Silly Poems

"If they can't write prose, let them write poetry"

If Only I Was Reborn To Know How To Write Well...

So cool I just learnt how to code

Oh, here's my Wattpad!

My list of things I like

Anyways, I wrote a few poems, so here they are!

Note by Silly: Well I don't expect anyone'll read any of these but if you do I know they're bad.
Also if you do read these leave a indication here or something :D
Idk maybe go tell me on my Wattpad

Theme: Scars

They see your scars
They see they ugly black marks
Down your face
Down your neck
And down your chest
They see how it
Bends
And Straightens out
And leaves holes in places
Like a river
Yes,
They talk to you carefully,
Slowly
Cautiously
Keeping away from the edge of that line
That tears your pretty face
In half
But what they don't see
Is how deep the scar goes
How fragile it is
That even a light touch
Splits you in half


It looks rather empty with one poem only...
Let's put another!
Prompt: "Summer is"

Foxtails

Summer is the day we went out together
To a field of foxtails and green slopes.
Summer is the sun shining down
On your smiling, joyful face.

Summer is the clear blue sky
And clouds covering the sun just enough
Summer is the narrow snapshot of foxtails and hills
An escape from the dull grey buildings around.

Summer is my white shirt and your red one
And laughing about who's gaining heat faster.
Summer is running after her, giggling,
Stopping her from pulling out nature's tail.

And summer is the photo we took
Where you're smiling like always
I'm wearing my white shirt
And she's holding the trophy of what we couldn't stop her from taking.

The singular photo beneath the blue sky and sun,
min the field of foxtails
To prove we ever met each other.

Summer is the day we went out together
The last time I saw foxtails swaying freely in the wind.


This one was based off my choirmate. Because I ran for Sec 1 coord and she got it, I ran for Assistant Section Leader and she got it too. But honestly I don't hate her, I still like her very much.

Just A Thought

Today
I made a realisation.
Staring at the girl in front of me
I thought
That if she disappeared,
Everything would
Work out for
Me

If she disappeared
I would be the one
Standing up there
Smiling and talking
If she disappeared
I would be the one
Sitting in that chair
Shaking hands and nodding
And so
I had a scary idea
What if
What if
What if
I killed her?
Perhaps
after this
I could follow her
And strangle her
No, she's the captain
After all.

Perhaps
One day
I could look at her bottle
And drop a little something
No, she has sharper eyes
After all.

Or perhaps-
Oh.
She looks at
Me.

And she smiles
And waves
And then
I smile at her too.

Because it's just a thought
After all.