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Writing Showcase of Some of My Short Poetry

Some Examples Of My Short Poetry

Creator

You Can Try

You Can Try

 

Take your crayons,

And scribble in colors.

Put them on paper,

Cardboard,

Wallpaper,

Glass.

Do not question light’s reflections.

You are a creator.

Something new has been born

You Can Try

You Can Try

You Can Try

 

Rip out my eyes

To tell the color of my iris,

Put them under a microscope and zoom in,

What do my cells tell you?

Take me apart 

Piece by piece

Break my body down

To its basic components.

What you have there

Is a pile of gore.

It's not me.

You cannot find me in my cells,

Dissect my brain and tell me my personality,

Tell me my memories,

My dreams,

Even if you steal every atom that builds me up,

You'll never have me.

Rainbow

You Can Try

Night Time

 

Colors Colors everywhere,

They’re surrounding me

Encompassing you.

My life was also in black and white,

There was wrong

And there was right.

But now with you I see

How narrow minded it was of me.

The world isn’t all dark,

Or all light,

It’s not even gray.

The world is everything! 

All mixed and matched in perfection

Sometimes it seems pretty,

Other times it’s sad,

But never has it been bland.

I am still shrouded by the dark

But you are my rainbow.

Night Time

And You'll Thank Her

Night Time

 

Ink printed on paper

Aging papers smell

Flat pillows

Fraying blankets

And mother’s voice

Taking me to another world

One Year Old

And You'll Thank Her

And You'll Thank Her

 

Once upon a time

In the land of manicured lawns

And drug dealing houses

There lived a child

Of ink and graphite

And You'll Thank Her

And You'll Thank Her

And You'll Thank Her

 

She's got roses for eyes

And thorns for teeth

She’ll lure you in

With sweet fragrance 

Then nibble on you 'til you bleed.

A Longer Piece of Poetry

Journaling

 

I’ve taken to journaling,

Not as strict as a diary,

It’s a stream of conscious,

A ramble, a collection of words,

That I hope make sense in their order,

But if they don’t it doesn’t really matter.

I hoped that writing would improve my memory

And perhaps my handwriting.

Neither have improved

But it’s something to do.


I have these times when I get the urge to write,

But every story feels wrong.

So I bring out my journal,

And say how the days gone.

I don’t really chronicle events,

More just summarize and ruminate.

My journal won’t tell you what I’ve eaten,

But it will tell you my thoughts,

On the studies of future historians.


And there are times I do tell stories,

Written with more of my voice than a reader could handle,

And random bits of dialogue,

Completely out of character,

That I wish that I’ll remember for later,

But I forget to mark the page,

And it is lost forever.

For I simply don’t have the time

To read my own journal.


Maybe in a few years I’ll pick up the old thing,

And I’ll poke through it and laugh,

“What stupid things I thought about!”

As if they’ll be any less ridiculous then.

And I’ll find the small stories I wrote,

Go “ah what great ideas.”

Then I’ll close the journal up,

Repeat the process again in another few years.


When I was younger I tried to journal,

I wasn’t very good.

You might wonder how one could be bad?

After all I already said I don’t make sense.

My answer to that,

Is I only wrote every few years.

What I wrote the years after the first entry,

Were critiques on said entry,

I go through diaries I received at seven years old,

Look through the entries,

Find my fourteen year old self

Critiquing my seven year old spelling,

My seventeen year old self

Scolding the fourteen year old self

For berating the seven year old self,

Perhaps my twenty year old self

Should comment on the ridiculousness 

Of having a conversation with oneself,

Then my twenty five year old self

Can huff at my twenty year old self

And tell them that it’s actually good and fascinating.

The conversation will last until I’m on my deathbed,

Surrounded by completed journals,

And I write my final words,

I hope that they’re something ridiculous too.

Learn About My Original Characters on Unvale here:

UnVale

Learn About My Other Project and Its World Building Here:

World Anvil Mayvis

Learn To Be Story Page

Learn to Be

World Anvil Pages Sneak Peek

Here are some of the articles for the world of Mayvis!

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