Poetry Writing - Tumblr Posts

Thoughts...

A moment inside my mind feels like an eternity, but I'm trying to break free and experience life in the moment. -E.S. Mon, Dec. 4th / 2023 5:51p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

You: You’re strange.

Me: I like that you think I’m strange.

-E.S.

Sat, Aug. 31st / 2024 10:02p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea

Bumble bee

Flowing sea

You are free

Don't you agree?

-E.S. Mon, Sep. 2n / 2024 7:17p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

No One is There.

I keep pleading out for help, No one is there. No one is there. No one is there. All alone I live, Sleepless nights, Scary dreams nightmares. I am tired of trying to convince myself that someone cares. -E.S. Tue, Sep. 3rd / 2024 9:18p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

I want someone to rub my back and tell me everything is going to be fine...

This trauma has been felt through generations...

I'm done reliving it, it's time for change. -E.S. Tue, Sep. 3rd / 2024 9:24p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Here I Am.

Here I am I roam from room to room Looking for life Outside of my own Loneliness weighs on my heart I crave the slightest bit of human interaction. -E.S. Thurs, Sep. 12th / 2024 11:28a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Summer Called.

Summer calls, But I don't pick up. I'm busy rolling in the cinnamon rolls, And coating myself in pumpkin spice. Drinking hot coffee and tea Watching the leaves grow old. Summer called. I didn't pick up. I'll see summer again, When the days are long, And the air is hot. When my skin can soak in the sun, And I can once again glow. Summer will call, I'll answer when Fall is gone, And I need a good friend to talk to. -E.S. Sat, Sep. 28th / 2024 12:17a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Sunset into Fall

A sunset into Fall Autumn can be dull When you're not here To bask in the cheer For the season is yours Indulge in it all. As the sun sets into fall. -E.S. Sun Sep. 22nd / 2024 5:06p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Note to Self,

I used to be plagued with an exhaustion no amount of sleep could fix... Now I am excited to feel life hold me As I awaken into a reality where I am free, Where I am free to enjoy life again. -E.S. Tue, Oct. 1st / 2024 5:42p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Note to Self,

I love myself. I have always loved myself, regardless of what others wanted me to believe about myself. I love myself. Always, -E.S. Tue, Oct. 1st / 2024 5:45p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Half baked reality Dazed and confused Drifting through each life after life Egos push through While time has been spent in disarray We continue to pull through When vague blurry memories Keep us bewildered Still, we move on A need to operate motionless A necessity To simultaneously feel defeat and victory However, we will conquer over our limitations And begin anew. -E.S. Thurs, Sep. 19th / 2024 3:44a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Pure Wonder

I peer into the mirror

Looking glass of wonderment

Mysteries unravel the longer I stare

Tender thoughts untangle

I must be in love!

I think... for just a moment

Before I realize

It's just my natural thought process

To play pretend inside my mind

Trapped in your trance

Created from my indulgent make-believe world

It is only as real as I make it out to be

It's a pure wonder

To peer into what could be…

-E.S. Fri, Oct. 4th / 2024 1:09p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Autofill Poem

Your soul is captive by my heart and I am your soul. By the way I love you, very deeply. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I am so very sorry.

*** I wrote this with autofill. Let's just say my phone is clearly going through something...deep, I hope she's okay...

-E.S. Sun, April. 9th / 2023 6:32p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze

Your Voice

How can you look at me and want to call me perfect?

No one is perfect

Everyone makes mistakes, I get that, I do

But I just don't feel that way when I look at you

I could live off of the sound of your voice

If it was between your voice or mine, was it ever a choice?

Your voice is beautiful in every way

If I was starving, I could listen to it and be okay

Just tell me I'm pretty, it doesn't have to be anything special

But if anyone else said it, I'd be skeptical

But you... you weave words together like it is your calling

You could say the most alarming thing and it still wouldn't be apalling

But your voice is something I could listen to all day long

And if you do anything, anything at all, just sing me a song

Come Back (an original poem)

Okay so that ended rather abruptly and out of the blue;

And I think the worst part is, I can't even make myself hate you.

Your reasons were valid, you want to get closer to God;

You broke up with me, so I have to piece back together my facade.

I tested my baby names with your last,

But now I think we may just be a thing of the past.

Maybe not. Maybe you'll get it all figured out and you'll come back,

But I pray you really figure it out because it's a lot to unpack.

I don't think you understand, I threw aside my mask.

I showed you the real me, you didn't even have to ask.

But now I don't know what to do.

Because, despite ending things, I still really like you.

Ilook at my ex best friend

We make eye contact in the hallway at passing timeW

hen I saw her I just wanted to hug her

Just once give her another chance to apologize

Or at least give me the closure on why she did what she did

Just one more chance

Even when I know she doesn't deserve it

I had the feeling that she never cared about me or our friendship

She definitely cared even less now if at all to begin with

But when I looked in her eyes I didn't see any anger

I didn't see the indifference on her features like I expected

I'm not entirely sure what i saw

I ask myself why she changed?

As if I know

Or ever will

a withered rose

A withered rose that my mother picked from the front yard.

It was doomed a dead the moment she picked it and gave it to me

I tried to save it

Quickly putting it in a glass bottle i had painted clouds on

It didn’t work it was to late

On valentine's day i was gifted a rose

A kid had died and the family donated them to every girl in school that day

It was a gesture in his honor

And it felt nice to actually receive a flower for valentine's day

Even if it wasn’t from a love interest

I made sure to put it in a glass vase before it had a chance to give out and wilt

I looked at both the roses sitting beside each other

One void of the life it once lived in the front yard

The other alive and well commemorating the dead

Which one was prettier?

The dead or the dying

At the end of the day

They were both just roses

I cannot truly say my younger self would be disappointed of present me and future her because I do not know her I never will get the chance to know her because she herself no longer exists

I opened her letter

Or what I thought was a letter

I was surprised when all I saw were two words

"I'm sorry"

I look at her mother's letter

The paper says the same two words

I realize none of them say anything different

But if she was sorry

Why did she do it?

She's not sorry

I hate her for it

The scars

The blood

The sharpness of the blade dragging across your skin

The breath of release

The release of all the bad feelings

The pain

If you focus on the pain

You can't focus on the bad thoughts

You don't have to think about the loneliness

or the anger

or the sadness

The emptiness in your chest

You don't have to think about any of it right now

How bad you're getting

How bad you've already gotten

The feeling of pain washes out any other thought

Drowns it out

Before the familiar guilt floods in

The anger

The sadness

The loneliness

The emptiness

Now being replaced with that horrible feeling

Being trapped by long sleeves, bracelets, and, concealer

Please don't make me stop

It helps