Poems Are
Poems are
Words that can
Never find a place,
But can always find a home
In your heart
More Posts from Crazycrapinc and Others
Butterfly Blues
In my stomach were butterflies
But I had no idea why,
I loved you dearly, yet still I see
Myself franticly clipping their wings.
The world is in a state of gray
But you come in and brightly say
“Only you, my love, will I adore.”
I never could have wanted more.
For you I live, for you I breathe
My heart wants these creatures freed
Escaped from their cage, released today
My butterfly blues finally fade away
Lilac words
And lavender hallucinations
Illuminate a world
That is better off
Without me in it
Thoughts on Love #17
Love.
The word is full of expectations. You think there will be joy and comfort in love, you think there will be safety and confidence. However, the truth is that love defies expectations.
It shatters what we think we know and enhances truth in our lives. The truth about love is that love is truth, and that is something that is untaintable.
Am i a glass half emtpy
Or am i nearly full?
Or am i somehow
A shattered glass
Never to be filled at all
Somewhere deep
In this scaffolding of bones
My heart aches
For love
And the stars
Your shoulders are littered
With meaningless tatoos
Inky reminders
That cannot be removed
So here is new mistake
For you to wear around
And maybe it will mean something
When i am nowhere to be found
And in that moment
I finally understood
What it meant to feel
Breathless
You are the road
Less traveled
And the girl
Less loved
But that doesn't mean
You're worthless
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
Colorblind Problems... just me?
So I'm colorblind, and when I was starting at a new school everybody was super freaked when they found out. People always point at things and ask what color it is... is this just me? Like this,
People: Ooh! You’re colorblind? What color is the sky?
Me: Blue.
People: What color is this paper?
Me: White.
People: You aren’t colorblind, why would you lie?
Me: I’m not lying, I am colorblind. I’m just not colorstupid.
But then there are sometimes...
People: Ok, what color is this peanut butter?
Me: ...
Me: Green..?
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