There is a sad, tired feeling in my chest
And trying to force it away will only make it stay But that is sometimes How it goes Part of me hopes no one will really read these (but part of me hopes that someone reads them much later, once I've written good poems and feels encouraged to share what they write even if it's imperfect) - Atlas
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Soft memories
Half faded Curl around me Like the remnants of a dream As I slip awake Bad poetry? From me? Oh no, how unusual - Atlas A double coincidence
Something changes by chance And Through another chance Reverts to the way it was before (But somehow, Something has changed.) So my bike was found today (It really was a coincidence. My mom had the day off because she was sick, but she drove me to theater practice--where my bike was stolen--and decided to look around for a little bit. She found it hidden in the bushes/woods nearby because the sun reflected off the spokes of the wheel, which the other people searching for it hadn't seen because it was foggy this morning. If we'd waited another day, we might not have found it at all. It all seems so unlikely, but I'm glad we found it.) - Atlas Sometimes
You just have to sing into the twilight Until the complicated knot Of numbness in your heart unwinds itself Into sadness, and then finally Into peace. So my bike was stolen today - Atlas I had forgotten how easy it was
To talk to you Words came when I needed them to And I did not regret speaking them-- It's Been a while Since I've had a conversation like that. Friends are nice - Atlas It was the perfect day
Cloudy but still Almost warm, but temperate With a sense of energy humming through the air Who knew that something so simple Could make me so full of joy ...wow this is bad - Atlas You know me more than most
You've seen me laugh and cry You've been with me through all of it And if I still make you happy Maybe I'm doing alright Bad poetry? From me? How unusual - Atlas And when I laughed
It felt bright Like my heart was unfolding To let the sunlight in For the first time Sometimes you just gotta write bad poetry to express real feelings (it's actually really fun though) - Atlas And if all my life was naught but a dream
It was a good dream Full of magic and wonder and ordinariness Mistakes and what comes after them There are worse ways to be, I think If you look up "bad poem", this is probably one of the first things that shows up :P - Atlas 'The truth will set you free,' indeed
Free to find another truth Free to question Free to wander And return, when you are ready Ho hum - Atlas |
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