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glitteryteenpoems 7 months
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vessel
rinse your rice before
you cook it
become the waxy
woven fabric
wash yourself free of sins
but be careful not
to flood your veins
with blackened blood
sins are like holy water
infinitely concentrated
my body is a vessel
a canvas
a trench
i am the ocean
the painter
the sea floor
you are the diver
the critic
the darkness
creeping over my life
like blackened blood
i do not care
what i have created
myself to be
as long as you
take those parts of me away
dilute my sins
vessel.
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glitteryteenpoems 7 months
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shepherds warning
my mind is a maze
of red thread
that unravels itself
to find the means
to the end
(you understand me in the silence
but when the morning breaks
it dawns on you
that my silence isn鈥檛 enough
to believe in)
the red thread finds itself
i say nothing.
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glitteryteenpoems 7 months
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the shape of the moon
the whisper of a breeze echoes through the house we鈥檒l never live in
it kicks up dust聽 from your unused wicker chair and rustles the dead flowers on the windowsill
outside the overgrown garden aches to be frolicked in聽 our bones feed the flowers
wild the way you wanted to be growing free as our house rots a perfect sphere shining in the moonlight
the moon put the wind in your bones so you could visit once more without considering how hard it would be to leave again
easy for her to say she ebbs and flows but we鈥檙e only buried once
we fall apart聽 slowly, slowly.
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glitteryteenpoems 1 year
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kinetic energy connections potential but not quite a prodigy if a midnight love is not enough then perhaps you are asking too much if your ugly duckling narrative refuses to unfurl if your metamorphosis leaves you a creature of the night perhaps you expect more than the world is destined to give you perhaps it is time to spread your wings and fly to the moon trailing silver blood and forgotten dreams.
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turmeric prompt from @writeblrcafe - bingo!
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glitteryteenpoems 1 year
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candlelit corridors and other goodbyes wax on your fingers and wool over your eyes
candlelit corridors mercurial highs the distance stretches and so do your lies
candlelit corridors and orange skies bittersweet endings broken-voiced cries
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cinnamon from @writeblrcafe's spice prompt bingo
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glitteryteenpoems 1 year
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she never stays long a hurricane of orange a glimpse of sunlight
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star anise prompt from @writeblrcafe's spice bingo :)
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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belated happy one year to this little account :) i don't really post my poems here anymore, but i still love it when ur notes pop up in my emails! it's lovely to think that people read my poems even when i've forgotten about them.
love always,
lee.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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my tree changes with the seasons. i watch, and wait till i do the same.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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the word tastes like coffee spilling out of your mouth it鈥檚 bitter and dark and i wanna take your tongue out
when you call me a villain with your hands on my body do you hear yourself and find the truth in my pain? will you call me a victim just while you鈥檙e mourning?
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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Book
ghosts fall from pages
you pick up their feelings, wait
to be loved again.
Human
My bookshelf holds ghosts.
Despite this, I feel the same
feelings they once felt.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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closed ecosystem
i'm tethered to this room according to you it smells like me but i think i'm keeping you here like the houseplants dying on my windowsill you'd rather be climbing trees than watching the seasons change the one outside. i can't let go of this space you haunt it like a ghost last night i cried because there were birds in my tree and now i watch the spring leaves grow i'm tethered to this room according to mum i need to get out my tears soak into the pillows i can't remember when you left but i might if i let go.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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i fill my books with letters addressed to my friends, they only make it as far as the fire but they'll come back when it ends and the streets have started wobbling i can't even cross the road without tripping over a metaphor or all the words i never wrote
and dear diary, i'm aching to just write about this pain but there is no escaping the poems that fall like the rain.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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in media-res
[slow zoom from
outer space] first
showing the orange
ocean and the
black clouds
and the lack of animals
the disappearance of trees
war and plague and apocalypse
[slow pan around to
show a small house] in which
a teenager sits and lets
ink bleed from their pen
[close up of the paper
and what they鈥檝e drawn]
pink hearts and love
poems
so the audience realises
the micro-scope
that this teenager
has.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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my body beneath the ocean, buried in a sea of words i've lost.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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tiny pieces of me flaking off like the paint from the side of the house i helped my grandad paint now i'm too tired to go to sleep and all my grandad taught me was how to hold a paintbrush tiny pieces of me lost to the sea breeze it could be worse it could be worse.
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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drift my muscles ache and the sky dulls the bright roar of life if i was stronger i would write a poem about her if i was stronger i would write a poem about you and the way your breath feels on my cheek or the back of my neck soft like the gentle slap of waves against the bottom of a boat lonely in the sky lonely in the sea a
drift apart but not like you if i was stronger if i was stronger.
saw a boat today that looked so soft and so lonely, if I was stronger maybe I would write a poem about her
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glitteryteenpoems 2 years
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then again, a million stars and you couldn't save one even if you tried. the stars will rise again supernova, supernova, a million ways to give up.
There are a million
Ways to give up, sometimes I
Think I've tried them all
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