Even if every poem is, you've written 30 more poems than you did at the start! As Chuck Jones said, "Every artist has thousands of bad drawings in them and the only way to get rid of them is to draw them out." Same goes for writing.
Good luck!
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo
Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
There's a cool thing you're doing here in flipping the lines of the magical, love fateful day in September but also the much more grounded, ordinary, could have happened to anybody view of September. That is pretty cool!
what a time to be alive, when lingering lights blinded us on friday nights. the noise went wild as we sat in the crowd with pop rocks stick on our sweaty palms. gazing smiles exchanged from us- as were both still awkward messes trying to understand love
Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
Your poetry is like, exactly what your title is. It gives me vibes of what a honeymoon would be and I like that you kind of have a theme throughout, and I like that a lot.
we sat alone, the night as young as us, criss-cross applesauce we sat as I looked at you I poured my heartache out to you, revealing the flaws, truths, and tears kept inside of me
you pulled my close in the aftermath, you laid your hands on my hair, while my tears ran down my cheeks and on your cotton chest soft voices spoke "I love you"
that is when I knew I had completely fallen for you
Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
every day, it is the same monotonous routine, boredom strikes each student, class to class as always, the bell will ring and we will all stand up not at all eager to travel to our next destination
the walls to this place are dull even to my imagination we walk the halls along with hordes of gloomy people nothing about this place can ever be seen truly exciting though I guess I am an outcast to that now
I see your face as we pass on by, minding our own business, you stick out like a sore thumb, and catch my undivided attention. strolling along, you smile at me- a smile I cannot refuse to ignore. both my cheeks turn to pink as I continue to voyage to my next boring hour
in a place with boring hardwood floors and colorless walls, you are the only thing able to make me full of joy
Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
My frigid fingers wrap around your hand, warmth surrounding the chilly air projections of images seen in front of us the sound was blaring, through the second I looked at your face, the sound was silent.
Your face leaned in, obviously a virgin to kisses a chuckle erupted within my throat as in less than a second, i capture the moment as our lips touch only for a split second but it felt like forever. using your chest as a pillow, my heart fluttered and my cheeks tainted the color of tulips in fresh spring
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Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
His eyes are topaz- deeply engraved aquamarine. His hair is blonde- a dirty shade to match his incredibly hilarious dirty mind. The list can go on, and on and on and on... but I should stop here, before I sink back into the hole of fangirling squeals and flushed out cheeks.
Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
By morning to mourning- My eyes become melted with dripping candle wax as it drop its burns onto my cheeks. You blew out the fire that made my eyes liquefy in molting sweat, and you wiped away the lava drip-drops to stop them from hardening on my face forever. Your glacial hands became immune to my heat- as I was afraid my fevers would make you diffuse- though instead you stayed and took the pain to wipe away my lava drip-drops.
Isaiah 40:8 - "The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever."
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. — Audrey Hepburn
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