I fell
You fell
We both fell
Like stars fell

The deep, chilling shriek of Wind--

Fire's hope, destruction cast away,

Doused by keening maiden;

Tears rolling, forming

A sea of unquenchable thirst;

Prompted to drink,

Only to be faced with inadequacy;

The churning darkness

Straining, stabbing-- pleading--

Until consuming all;

Yet still, unsatiated,

Rages like black fire;

Dying alone, still pain-shrouded. 

I suppose I've just been particularly angsty lately...

~~~~~

Snaking your arms around me

You promised everything was alright;

"We both know I'll never leave you..." 

You hissed, trusted without a fight.

But then, you were venomous, toxic--

Saying it was your nature to bite;

And soon after slipped right though

my fingers, just as I figured you might.

After accepting it, and moving on

You came again, hugging me tight;

Roaring how unbearable it is to lose

A loved one, just greeted with a "Quite." 

You assured me how reliable you are,

And I was, again, blinded by the light;

Only when you growled, casting me away,

Did I finally learn, at least in slight.

Perhaps I'm now a loner,

I know you'll be in for a fright,

But now I full well know,

And my future's looking bright!

I finally wrote something, look at that. 

unfinished poems

i. broken lines and

scattered thoughts

fleeting explanations,

frustrating similes

half-formed ideas that stayed

half-formed

because you didn’t remember 

how to finish them

ii.the ruins of the things that go through your head

in the night

the remnants of the feelings that follow you 

into morning

the ideas that got lost in the middle of your mind 

and cannot be retrieved

iii. fleeting glances

darkened echoes

fractured reflections

forgotten song

vi. blurry edges

teary eyes

clumsy fingers

cloven heart

v. later is the only time to finish anything

procrastination finds its culmination as

midnight skies shine in drooping eyes

the last words on the page were never

written

Shadow

~~~~~

Silent steps,

Invisible tears,

Darkness cast

By brighter twin;

Broken glass,

Shattered being,

Gone, consumed

Until light returns;

Feared most

When safest;

Always tread upon,

Constantly changing. 

Poetry dump! 

This first one is from the Poetry Challenge for the prompt "Outfit of the Day":

Photographic Memory

i. when i first saw you you were wearing tight jeans that were stretched tight around your knees like they were ready to rip and a white shirt old and tattered like it had gone through the wash one time too many and your shoes these black ankle boots with heels and the wind was a child the way it tossed your hair all over the place and your sunglasses flashed mouth wide open

you wore happiness and it was beautiful

ii. when i first talked to you you were wearing winter like it was the most stunning fashion statement your scarf was bigger than your whole head it bunched all around your shoulders and your sweater was thick and cream-colored and you had these fluffy boots bursting with warmth and your hair was a gold fountain that sparkled with snowflakes lips lose smile

you wore wintry kindness and it was beautiful

iii. when i took you to a movie you were wearing cottom black leggings crossed legs and grey sneakers clean shoelaces bouncing rhythmically and a grey cardigan so soft and your hair was in a shiny ponytail straight but playfully bouncy vanilla lip balm lips open showing me teeth

you wore excitement and it was beautiful

iv. on the day you broke my heart you were wearing something so ordinary it didn't fit because shouldnt it have mirrored the words you were saying but it was just jean shorts and a t-shirt from a concert you saw before i knew you and you got your hair cut but it was still giving you a billowy halo feet exposed lips shut tight turning away

you wore independence and it was beautifully heartbreaking 

This next one is based on something I wrote in a novella that I really loved:

Fountain

i. i look up and the sky is just so blue and the clouds could be kingdoms and the sun is smiling but not at me and it’s just so insane and i’m in awe that something can still be beautiful even through pain and if i could climb into the sky’s lap and just stay there forever i would i would i would

ii. i look down and the grass is just so green and the blades could be tiny swords and the soil is rich but not with the material wealthiness i so desperately need and it's just so perfect and i’m confused why something this trivial is given this much attention and if i could bury myself under the ground and stay there forever i would i would i would

iii. i look behind me and everything is just so dark and the shadows could be ghosts and undefined shapes tantalize me even though they never existed and it’s just so horrifying and i’m scared that when i look forward this is what i’ll see and if i could close my eyes and hide from it forever i would i would i would

iv. i look ahead and the possibilities are just so endless and the sidewalks could be clouds and the leaves on the trees beckon me closer with green-spun hands and it’s just so empowering and i’m just so surprised that something this ordinary could fill me with so much hope and i could keep moving forward I will I will

I will

And I got this book of poetry prompts a few weeks ago, and I've written maybe six or seven. This was one of my favorites, for the prompt "A River":

what if i just sat here, with the

waving cattails brushing my hair and the

silver-crested water holding my

hand? what if i laughed with the

sky so blue and

made friends with the jewel-backed

dragonflies? what if i

stayed here by the riverside so long that the

grasses wove into my skin and the

soil snuck into my

veins and i could stay here and

laugh with the sky and hold the water's hand

forever? 

And I have a few more, but eh this post is already long (thanks for reading it, Admins!).