A Poem

I wrote a poem for this ExR fanfic (Novelesque Diary) by Ryssabeth on AO3.

You blink your eyes open

As sunlight pierces you

And see wisps of black

Heavy strokes on your pale

Perfect

Skin

Graceful inky swoops decorate you and,

Grasping in smoky memories,

You can just remember him—

Lamplight sparking off his hair

His fingers warm

As they brush your body

Softly

Deftly

And the cool sensation

As he writes of you

Worships you

Creates you

And you read—

"Perfect for writing stories"

On your fingers.

One shoulder blade holds

"A world made of books,

Sadness and

Shitty movies"

And a shoulder blade holds

"A world made of books

And snark

And decent literature"

You wonder what he'd write on your tongue

You think of what you'd write on him

You think he'll be the death of you

A Poem I Wrote Today

I thought I loved you
But I loved you
As the winter loves
Chokingly
Coldly
Fatally
My bones freezing over
Until spring came
With new flowers
And warmth
And light
That lit the shadows
Between each rib
And vertebrae
Causing all dark reminders of you
To flee

There's a few different sort of word variations for this one but this is how I first wrote it so there you go. I like it, if I'm honest. And also, I've been watching Bones a lot lately so the mention of bones and ribs and vertebrae may have something to do with that...

Another poem

There's thunder and lightning
And we're stuck inside
But it's okay
Because the sun shines
Harshly on our flaws
And I adore the rain
I've never loved you more
So let's be in love today
We'll go out and dance in the storm
And marvel at the heavens
And when the rain stops
And the sun comes to greet us
We'll say goodbye
And dash inside
Because we don't need it

I'm really quite proud of this one. This was another challenge - include rain. Nate said it was perfect. Which, of course, it isn't but still...it made me happy. Plus, I'm just really happy with it. I'm happy with how it turned out. It took me quite a while to write it, much longer than my poems usually take. And when I was finally done I felt like I'd written what I'd been trying to write for hours.

I've got a poem for you

Summer slips away
And the days slip into longer nights
As we slip into something colder
And trees shiver
And drop their leaves
Green becoming red, gold, brown
As they make the journey down
Left there to form a carpet
Of beautiful death
Naked trees are clawed hands
Trembling and arthritic
In bitter winds
That soon bring snow
That white downy blanket
Sent to warm the world
As we warm each other
In sweaters, sitting by fireplaces
And soon spring shall come again
Bringing flowers and new life with it

I quite like most of this one except for the last few lines. I'm not very good at ending poems. I often feel like most things I come up with (this one included) are kind of corny and cliche. But oh well, I shall work on it.
I wrote this one as part of a challenge between me and my friend, Nate. The challenge was just to write a poem about the seasons changing.
So there you go, and I have one more to show you.

An Untitled Poem

I didn't know it'd be like this
If I'd known
Perhaps I wouldn't have wished for it
Because I did, you know
Wish for you
On every dandelion
And eyelash
And magic time
And shooting star
Though I didn't know it was you
That I was wishing for
I wonder,
If I'd known how this would feel -
How it would hurt
And how it would heal -
Would I still want it?
Want you?
Would it make sense
In my over-logical head
Would the pros outweigh the cons?
Should I have protected myself instead?
Should I have stood strong
Instead of falling heals over head
For you?