Citrus Kiss
you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling…
I have noticed just recently that I write the best when I am really angry. I don't know why, it's just like the choler melts the word barriers and everything flows onto the paper. If you are like me, you might feel the same way. Even if you don't, I want you to compose a poem (there have not been many poetry challenges lately) and use your PO'd thoughts to fuel your writing. Everyone should let off some steam now and then. You have a month and 21 days, so take your time. I know that there was something else I was going to say, but I can't remember anymore. Whatever, just go write an angry poem. I have had so much inspiration lately, but not enough heart to use it. Maybe this will egg me on. I bid you good writing.
you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling…
Burning, robbing Breaking trust The adamantine heart dreams Not quite dying - yet lost. The antithesis of hate This frostwork flame feeds On secondhand songs …
Beat your own path wherever But stay away from me Leave me alone - leave forever Just stay away from me I wish I could forget you Though I’m bound beyond my…
Do you recall the start? Heartless and humble Always in trouble There’s no hope here Just a wingspan of fear For a frozen black heart. If you had been there…
Alone, awake, and one day late Tryin’ to find another way To build a bridge and make you stay Sweat and toil the price I pay Just to fail and watch you walk…
Spacious Tall and tenacious Places Crawl with anxious Audacious young faces Who’ve acquired a taste For what their superior hates They’re told their life is a…
The storm is coming Skies are dark, dreary, and gray It’s getting closer The lightning is bright The rumbling of the thunder Is scaring children The storm is…
Just write it Don’t fight it Hit publish If it’s rubbish Let people doubt it And talk ‘ish’ about it Like, “that sound is clouded- It’s puddled on the grounds…