Hello lovelies,
I don't really know anything about poetry but I always find myself writing my thoughts. Sometimes things even rhyme. No structure just quick automatic writing I guess. Curious if there's anything to say about it. Here's one from 5 minutes ago:
Shadows from my hair draw curved lines on my face, they tug and pull until they’re all in the right place.
The sorrow gets covered, from the mannequins that pass. They can’t know the truth, they can’t know my past.
It’s unsettling that I’m scared to leak sap of my own bliss, it’s been so long, what if it doesn’t exist?
Inside, my nest grows thick of thumb wars, which trick my fingernails into scratching and sniffing closed doors.
But I am a magician to the thoughts that pass; I could see yellow trees sipping on violet grass.
So I’ll keep braiding my sun burnt umbrellas with s’mores, until the crumbs infect my insignificant woes.
-Ewelina
xoxox
I don't really know anything about poetry but I always find myself writing my thoughts. Sometimes things even rhyme. No structure just quick automatic writing I guess. Curious if there's anything to say about it. Here's one from 5 minutes ago:
Shadows from my hair draw curved lines on my face, they tug and pull until they’re all in the right place.
The sorrow gets covered, from the mannequins that pass. They can’t know the truth, they can’t know my past.
It’s unsettling that I’m scared to leak sap of my own bliss, it’s been so long, what if it doesn’t exist?
Inside, my nest grows thick of thumb wars, which trick my fingernails into scratching and sniffing closed doors.
But I am a magician to the thoughts that pass; I could see yellow trees sipping on violet grass.
So I’ll keep braiding my sun burnt umbrellas with s’mores, until the crumbs infect my insignificant woes.
-Ewelina
xoxox