Poems from obullock
Hello!
The name I'm going by on the site is Trizdy Plat. I began writing poems in ninth grade, when I met my first friend at the high school. I had never really thought much about it, but I've always loved writing stories, even thought I'm not very good. I decided to try my hand at poetry instead, and here we are! I mainly write about love and relationships, even though I'm pretty much clueless in both areas. I find that poetry has a way of communicating what you want to say, even if what you're saying makes no sense. Right?
It's not that, Cuyler, it's that
Being here with you is torture, but I push on
Even when you make fun of me
Causing my face to turn...
Everyday I strive to please you
Because for some silly reason
I hope you'll take me back
I wish that when you get close
And open your mouth...
Perhaps I have been too brash
in only wanting to dash
from the room you are in
but over the din
its my mind that I want to slash.
Maybe I...
No time,
no time at all
none to read meaningless words,
none to spare for a wayward thought
no seconds to give to listen
not a moment to...
I run from the room, the wing whipping my face and stinging my already red eyes. You never think it will end up wrong, you only feel it...