I am a seventeen year old girl from the United States just trying to make my way through life.
I draw, write poetry, and sing. I am striving to improve my skills, so feedback and advice in general is appreciated!
frozeni used to be softer then,frozen by zwecat
soft as freshly fallen snow
then came a night, and without the light
my little heart froze.
you can hold me to the fire, you could
hold me in your arms
but ice or snow, i was always cold
and cold just causes harm.
there was morning, it was carmine
it was vodka, heat and ice.
it spilled into the starlight, then it
trickled in your eyes.
there are some awful flavors
which never should have blend
and if it keeps you purer
i will break your heart again.
i will break your heart again.
xi made my mother cryx by zwecat
tears hot, hidden sobs
as we streaked down I-45 with a quarter of gas
in the tank.
“i don’t know why i’m still here,” i had muttered
with venom laced through my even words, aimed to hurt
and that was enough.
salted tears, spinning, sputtering
and i just stared out the window, numb inside.
i had apologized, but i didn’t tell her that i think i didn’t mean
why i’m with her
but rather still existing in this world at all.
but maybe she knew already, maybe that’s what broke her heart.
maybe that was why.
life is for livingwhat if i ran away,life is for living by forestmeetwildfire
got swallowed by the sea?
the world has turned upside down,
a midnight up in flames.
before i lose daylight,
pour me into postcards
from far away -
death and all his friends
are easy to please
but gravity hurts like
the songbird admires our loveit’s so easy to write love poemsthe songbird admires our love by SimplyKelsie
that it’s hard
because i don’t want to
say the same things
or use the same words
that everyone else
has written a thousand times
to describe love
and i won’t compare
my love for you
to the love the sun
has for the moon
or the waves
have for the shore
or the trees
have for the sky
because there is
too much predictability in that
even in the way
that day becomes night
and waves crash down
and leaves change colors
only so that
they can start again
no, i love you in ways
that even the songbird
would not understand
because feelings like these
are more beautiful
and more complex
than the bonds and patterns
found in nature.
Good ThingsStreet artGood Things by saltwaterlungs
Really good coffee
Thinking things that would make a cool quote over a picture like those tumblr posts
Freshly fallen snow
Sitting around a fire with friends and family
Sitting quietly and thinking
Remembering the word that was on the tip of your tongue
Watching musicians jam together
Being a musician and jamming with other musicians
The melancholy happy feeling you get after finishing a book
Standing in silent connection with other people
Looking over at your friend and knowing that they're thinking the exact same thing as you
Smiling at strangers
Seeing people being selfless
Holding doors open
That look people get when they recieve a good gift from you
Looking up at the stars and feeling small
Knowing someone cares about you
Taking good pictures
Quotes that you can relate to
Knowing things will be alright in the end