hey again, i just wanted to say thanks to all of you for your welcome messages yesterday and even though I felt miserable after turning my computer off I loved reading them. i don't really know if people read poetry anymore but here's something I wrote just a couple days ago (sorry for the quality, computer cameras, i know).
good morninggg: hey again, i just... - Anxiety and Depre...
good morninggg
I love music. I like the classics, Bach Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, George Jones, Dolly Parton, The Beatles, Janis Joplin, 3 dog night. Black Sabbath, Lynard Skynard, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Night wish and Amaranth. Did I mention any that you like?
This is really pensive. You know it’s good poetry when emotions flow as you read it.
Do you listen to Mac Miller?
thank you so much!! yes i do listen to mac miller
‘Lungs are filled with the diamonds of the sea’ such lovely words! I really enjoyed reading this. Poetry is is such an overlooked art. I write poetry when I get the chance or when something strikes me. Keep writing!!
thank you so much! that truly made my night and you have no idea how much your kindness inspires me. I will continue to post more poems, I'm glad you like them x
That's wonderful, langedchu. I'm a poet as well.
wow that's really cool, i didn't know poetry was still kind of a thing. i would love to read one of your poems if you have a chance. hugs x
The Land of Sand and Red Solo Cups
How are you, they askbut they really just want you
to keep walking on by
If I were to answer I would say,
I'm thirsty
I'm so very very thirsty
I could really use a drink
But they wouldn't understand
because they would bring me sand
bring me sand in a red Solo cup
and tell me that it's water
and urge me to drink
I would sit there holding the red Solo cup
full of sand they call water
and stare in their face as they smile
and stare into mine
Take a drink, they would say
and I'd give it back
and a tear would form on the edge of my lid
But I'm thirsty
I told you I'm ever so thirsty
I need some water please
Please can you just bring me some water
before my insides come out and die
Stare back at me they would
with those sad sad eyes
and a cock of their head
like I'm the one losing the crux of my mind
when it's them who handed me a Solo cup of sand
and told me to drink
as though they weren't trying to kill me
from the inside out
Hey passerby can you come here please
Can you tell this person how thirsty I am
and please oh please dear passerby person
can you get me some water so I don't die
right before your eyes
Stare back at me they would
with those sad sad eyes
and a cock of their head
like I'm the one losing the crux of my mind
Then they'd take that red Solo cup of sand
in hand
and tell me to drink
as though they weren't trying to kill me
from the inside out
And I'd realize I am alone
in this desert
this land of sand and red Solo cups
and no one can hear or see
what I'm really trying to say
As hard as I try it won't matter
What's the matter
It don't matter