Ooh, I got seven hundred. ;D

This is what I wrote a couple days ago when I got the first two lines stuck in my head and I wanted to elaborate on the poem. I guess I was trying to write from the perspective of someone else.

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these shaking hands are mine

are mine?

i don't feel here

somehow

there is rain dripping down my face

i think,

but i just am the essence of

exhaustion and

i am cold, so cold, and

warm

this is real? i am real

i need someone

right now

to warm my hands in 

theirs

i am here? 

I've been writing kind of a lot of poetry lately. And finishing more poems than usual. And not all of it is bad so...I've been posting a lot here.

That said, here's another poem.

love letters

i. a bundle of lined paper,

crinkled, changed color with

time, smelling faintly of her vanilla perfume

covered in blue ink lines of cursive 

ii. he bends over a computer screen,

fingers feverishly typing and

deleting, deleting, deleting, 

with a darkened face and mental anguish

iii. blue peridot eyes, filled with love,

and tears, that drip onto the paper

in front of her,

broken pride as she gazes on her last words to him

iv. sweet affection captured imperfectly in three words,

everlasting hearts connected,

the essence of something twisted into cold daylight

a letter dropped in a mailbox to start happily ever after 

So I just found this thread and I wrote a poem last night and it's kind of rhyme-y and a different format than most of your guys' poems, but here it is:

What would you see?

If you looked at me,

What would you see?

A boy?

A girl?

A brain?

A world?

If you followed me, everyday

Would you have anything to say?

If you looked at me,

What would you see?

Fashionable, Walking on the go?

Tough, in the waves or snow?

Clumsy, Tripping in the hall?

Missing every shot in basketball?

Thinking that is your mistake

Because you miss every shot you don't take.

If I didn't look okay,

What would you say?

Talking behind my back,

Constantly, over a snack.

Well, you should think twice because I might snatch you:

You spill my tea, I'll splash it right back at you!

If you looked at me,

What would you see?

Wait, should I try to hide?

I guess it doesn't matter:

You'll never know who I am on the inside.

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Honest feedback, anyone?? 

Starfall

i. I miss the days when you

Leaned close and whispered that we would catch the stars together-

I look up and see you snatching them all on your own, and I

I stretch my finger up to you they look

Too big silhouetted against the inky sky with the little stars 

Scattered like confetti across its surface.

ii. If I close my eyes, I can

recall that day, sharp and clear as a movie. I

Can watch, perfectly recounting my horror, as you

Descended beyond the company of my hand,

Landing in a bed of evergrown grass that

Curled its gentle fingers around you and

Pulled you into a different world

Where I cannot reach you.

iii. I guess the two of us were

Too big for this world, so Fate took one of us away-

But why, oh why, did it have to be you?

iv. My hand feels empty without 

Your laced tightly into it, my

Laughter hollow without yours mingling with it.

v. I am stuck in that day-

Everything takes me back to the

Place where I lost you, love, the only thing

i knew i could always have.

All i am now, darling, is the haunted girl, your

unreachable ghost always hiding around the corner.

vi. Maybe i did fall with you that day.

just not far enough.  

Here we go I got another poem about artist's block

Piece of Paper

As I stare
At the blank sheet of paper 
Before me
I pick up my pencil
But what do I draw?
I turn to my computer

I'll look up a reference
But I don't
I find a website
And explore for a while

The blank page sits forgotten
As I distract myself
From the emptiness of my mind
And then

Someone calls me
For some reason or another
To leave my room
And the piece of paper
Lays forgotten

Still blank. 

I'm really enjoying reading through everyone's poems, you all are so talented. With those of you that have been posting here for some time (like Leafpool and Leeli), I can really see how you guys have improved over time. It's amazing. And Bluebird, it's so good to see you again! 

Here's a snippet of a much longer poem I wrote recently. I'd like to post all of it, but I specifically liked the formatting I used for it, which is going to be impossible to replicate here. I hope I can work that out somehow. :)