Deep Poems - Blog Posts
Ginger bread bathtub
A friend once asked me for a sign
That the universe loved us.
I told her I had taken a bath today.
The water was green and the perfect temperature
The sky was darkening and the light was on
The room smelled like the ginger bread I had brought from the kitchen
Mixed with the eucalyptus of my bath oil.
A song played
It reminded me of a home we moved out of when I was eight.
It reminded me of my nanny teaching me how to paint my nails when my parents left the house
I would sit on a bar stool
My toes would barely brush the ground.
Oh, the universe loves us
The bath water was the perfect temperature today.
"Why am I loved but you are feared?"
Life asked, desperate for an answer.
"Because you're the beautiful lie, and I am the sad reality"
Death answered, watching as a silent tear fell from life's eye
"Are there those who fear life as much as death?" Life asked. "Yes, there are those who fear life" Death continued "But there are those who fear death so much that they never lived to begin with"
Some thoughts, quotes and just things I had once that I considered are something worth knowing:
Also some of this are scattered on my writings.
When you are a child, the only thing you may have and that never leaves you are dreams. You dream, with reaching the stars, with walking among clouds, with travelling the world. When you grow up, you realize that stars are far away and are way bigger than you. That clouds are just air, and that the world is too big. Those dreams die. And you have to continue.
Sometimes you like loliness not because you truly do, but because when you needed not to be alone, you were, and you had to like it cause there was no choice.
A sword is not a sword without first passing through the blacksmith's hammer. Pain forges you.
"I am nobody, but thats my advantage. I am a blank space that I and only I can fullfil. I may be nobody, but I can make myself anybody. I can be the one that shows them wrong, I can be the one that rattle the world. I can be the one that defies, I can be the one that fights to be better. And just by that, I am someone. Someone that made something, and for that something I may remain. I may be remembered. And considered. And listened. I am nobody, but I can make myself someone. " —Me analizing THE scene (not the possession, the one when Lockwood practically begs Lucy to stay) of Ep 2 "Let go of Me" from Lockwood and Co. It is needed to say It came out at 3:00 am while I was planning to talk to Netflix.
The only dream I ever had (the only dream that I wrote that Esther from my Sandman fanfic has) is that I want to be able to sing "I Lived" by One Republic with all the right of the universe.
If I ever had an encouter with a celebrity I admire, I will not shout, or go crazy, or do something weird. I will just say hello and see what comes after that.
To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream.
You're not crazy, you just dont manage to be as false as the mayority.
You may be tired, but please, do not give up. One day you'll look back and laugh, realizing that the pain, the tears, the loliness, all those things that made you bleed, had a purpose.
"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel". Neil Gaiman, you are wrong. Love is described perfectly on the Bible, on 1 Corinthians 13.
Darkness is interesting, yet dangerous. Be aware of that, always.
You are something to treasure. Your mind, your body, your heart. Do not waste yourself.
Hebrews 11:1
Whatever that comes out of that great and dreamer mind of yours is something worth to know.
Laugh, cry, suffer, fly, dream, love, live. And do not dare to regret any of it.
He wil either be my greatest love story or my most painfull heartbreak.
“after” makes me think of you, maybe Hardin and Tessa are not meant to be togheter but they try their hardest to make it work. i want to be like that with you, even if it will still hurt me in the end, i wan’t to give everything i have in order to try and make US work.
Being back in the room where depression lives, it’s a sharp pain and an overwhelming numbness.
How many times can you let the same thing break your heart?
As long as you love it…
Every eyelash that was on my face, every dandelion i blew, every birthday candle, every coin thrown in a fountain, every 11:11, every fallen star, i wished for just a little longer with you.
At least our paths have crossed.
“If it’s meant to be it will come back” i always believed in that until you came back over and over again and kept hurting me over and over again.
i’m in this weird phase of my life where i’m not really happy but not sad eighter i’m just living in confusion of what the fuck i actually feel.
You know everyone is going to hurt you at some point in life you just have to find the ones worth suffering for.
Today i came home from my vacation
Usually you would run to me for hugs and little belly rubs
But the house was empty
My bed felt empty without you in it
I felt the ghost of you,
Happy to see me back
But it will never be the same again
I miss you alot my little star
Especially on moments like this
We were fast cars on our way to crash
i don’t really know what i’m doing i don’t really have a plan i’m just doing what feels right at the moment and for the rest whatever happens happens as long as it feels right.
today is the day i graduated. i wish you were here to see me, see the person i’m becoming. there are so much things you’re about to miss, but for that i will carry you in my heart through all of these moments. i hope you can see me from up there, and i hope i’m making you proud. that’s all i ever wanted to do, making you proud <3
“You can’t love someone until you love yourself”
i have never believed in this until i felt it with my own heart , saw it with my own eyes and drowned in this kind of struggle.
nobody really understands what i’m going trough
They act like they do
But they don’t
They don’t know shit about me.
Butterfly
Summary: A nonsense poem about childhood, grief, wacky ice cream flavors, time travel, and the death of the universe
word count: 331
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Disaster Like an ice cream parlor on friday Asked for two pine Received butterfly The river bed forever on the run Tag you’re it
Blue car forever in the parking lot White car turned red Tsunami flooded the nursery A swing left in the wind A ghostly presence so deep and bare
The lily flower all dressed in black The sun shy The Ocean threatening to fall Revelations of slides Runaway battery acid Contagious fever doomed for death A slow waltz with eternity
Walnut why not Anticlimactic Perfect mid noon nap How about ladybug as well Time a concept for mortals Industrial construction never ending
Wisdom now synonymous with knowledge Basalt might be great Existence is simply taxes and death Apples filled with helium Fundamentals erased
Travel in all axis Windows are useless Paper unbelievably intelligent Tires slashed as if concrete Mage of science Attic inhabitant of roses Lightning zooms with dust cloud
Spires joined by arrows Forest filled cities Vanilla bean ridden and chocolate infested Eldest of all empires Bookcased numbers Not gay if you have your armor on bro Corn floods millions
Jack of all trades Taco bells ring gracefully Maybe palm would be a good bet Islam for island Grocery of bread and barium Insightfulness above and for all Frozen and frosted canada Quakes of large frog
Astrology to the ground Discover rocks with sight perceptor Tango with the axolotl Feet for height All the more curious
Memories receive arson Future forever odd Seesaw broken to ash Vinyl records overgrown with vines Best behavior Covens and cults dedicated to clocks Birch freezes with such subtle flavor Oxygen barren
Danger deleted Shop rong Wandies Stilts of blood soaked with warmth Speed is incoherence Light is shockingly heavy in taste
Intoxicatingly still Colorfully extravagant end Cool calm quick Start of something new in theory Heat depth deeper than nova Pluto is extremely large
Throne unseated Crown melted Task force demolished Atoms are the closest friends Black hole my new favorite