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i'm waiting in the dark
can't approach what seems so big
i forgot every scar
so don't ask what i just did
it's 1:32 a.m.
i'm not afraid of heights
i've got a ripped up brainstem
paralyzed in flight
please put it in the ground
it's bleeding on the floor
the skeletons prance around
like they're welcome anymore
"dear God, i can't feel a thing"
dear God, that's just not me
i'll listen to every song you sing
suonato bella, banshee
addicted to the glittery glow,
i can't tear my eyes away
maybe i should go
what did i just say?
i'm drowning in moonlight
hopeless smiles, hopeless hair
it's getting too damn bright
like all i wanted was always there
i can't remember
much of that awkward, dizzy waltz
kids carry this stuff forever
i feel like it's my fault
i can't accept the truth
i gave up on wishing away
i wasn't raised like you
but it really is okay
everything's okay
What do you get from this poem? Anything that comes to mind at all. Opinion the quality, interesting observations, what you think about the writer, etc. Anything it reminds you of or makes you think of..? Also whether you think it could be a song.
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Very interesting.
Very well-written.
Very not boring.
I commend you, this could very easily be a song I would listen to. I think the writer has most likely gone through a lot, and is maybe even still in the process of figuring out who they are.
"i'm waiting in the dark
can't approach what seems so big
i forgot every scar
so don't ask what i just did"
That's my absolute favorite part.
Keep writing, it's a great outlet.
-Jasmine
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Rating: 5
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Thanks so much! Your opinion really means a lot and I like that you took time to give me specifics and stuff. :D Thanks again. :]
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