poetry is kinda cool.

[khil]

haven't written many poems recently, but i think this might be one of my best.
it's a diptych(double poem), something i've never done before and i think it turned out great.

cigarette smoke (pt.i)
traded my oxygen for smoke
didn't thank God when i awoke
without the cigarette i have no hope
i'm addicted, "i'm just trying to cope"
my memory still holds words i never spoke
to you, i'm just glass that broke.
pity is all i see
when you look at me
you call it bravery
the life i've lived so dangerously.

Marlboro Beyond Blue (pt.ii)
light another one to feel better
inhaling words, a hidden prayer
it's not the Bible, i've never read her
but if you want, i could write you a letter
about all the things that matter
to me, including you.
just can't admit that we're through
if not me then who?
is touching you
while i'm feeling blue.

 

[khil]

haven't written many poems recently

this is lowkey a lie because i wrote 3 poems before this one but found them mediocre in comparison.

the titles being "Manrathon" and "body olympics". i genuinely think my pen game when it comes to naming my pieces is literally so insane.

i doubt anyone would take interest in this but if you do, i have more.

 

[melancholic]

I think you might be in the wrong place for your talent. You’d probably shine more somewhere that aligns better with your skills.

 

[khil]

think you might be in the wrong place for your talent.

firstly, thank you for calling it a "talent" it means a lot. secondly, i totally agree, but the cool thing about not having anyone give a fuck about my pieces on here is that it makes it easier to share them without trepidation of criticism or even responses in general.

 

[khil]

now that we've established that no one is gonna read this shit and apprehension is unlikely, here's another, so this thread can be a like a little archive and i can come back when i'm better at my craft and be like, "damn this shit is horrible who allowed your dumb ass to write this?"
anyways

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲
touched myself in my bed again
you're in my head, i play pretend
you watch my body push and bend
my brain still can't comprehend
why we struggle to amend
two broken pieces and have them blend
together
the pleasure might make me go blind
i watch you bump and grind
so surreal, i can't seem to find
a way to get you out my mind
i love you
until the sunrise
morning dew
between my thighs
now what will you do
with such a prize?


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𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲 (𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲)
you're probably out getting laid
i can't blame you, i prayed
for the day you leave with the mess you made
of me
and my dreams
you must've saw them as a meme
never ask me what i mean
when i say "i love you"
morning dew
once again, sweet like honey
said you're out "chasing money"
but it just feels like you're running from me
or something else entirely
what an irony
to see the winner lose
i know my absence left a bruise
on the man drowning in his sorrow
say you miss me
and we're back together tomorrow.