This piece is known as ‘the poem that’s so cheesy it’s practically fondue’. You’ve been warned.
would you come over to my house we could sit on the floor make up lyrics for forgotten songs you would tuck your toes under my thigh warm your fingertips on the chipped porcelain of my skull-shaped teacup when I bring it to my lips it always reminds me of you let me be kind to someone who won’t hold it against me I will listen while you talk about the things you love you could laugh at my jokes if you think they’re funny maybe when I’m tired I’ll let you mess up my hair we could share a blanket and fall asleep holding hands I don’t want romance. please, darling, just see menanowrimo
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I spent Halloween night writing and singing songs with my friends. It was the very definition of living my best life. This is for them.
My heart is so full Of mismatched stickers on computers Fantastic bouts of laughter Cigarette breaks in the coldest darkest night Plush leaf sheep petted, coddled, traded from hand to hand Dark secrets of Google searches revealed Our fearless leaders: Pink hair, clear eyes, green tail Construct elaborate militant theories About giant monsters, savior robots, Humans crushed under their heel A twin by my side Enthusiast romantic chemist Pilot of twenty one vessels Trash collector king: My serendipitous brother This community of dedicated warriors: The quiet pitter-patter of their typing fingers Spinning into being, heart-shaped, hard-edged, Untold worlds, luminescent on a dusty keyboard Through obscure challenges and inside jokes This drivel we’ve written This dream of ours An unpalatable house of cards Crumbling under the weight of our critical minds We exchange stamps, cards, notebooks Enough food and coffee to feed a small army Of relentless storytellers Diligent wordsmiths Stumbling, half-awake, through the hurdles of adulthood Hopeful, toward a bowl of hummus The sun crests high windows Ornate ceilings A guitar, five voices Exhausted, heartfelt, elated Drag half-forgotten lyrics from their deepest teenage angst (Even Thom Yorke wouldn’t Take this from us) Melodies warm up my icy fingers, my black-striped soul Until they remember how to sing Down on the ground, up through the roof We drown our weary bodies In pancakes and syrup My daydream empire for an inviting bed But the warmth of your smiles Keeps me awake Humming Climbing All the way up to my ivory tower I feel alive when I’m surrounded with Talented driven compassionate silly Rainbow-colored Friends