limbs
my limbs never felt colourful
never looked at with wondering eyes
ink never smudged on my wrists
my thoughts didn't deserve to be words on paper,
the rain never painted me in its watercolour,
i was pulled back inside before it ever grazed my arm
the grass never covered my bare feet in its green dew
the maze of the feelings never overpowered the expression
while it drenched everyone else in the chaos of character,
raging in all its harmony;
it left my limbs blank, white,
waiting to be painted by some history.
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poems i wrote for escapril
Thơ cai tried writing poems for escapril and failed miserably ( escapril is a instagram poetry "competition" where you write a poem every day of april ). needless to say i did not write a poem everyday of april but i really wanna get into poetry again. so...
