Instead of the sky you stare up at the ceiling
You hear the snow falling on the rooftop
When was summer again?
What happened to it?
Stars.
Black, milky sky
Darkness
Now it's white and square like fake bricks
The fake glow in the dark stars don't glow at all
They're colourful though
Pretty.
There's a brown spot on my ceiling where the paint used to be
I could care less
Didn't mean to do it
Still my fault, though
Wish I could do something more for the world
Wish I could be alive
Somehow
Ceiling
My ceiling is white
Brown spot's still there
Colorful stars
Pretty.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
