Late Night Poetry - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
the reaper
even though the reaper is depicted as cold and grim,
his embrace tempts me daily
his outstretched arms call me kindly
he smiles softly
he waits patiently
i shouldn't keep him waiting
but i will for now
-i
melancholic mind
it's quiet in my mind
melancholic and calm
the waters
are lapping softly
on the shores
the waves
are no more than ripples
on the surface of my thoughts
a sombre navy blue
moonlight hits it gently
highlighting the peaks
and enveloping
my tired limp body
it coats my pale cheeks
and blue lips
it caresses
my collarbones
and ribs
the touch of moonlight
reminds me of you
it is so delicate
and careful
-i
love hungry mongrel
love hungry mongrel
you crave a morsel of affection
a crumb of comfort
a slither of soft warm touch
you yearn to be held
rubbing your ears raw
on concrete corners
cast out in the cold
your bones chatter
and your teeth shake
you envy those around you
the ones who are cradled
they have it all
you wish you had what they have
-i
reality
reality is slipping through my fingers
like a hydrophobic yet viscous liquid
slippery and thick, sliding uncontrollably
past my desperate grasp
-i
we only meet in my dreams at night and i wake up only to find you are not in my bed. so i stay up and talk to the moon about you. you will never know stories we tell and the secrets we keep. i wonder if you ever dream about me at night too.
part of me is glad that i walked away but another part of me wishes he gave me a reason to stay.
it only happens to me at night, when i start thinking of you. i don’t think i miss you because i never knew the real you. i miss the guy i thought i once knew. he would never leave me in so much pain like this. but he did, you did this.
Idk what it says about my taste in poetry but these fr hit hard
Anyone else ever felt like publishing a shitty poetry book? Cause boy do I wanna.