so... I write poems (and songs, but the melodies are never great) sometimes, and I thought I'd share a couple here.

this one is about getting older and your friends growing out of things when you don't. the wording might be... strange but it all means something personal to me lmao

favorite color

blue rays of light scatter from my kaleidoscope. "magic!" you call. "i told you we were wizards!"

fine sand for bricks, gathered from cracked buckets, castle doesn't crumble

best friends forever, exquisite fairy houses

plotting to kidnap santa claus so our annoying classmate doesn't get any gifts

orange jazz symphonies because our life was marigold pens on paper

"what's your favorite color?" you asked

"white," i said

it looks like no color, but it's all of them at once

i had a nightmare that you left me for some magical seal people

reached the microwave without a stool, i must be a superhero!, but you said no

felt carefree light scatter and mirror my dreams as i read my favorite book about elves

too old to play pretend, you grip a monkey bar instead

i fall & red paint seeps out of skin bubbles & i cry & you exclaim "why can't you just grow up?"

"what's your favorite color?" you asked

"white," i said

the color of the angels we've lost all belief in

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this one is semi-based on an irl situation, but mostly just what my imagination randomly conjured

the Watcher

there was a girl, a boy, and a Watcher

the girl was lonely

the girl liked the boy

the girl ignored the Watcher

the boy was everything

confidence, kindness, snowflakes catching on your tongue and melting lukewarm

the boy liked the girl

the boy waved to the Watcher

as for the Watcher?

they sewed their tongue last year

they couldn't speak about what happened

fist meeting skin

atomical connection leading to immediate regret

they were lonely, like the girl

but they were everything, like the boy

when the boy extended a clean hand to the girl's ash-shattered palm, she took it and held with an astronomical grip

the Watcher was happy for them

watched the rainstorm dance around as they twirled like a lovestruck carousel

but the girl wanted more

more confidence, kindness, everything

but the boy was complicated

and eventually she fell off her horse

the Watcher reached out, catching her like a knight in tainted armor

fingers meeting skin

but then they saw the injury

the one they inflicted, many moons ago

apparently, bruised paint on a human canvas never dries

the boy, the girl, and the Watcher were never the same after that

the girl still wanted him

or perhaps the idea of him

the boy wanted to break free

or perhaps rethink himself

as for the Watcher?

they wanted to apologize

to the boy, for never waving back and holing away from afar

to the girl, for causing an unforgivable scar that might be the reason for current loneliness

but their mouth was still sewn

so they just stood there in the rain

and Watched