Human Nature of Meteor Showers by RockerByBaby, literature
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Human Nature of Meteor Showers
When I lift my pen, words freeze
like I'm pressing cold steel blades against their throats
then chase me with confessions
as I'm running away, so they say
talking about the weather
is too forced and cheap, I beg
to differ. Because every time I swear
how I can't feel the sun anymore
they run for shade, excusing themselves:
"So I've heard it's supposed to storm all week."
One day my heartbeat will overwhelm the silence
eavesdropping when I have the floor
how big of a deal small talk is
for me, an eyewitness
to people turning heads
to avoid eye contact
when I was trying to tell them
how I can't bare to look at myself
because:
"Can you s
You're Going to be an Aunt by RockerByBaby, literature
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You're Going to be an Aunt
She settles like dust
in the valves of my heart
sifting sands
for the prettiest of seashells
her accent of sweet talk, stillborn
in brain grooves
how she synchronize swims
through my troubled mind
when gone, seasick, up to my neck
in boiling water
holding her is nothing short
of smooth sailing
how she carries me away
in gentle bobs
how I get lost
how the best part is
she looks up to my horizons
for safe haven, memorable sunsets
into moonlit skies, shimmering
surface of humble seas
we wake for each other
into newfound sunrises
cuddled in harmonizing smiles
her boo boos are my fetal position
her potential eyes, my trail
less traveled, where I
Confessions of the Heartbreaker by RockerByBaby, literature
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Confessions of the Heartbreaker
We both carry this premonition
that this will all, eventually,
sting like hell
Love is blind, he traces my braille
with the tips of his fingers
According to science, it's because
that's where our nerves end
but if you ask me
there's just not enough chemistry
and, well, I'm just smiling crooked
in his fear of the unknown
If only he felt this way
through the rest of his days
he just might conquer the world
There's even times he lifts me
on top of the world
like when he tells me goodnight
like a broken record
of my favorite songs
before he finally disappears with the body language
of lovers saying their goodbyes at an airport
or when he rummage
If love was a choice, perhaps
we'd decide not to love
our unrequited loves
like how we choose
not to touch
heated stove eyes
but precisely brush our hands
above the boiling pot of water, careful
not to get steam burned
I had to learn
that I want you
your crust
your burnt edges
your crumbs
today loves you
even tomorrow wants you
have you ever felt like
all the poetry in the world
has already been written
and it follows you like lava
in your sweetest dreams?
You see, I wonder things
like why no one can stare
directly at the sun
without temporary blindness
but we can hold a staring contest with the moon
and win
Every now and then, I take an aggressive bite
out of my tough exterior, exposing
my soft inner mush
Velvet skin, pocket lint
throughout my bone marrow,
Bloodlines and bonfire
my veins, barbwire independence
Good days, bad days
Align like lattice that I can see through,
yet serves as a gate, splitting my smile
from my intuition of freedom
Horizontal lines, dimples
Vertical, dysfunctional self esteem
Self image, practiced in foggy mirrors
I take out the garbage, water the flowers,
remembering, no, feeling the sting again
Of grudges in a rainbow
Of roses with thorns
In a junkyard
Plastic voices
Not mine, wicker baskets,
cradling my soft
I don't know what to say, I'd probably
Unfold it like a tattered, flowered comforter anyway
These memories I wear like freckles, they illuminate
Beneath the sun, rest assured in the shade, my curiosity
Is fool's gold for the future, it's all about
The texture of sentimental value
I cram all materialistic doubt, airtight
Like a can of sardines
That way, it's sure to carry a distinguishing stench
Making it easier to discover
Myself
In nothing but sweet aromas
Of pineapple confidence, blackberry patience
Careful not to move or disturb
One sore muscle
Letter Of Recommendation by RockerByBaby, literature
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Letter Of Recommendation
Before you walk out, hear me out--
Girl, there is no doubt
you're going long routes;
just recollect this future reference:
Hold up; hold it down--
Sugar rush in high heels
is not the only way out;
not what it's all about.
Let things run their course--
Walk in other people's shoes;
Take a stand, corrected.
Now, turn around--
Display every angle of this attire;
it suits you rather well.
Take a seat for this--
I could break it to you easy, but;
bliss is ignorance.
& whether life's weather foreshadows a breeze--
you're gonna fall hard, swept off your feet
to weak knees. It's not over; it's over
& over
again.
Before you div