doesn’t he sound so much
Like-?Breathing, breathing, breathing,
A yawn builds up under
The soft brush of a blanket.
Which breath of air will be the last to fill your lungs
Before the storm comes in again?Green feels more like
Home
Than the rest of the rainbow ever could.
And one day,
You will forget the loud, gaudy colours
With which they painted love
Before.(Bonus poem for The Rainbow Anthology!)
0I require a poem which, the moment I read, would break my heart open to its core, jerk my soul to its depth, knock my mind down and force me to reckon it.
Or I shall write one, and it shouldn’t let me sleep.
2her love is roadtrips at midnight,
a warm caress across a cold cheek,
and flickering street lights,
guiding the way home.
1I spent my evenings alone
I spent my mornings by the window
next to my well-watered plants
I thought I could’ve been good
for someone like you
I just can’t accurately write
how it feels
to be wrong so many times
to keep going home to an empty house
night after night
I can’t talk about it anymore1We are
We are too scared to leave
but too broken to stay
Hence we keep hurting each other
And keep calling it as love
1The longer
The longer you wait for them to love you
The longer you fail to love yourself
1flexible
how flexible do we need to be?
I know plenty who are as flexible as a
plank when it comes to opinions
to blow my mind
i look rather at trees while walking through
lanes watching how they bend in the wind
it seems so much more natural
and certainly more inspiring
so what to do when having to deal
with stubbornness?
i shake my head and instead of showing
my middle finger i just turn around and
go to rescue myself of annoyances
my way of showing flexibility
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@sharkygiovanna2 🗿🗿2021
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“Poetry is typically the touchstone that we go back to when we have to remind ourselves of the history that we stand on, and the future that we stand for.” - Amanda Gorman.
40Nobody is going to tell you a better ‘Told you so’, than than the voices in your head!
1The first time you tried to teach me to bake
I was confused
As to how only a teaspoon of baking soda
Was supposed to do anything
“Surely it needs more.
Won’t it be diluted?
Lost amongst all the other ingredients?
How is it supposed to make a difference?
It is just
A teaspoon”
And you smiled at me,
Just a couple drops of joy
Of exasperation
Of love
Of something I couldn’t quite describe–
No more than a teaspoon
And I realized then,
How a teaspoon of just the right element
Can make something rise
Expand
Explode
Fill to the brim and spill over its edges
How just a teaspoon
Can be enough
To complete
The recipe
How just a teaspoon
Is integral
To ensure
Something becomes
Everything you know it can be
~Lessons learnt by accident~
8I miss feeling loved… and pure…
I miss being seen… and shown off and taken places without having to ask for it…
I miss being courted… wanted… being seen as some
onething beautiful… meaningful… or a person treated nice even just from politeness…I miss feeling like I matter…
I miss feeling like I’m visible for at least one person…
~ just another usual day… (01//20//21; 20:00)
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