We Said

We said

who said we are little

i’m only little after the sky

and the sky is little

i can fit it in my palm

my line of vision

but i cannot hold my life in a box

i cannot put my words and feelings in one room

the occupancy is past max

my thoughts are a fire hazard

the world hears a siren

there are many i have not spoken to

or seen

but they’ve thought about me

they share my sadness

fear

hopeless

and sometimes,

they think life is a buy one get one free

but I breathe synchronized

and in tune

with the girl across the pond

we have cried together

and laughed

and loved

if little is small

and insignificant

and the distance between our souls is big

w i d e

we

Human people

Are big

I said we are big.

…..(And you did too)

Soft laughter

Soft laughter

Is a fuzzy streetlight

Is a golden sun

Is the halo around our heads

As we live

Walk to the Wawa

Bike to the courts

Skip on home

It is the hidden corners

The backseat

The radio

The blanket cocoon

Soft laughter on the bleachers and benches

Beaches and waves

Soft laughter is a shiny ring I have unceremoniously shoved on my finger

It is cutting off my circulation

But the glow and glimmer of stars save me a trip to the ER

Quiet joy is always the loudest

It is that specific flavor of love that I yearn for

It is that whisper of shimmering starlight that I scream for

It is that stray tear that I laugh for.

anthr poem, i feel like all my poems have the same main idea? lol idk how to use tumblr tbh. Help me out?

criticisms?

Spiderweb of Nothing

Sometimes all the people in this world are so small

Minuscule

There’s so many nobodies

So many extras

On the world’s stage

It’s hard so believe that all those people have a life as intricate as mine

Hard to believe there’s that much room

For all these people

To grow

I hope the people help each other

I hope the inconsequential lives are watered

I hope they soak in sunlight

But I’m nobody

And people get buried

You’ll never know the story to every scratch on a sidewalk

Every impression on someone’s skin

But that’s the beauty of nobodies and nothings

The mystery

The faith

The attention to detail

We’re all nothing here

. . . . . w e

jus smth i put tgthr on the notes app

any criticisms?

POV : you have a crush

left-side

Why would I think that the now-lifeless wooden bench is more comfortable then your warm shoulder?

My head is drawn to rest,

A gravitational, undeniable pull,

The silence softens,

I feel it.

There's a weight in the left-side of my brain,

And it's bringing me to you.

My breathing slows,

I sleep,

It stops.

I’m late

running

I feel the perspiration

like a looming deadline

Here I am

I’ve been preached

eleven years

I’m finally here

waves flow

through one ear and out the other

drifting In ‘n Out

they stand

I’m gone

Picked and Prodded

like the little kids

Poking a dead animal

They’re on the playground

I’m under the tree

Throwing fairy dust

It’s in my eyes

I open them

i’m back

In the pile of boxes

With boxes inside

and boxes in those

Finally circles

But besides those

The lost illusion

Of magic

Comes back now

In the present

The waves are now a tsunami of noise

And after

A united appreciation

In sync they applaud

Mirrors

reflections of not-quite what I’ve been taught

The city is not the glossy book I read

With the preacher

Over my shoulder

Telling me what to see

But I’m here now

Or back

On my own

And my prescription is changing

And my eyes have opened

And it’s over

The rooms and gritty brown carpet

Patched with tape

The thin walls with hidden doors

With gaps i passed through

The Times were good It all carefree lest you remember

but I remember now

And I’ll never forget