hiii SumBlueSunshine, i hope you're doing well :D
i couldn't find a way to include all the details you sent in (i tried to fit in as many as i could) but i hope you like it anyway <3 if u want me to include or remove anything, just lmk. thank ya for sending in a request-- this was really fun! i'm still a bit new to the whole writing-poems-for-other-people thing, so it took quite a while hehe, sorry about the wait.
okay, so each stanza is about a separate detail you sent in, so it might not flow exactly how i want it, and i wasn't sure how to elaborate on each one since i'm not you, and it might be a little too long, and i might've taken from my own personal experience with anxiety to write this one stanza, but-
alright, i'm just a perfectionist rambling nonsense explanations.
let's get to the poem <3 lmk what u think :)
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silence is lovely
in its own static way,
hanging in the still air
with a subtle
fluffed-pillow softness,
but when you're aching for more
than sunken stillness:
music
is movement
in its purest form,
sweetly full and alive--
it swells up inside,
somewhere deep
in my chest
where it builds
around the heartbeats,
filling all my
veining cracks and
empty corners
with the rise-and-fall
of melodies
that are honeyed
with a continuous golden warmth
only the late-summer sun
can match
i can sculpt worlds
into existence
with the soft clay
of words,
shaping them
into the dreams
floating in the mind,
creating wonders
unknown
to this hard earth
and its limits,
and yet i'm still
pushing fantasy
into reality
with only
ebony ink
flowing from my pen
like a river
that can't be choked
anxiety
tends to
lodge in my throat
like a fist
waiting to unfurl
and stretch its fingers
to grasp at the very depths
of the thoughts
i've shoved down
to rest in a knot
in my stomach--
but it's just a fight
and every battle
can be won,
every threatening fist
can unclench
and soften
into skin
instead of stone
i always seem to be
growing up
and getting older,
leaving
the past behind
in still photographs
that won't ever be
brought into full color,
and darling,
i don't wanna miss
a thing,
i want every moment
captured
in its vividness,
i want every color
of life
to soak into
my skin
like sunlight
so that i can
feel everything at once
before it fades--
because if i let my eyes
flutter shut
will everything still be
the same
when i wake?
YOU ARE READING
let me shape you into words
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