clouds chase and shift after each other, streaks of mauve and porcelain, breezing along the icy blue sky. peaks rose before them, like a sandcastles yet to be molded by a child who had long left to play the tides. awkward and stoic in their placement, the dented curves and cornered edges a silent tribute to the test of time.
and, if i stepped closer perhaps i’d witness the haggard summit and the infinite memories sliced away by storms.
Yes, I see the sun. Nice. No, I don’t feel its warmth. Yes, I sense the wind. Cool. No, I don’t take pleasure in the breeze. Yes, I can see the view. Pretty. No, I’m not delighted.
The green meadows and creaking swing, they feel so fake, someone else’s dream. Where’s mine?
I can see the smiles people give me, laugh at the messages from friends, hum along to some music, joke with my family.
A brief moment of happiness, a bright shooting star. Gone in an instant, swallowed again by the unyielding darkness.
Distractions. They don’t protect me from the ghost in my head, drive off the clouds pouring tears of depression, get rid of this thing draining the life out of me.
I’m so, so tired. Of myself, of the world, of life.
I wish I could tell someone, express myself. Those counselors wearing bright smiles,
This is inspired by Treblemaker's post "Boop. A Tiny Writes Conversation". Also, I'm sorry for changing a little bit of the wording from the original text on Tiny Writes. I had to make it more "poetic".
A little "poem" of rhyming created on Tiny Writes as a "Goodbye!" to 2020:
It's almost the end of this horrific year! I think this calls for lots of cheer! Hurray! A new beginning is almost near, let's jump into it without any fear!
Lot's of laughter – can't you hear? And many smiles, not one tear! Let all the misfortune disappear, give a toast and raise your glass of beer!
Written by Roses, Treblemaker, Moonsand, Crescent_Moon, dogpoet and Mysticat.
Finally found the time to write a few Christmas poems XD. School applications are stressful. ______________________________________________________________________________
It’s Christmas, who would’ve known? It’s been a year, I was shut in my home.
I remember sitting there, counting down the days, thirteen days, twelve days, eleven ‘till Christmas.
Set up a countdown, stare at each second, cheer every passing minute, ten days ‘till Christmas.
Put up the Christmas tree, hang up all the ornaments, pull out the stockings, nine days ‘till Christmas.
Hang up the lights, an inflatable Santa, glowing in the night, eight days ‘till Christmas.
Plan Secret Santa’s, drag my parents to the mall, buy all their presents, seven days ‘till Christmas.
"Life goes on. Like an echo in the forest, like an arrow in the blue sky, on my pillow, on my table, life goes on like this again." From "Life Goes On," lyrics by BTS
I admit, I’m not a political person. I never watch CNN or Fox News, and I’m not ashamed to say, I didn’t know the difference between Democrat and Republican until fourth grade.
But I know right from wrong, good from bad, compassion from cruelty, peace from chaos, unity from division. My parents taught me those. I thought all parents taught their children those.
Then why, when I go on the media, do I only see ugly words distorted from anger. Manipulation spinning threads around and around. Chaos, not creative chaos, destructive chaos, meant to mince you down, shred you until there’s nothing left for the vultures. Ire and rage, hate and disdain, mockery and ridicule.
“Trump got Covid!” a comment snarls, “I hope he goes to hell!” “Biden’s stupid!” another comment growls, “Go back to whatever basement you crawled out of!”
