A smile can last
just as long as my mouth functions,
just as long as my brain can tell my lips to move,
just as long as I... let it stay.
A second,
maybe more,
but usually not for too long.
A smile on my face,
is actually not rare at all,
yet seeing it stay is an extremely rare feat.
A smile
turned to a frown,
an upside down smile,
formed from stressed, unhappy thoughts,
frustration, irritation, people,
my lonesome, hunger, headaches,
lack of sleep, baggy eyes,
too much to do,
so little time,
poems written sloppily,
jumping from place to place,
without a scheme, no particular theme,
a mess of words,
trying to push their way out of my brain,
my brain too tired, allowing them exit,
my mouth to quiet, keeping the words in,
my eyes, watching my hands type the things my
mouth can't say, the things my eyes apparently don't show.
Robert Frost says,
"nothing gold can stay,"
but to me,
the gold can be remembered.
Only,
what gold is there in this mess of my life?
Gold always loses its value once bought,
you know that, right?
So maybe, nothing gold can stay,
but the gold can be remembered.
Senseless thoughts,
jibberish words that mean nothing,
displayed across a screen,
a laptop or phone,
a tablet or computer,
written by someone behind another screen,
that you readers read,
after I, the writer writes,
for what reason I do not know.
The temporary highs;
listening to music, talking to family,
trying to write, dancing,
even swimming,
cannot calm my nerves,
cannot save me from the frowns that continue to
adorn my face once the smiles fade away
and the high leaves like the last breath of wind
that pushes you inside of your house,
slamming the door shut,
on a windy day.
A/N
Song: Tove Lo - Habits (Stay High) - Hippie Sabotage Remix
NOTE: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR #85 IN POETRY!!! :D THIS IS AMAZING! I'VE NEVER BEEN UNDER 100 (THAT I KNOW OF) SO THIS IS BIGGGG! PLUS, I JUST GOT MY 400TH FOLLOWER TODAY (EVEN THO TWO DUMB CLUCKS UNFOLLOWED, THE BUMNUGGETS.) BUT STILLL!
#85 IN POETRY IS NUTS!
P.s. Miscellaneous Fact: I randomly get poem ideas when walking my dog or just sitting in the car or whatever and I scramble to write them down on something (hand, paper, leg, whatever).
So once I write the idea(s) down, I think of the poem(s) in my head, then I forget it all. XD
But do not fret! I just remake them once I finally sit down, make a new chapter on Wattpad, and start typing shiz that pops up in my head. Before that though, I literally just save the idea/title of poem as a draft and then work on it whenever.
Just a little explanation about how I do things. I am not just not updating because I do not want to or just to make you guys wait for a poem, it is simply because this thing called life is pulling me under its waves and expecting me to be able to swim to the top with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
So, this was longer than anticipated but thank you guys again for #85 in Poetry. Sorry for the lack of updates for this book or really, any of my books, but the past month and these past few weeks have been EXTREMELY hectic.
So serious. I'll make a poem about it later (tomorrow?) and explain what I mean.
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
