A Flower
A flower of your garden bed
We will hold onto thorns
Your flower is a beauty's red,
But the flower you will mourn
Its pretty petals drift away, far into the breeze
While your flower withers, our thorns thrive with ease
Turning dark and dry,
Your flower will die
While our sharp spikes
Will remain fine
Please, do not assume
Based on what your eyes perceive
A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing
Its careful steps and wools of white will deceive
Don't say I didn't warn you not to choose the delicate roses
Who go, dead and dropped,
When you could've easily chosen
The thorns whose roses you robbed.
(It gets better, I promise. This one ^^^ kinda sucks lmao)
Tears
Your eyes a dark rain cloud,
In the early morning
Your tears drown the towns,
And the TVs filled with warnings
The first drop rolls down, and then there's a pour,
It's raining cats and dogs, falling down your cheeks
A puddle forms, and then a lake, and then an ocean
And soon enough you're drowning in your own tears.
Heart Made of Glass
A heart made of glass, a heart ever so fragile
Even if you hold it, ever so carefully,
The heart of glass will break, you see.
Do not wonder of its past,
Do not pry open the safe
You will find something you wish you had not,
Of how the heart of glass was made.
Be patient, be aware,
Do not wonder, do not stare,
Listen to its cries,
Listen, listen, don't ask why
And only then, will it say
How it came to be that way.
The Lion's Lair
Don't enter the lion's lair,
The king has been overthrown.
Don't enter the lion's lair,
The lion sits on his horrific throne.
The lion is hungry; hasn't eaten
It swipes its tongue across its teeth,
But not yet has its jaws made another bleed.
So I tell you, now,
Do not enter the lion's lair,
It will eat you alive.
It consumes your thoughts and consumes your hopes
Until your mind can no longer survive.
My Useless, Meaningless Thoughts
My eyes shut, just a moment,
But enough for an hour to fly.
My mind blanks and my memories lie.
Not a thing is remembered,
From these past minutes, hours;
I've been thinking, thinking
Of long bridges and high towers.
Elevators that never stop,
People who cannot die,
An octopus's arm regrowth
And Pinocchio's curse of his lies.
I think of so many useless things,
Things that will not help me.
Things of fantasy, things of forgotten;
Some things that I'll never see.
But I like my fantasies, I like my dreams,
So I hoped that you'd let me be.
Let me sit with my thoughts,
Sit with my useless, meaningless thoughts;
You won't listen nor understand
So let me be, leave me alone,
With my useless, meaningless thoughts.
These are all my poems, lmao. I know, I know - they're really cringy, I'm aware.
Hope you like 'em anyway!
I made these at school for a project that I had to do.