One Day, One Rhyme- Day 2485

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // The Great Gatsby

I read between the lines when I can't write.!!😶

(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title

Digital Age.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a cage

Or should I call it #theDigitalAge ?

And I must tell you, it's loud in here.

I see and hear everyone too much.

Being called out by memes, and

Feeling left out on trends.

Photoshop making grass a little greener

While I filter out my blues.

I send you LOL with a straight face,

Use "Panic" as my wordle guess,

You see my carefully curated stories,

Unaware of the ones I hide from you.

Trained to fake a smile

Faster than the shutter speed.

While living like the protagonist

Of Franz Kafka's dairy adaptation.

Tired of looking through this glass cage.

Aren't you sick of this Digital Age?

Oh, Who am I kidding! You've already moved on,

To double-tap the next thing.

CROWDED TRAIN RIDES

We save the most intense conversations

For the crowded train rides back home.

Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.

We stand in between the bustling crowd,

Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes

You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it

We talk about the day in moments.

Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,

And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.

That brings a smile to your face,

So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.

To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.

I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone

In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break

So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.

The train stops, and you forget it's time.

It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.

We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.

One of these days will be our final train ride like this

Where we talk about us.

And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.

But maybe one that's just as loved.

Never felt more seen.

"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."

The kind of love...

I've never felt love like yours

The kind that

heals my inner child who made wrong choices in love and,

overpowers my insecurities with constant reassurance.

When you hold my ragged heart in your hands,

salving what's left of it,

I know it has never seen a safer place.

I've never felt the love I've for you

The kind that

wants you to be happy more than wanting you to be mine and,

has me wishing something for you on every fallen eyelash.

When I sit to pray and ask for your happiness along with others,

instead of our future,

I know the love I've for you is beyond just us.

I've never been in love like ours

The kind that

is better than the ones in movies and,

no amount of lyrics can contain.

When we feel the world stop when our foreheads touch and,

time slow when your lips meet mine.

I know I'm learning what love is.

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Nanowrimo starts tomorrow. I am not currently writing novels, but I do write poetry, and I think it would be nice to set myself a challenge and write consistently for a month. I love prompts, so I came up with some which are meant specifically for poetry, but can be used for prose too. Feel free to use them, if you want, and tag me if you do! (I will like and reblog from my main blog, @fragiledewdrop)

NANOWRIMO 2021 POETRY PROMPTS

1. A letter to the dead

2. Healing herbs

3. Heaven, if it exists

4. A silk glove on the ground

5. A solitary candle

6. A memory of light

7. The burden of immortality

8. White night

9. Staring contest with a statue

10. Black lace

11. Message in a bottle

12. A half-remembered song

13. Snowflakes in the dark

14. Waves in a bathtub

15. Winter warmth

16. Forsaken blades

17. Blood on white cotton

18. Ancient stone

19. A legend about roses

20. Three minutes of silence

21. The bells of dawn

22. Whispering trees

23. A solitary rider

24. Winged messenger

25. The language of thorns

26. Fallen hero

27. Forgiven villain

28. Resilient glass

29. Sturdy boots

30. The gates of frost

desperation

A word we borrowed from Latin.

de (without) + sperare (to hope)

forming a word that I'm getting more familiar

with each passing day.

Desperation: to lose hope.

Losing you would be to lose hope,

Because that is what you brought into my life.

That is what you are.

A hope.

A hope that, in your eyes, I'm worthy of love.

A hope that loving someone could feel so easy.

A hope that loving you is a feeling of warm yellow light.

My days pass without being next to you

And each day, that warm yellow light dims a little.

The flowers that slowly bloom in my lungs

when your hands touch me

slowly start to wither without their light.

I feel my heart gradually freeze

into a block of ice

that doesn't melt without your warmth.

Desperation

starts to creep into me with every breath I take.

So my dearest,

I urge you to come,

to hold me until the winter in my heart thaws,

touch me and bring back the spring.