Randomness

I Wrote Some Poems?

I wrote some poems yesterday and today and plot twist: I actually like all of them for a change instead of feeling really disappointed with what I've written.

I stan confidence.

Anyway, all of them besides my Valentines one somehow ended up really depressing, and I was also trying out a bunch of different styles while doing it, so that's why they're all so different.

But anyway, here they are!

The Fall

How could it have been my fault?

If I had been walking at any other time,
She might have still fallen.
Maybe if she herself,
Had walked down this place a different time,
She would not have fallen.

Unfortunately, it happens to be what life controls.
We both walked,
We both fell.
And she fell harder,
More people were concerned for her.

Her pain was my pain,
Their concern was not my concern.
I had been,
Overlooked, neglected, unseen,
All because I didn't fall hard enough.

She took a while to come up from the floor,
And,
It was almost like,
I'd seen this all.
Before, in a dream,
Me and some other lady falling down.

Only, in the dream I never fell.
She did, and she pulled me crashing down with her.

Just to be cruel, I'm not telling you the original idea that sparked this >:]. Especially when without it, it can be interpreted as really fucking depressing (the best type of writing).

Sleep Well

At night, I used to lay awake and think.
I thought about a lot of things -
Happy thoughts to fall asleep.
But I never fell asleep.
My thoughts were always so fixed on your health,
I found it impossible to fall asleep.

Maybe your sun was too bright even when you weren't there.
It's very possible.
But I loved your sun too much to be mad.

Are you sleeping well,
Can you flutter and drift off, light as a feather, every night?
Curl up in a ball and rest,
Let your mind come up with the sweetest dreams of who you love,
And let them love you back.

Sleep well, bright light,
All snug and warm, rolled up tight.
And maybe I'll be the one,
Maybe I'll be your guardian.

I'll force myself to sleep for you,
I will go forever for you,
If it means my angel watches,
And it means that you can sleep.

It's the only way for me.
Let me guard you as you sleep.

What inspired this was the song "Sleep Well, My Angel", by We Are The Fallen. It's a really good song and the meaning behind it is really deep. It's just a really good song to listen to, but this song was really only inspired by "Sleep Well".

Dream

My sleep,
My dream,
My thoughts,
My fears,
My worries,
My nightmare,
My terrors,
My cries,
My screams.

Your help.

My love.
Thank you.

I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYONE WHO COMFORTS ME IN NIGHTMARES WHY DID I WRITE THIS.

Well, also, I haven't had a nightmare in ages, I just wanted to write some sappy poem.

Reflection

There's a girl in the glass -
There's a girl in the glass.
Her eyes narrowing with suspicion while she stares.
They never leave mine.
Surely her eyes cannot be mine…?
A mixture of a deadness and overwhelming elation,
How could that be in my eyes?
But she nods - they are my eyes.
That horrible mixture is mine -
Mine, my confusion. I…
Her hands, they're shaking uncontrollably.
They're not mine… I…
I can see them still.
They're not moving. She's lying.
Her dead eyes never leave mine,
But she nods again.
Her hands are my hands,
Now my hands are unmanageable, trembling.
And hers have gone still.

The girl in the glass is taking everything -
Everything,
My sanity, my love, my control,
She has taken everything,
Now I'm a quivering, insane, dying shell.
The girl is putting me through hell.
But she's not done yet.
With her elated eyes never leaving mine,
Never leaving…
Her calm hands reach for something,
A blade.
No… No.
This is unfair, unjust!
How can the reflection hold the most power?
And as her blade shines in the light, everything reflects-
None of it was mine -
She took me from myself and replaced what was gone with herself.
And when I look up from the blade, I see-
I see a hidden monster,
And in me I see a monster.
Nothing is hidden.
I can't hide this.
I've no choice but to be hated by everyone.
All because of the girl in the mirror.
Not my reflection,
A thief.

And then- she takes the blade.
She kills herself, but she's still there.
How?
Then I realise:
No, no, no, no-

I had "reflection" as a poem prompt and this is what the end result was.

*goes to find out if I need help*

Valentine Rose

My Valentine Rose,
A small red perfection,
A small sunset glows,
A pale, flushed complexion.

Your laugh would be gloves,
You'd pull me in closer,
My heart flutters doves,
My thoughts no more posers.

I want to give more;
Your words I want to hear.
My ears can't grow sore,
You give nothing to fear.

And yet we both know,
That I could never have you.

My Valentine Rose,
Sweet as can be,
You could never be with someone like me.

Again, I don't really know what prompted this, but the inspiration was Valentines Day, happy valentines day by the way. And yes, it's not as depressing as the others.

So enjoy these poems!