Jazz Is Like Glass And Yarn

Sticky notes are my love lanuguage

I want to be written about on stick notes

I want something penned for me on a coffee stained napkin

I want to be written for on a mint gum wrapper

Small love letters secretly scrawled on the inside of locker doors

Someone write me a sonnet, a saga in four parts composed in a private diary by flashlight.

Sweet nothings etched in the stars themselves, in a not left in my lunch, on the fridge, next to my shoes

Tell me the secrets of your heart in the margins of your math note

Confess your love on a scrap piece of paper torn carelessly from a notebook

this is beautiful, thank you for writing this :)

Romance

I saw your love for poetry and it instantly clicked together! It's been a while since I've written an ode so I thought, why not?

Type: Poem

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An Ode to Our Romance

Growing up

You hear love stories

Turned tragedies

Festering

Dying

Hating

All things bad

Adults

Tell you

Divorce

Is normal

Marrying one

You don’t

Love

Is normal

And

Always looking for

The One

Is normal

If that is so

Then

I must be abnormal

I must be

Broken

Because

I love you

And I will

Forever

You

Fill

My days

My time

My heart

And I thank you

I wish

For nothing more

Than you

Your words

Break the silence

With your

Colorful language

And how absolutely colorful

All of the leaves

In all of the trees

In Autumn

How colorful the sun is

In this crisp fall day

With you

As you dance me around

In the rain

Laughing

Playing

Living

The droplets

In your hair

In your eyes

And we both smile

On a playground

With childlike humor

Two adults

Dashing around

Jumping

High into the air

From the swings

Slipping fast down

The cold

Metal slides

Spinning

Together

On the merry-go-round

We love

Wildly

Budding in these

Cold quiet days

Like flowers

Fighting off

A frost

So

Fuck them

This is

Our beautiful

Romance

hello \_-.-_/

Welcome to my page!

I want to use this to hopefully post some of my poetry and other writing stuff!

GMorning, GNight by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Illustrated by Jonny Sun

Beauty Everywhere

i see musical notes hold hands and french kiss under moonlight

i see frozen waterfalls dance in my rear view mirror

i see waves crash against golden sand, sketching sensual rivulets into the Little Rock’s

all of this, and i still can’t find love?

Cigarette Smoke

I breathe in your words like cigarette smoke

I’ve never smoked ever but this must be what it’s like

It’s stings my throat and singes my tongue with sweet burning flavour

I’ve inhaled so much second-hand smoke from being a third wheel

This has to be what it’s like

I love it

The sweet smokiness

It’s like having a part of you inside me

Closer to my heart

Eating away at my lung tissue

A disease that I welcome with a greedy breath

I love you

I mumble through the smoke

I love you

But it was a lie

up in the mountains

and I said, “hey look, the sky’s on fire”

rainy day

cotton candy sky