#poem request

I gotchu boo!! Sorry for the delay lol

So, I confess I stalked your tumblr page and then extrapolated details so don’t mind me if something’s incorrect OR you’re like “ummm girl how did you know that abt me 🤨”

Anyway! Hope you like it. Here goes:

Louyse

i imagine you sprawled across your bed ankles crossed in the air, hair falling in strands out of your neon ponytail, bent over some graphic novel that looks like it’s seen the bottom  of a backpack far too many times.

i imagine you have one of those smiles, the kind that blooms soft and slow across your cheeks like a lily, Louyse.

Lily Louyse, i see you upside-down on the monkeybars, grinning like it all means nothing, like the fire is long-gone, no smoke in the  air. not anymore. but the fire once was, we both know.

it burned your eyes as you shook body wracked with a million papercuts a million scars only you could see. it licked your palms as you  clawed  at the darkness, wishing for some answer some semblance-of-self.  i see you curled in a ball on the floor silently begging the world for— oh, i don’t know. all I know is i’ve done, felt, screamed the same.

Well hello there, I like making poems so I made a blog about poems I make

I’m still a learner so I’m sorry if I don’t do it right

I’m just having fun

My name is Mark

I take requests/ideas for poems, so just give me a topic or something you want it to be about and I’ll try my best!

No pay fee cuz I like doing it

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#poem request #mark’s poem inbox #mark’s q&a - Poem requests or just inbox in general

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Last Update: January 19th, 2025

Thanks to @alpydk 😄😁

you are late.

you are too late to wear your mothers favorite dress

she's made it for a body that was supposed to be held by larger hands, for a clean body (a body that a less kind person would put in a glass case and never open again)

for a body that will only ever exist in pictures now, folded clumsily in her wallet,

last time you visited you came face to face to that old crumpled self and thought about how you didn't know it was possible for love to radiate from faded colors

you didn't know love could hide in crease lines running across you baby cheeks(you didn't know it was possible for love to hide in a stained corner)

isn't it always like that in the end? its never the grand gestures that leave the obvious mark

paint smudges against pristine mirrors make the color pop the best

nasty clumpy mascara frames your sweetheart's dark eyes the best

the best song in the world is your friend's only song, that he wrote while running late to a class he didn't even want to come to(it will only be sang once in front you and never again a moment so fleeting even your shadow isn't certain it saw it)

sure love prefers to bloom in the right temperature(who doesn't?)in the right climate in the right season

yet the fruit taste just as sweet in winter as it did in summer

the body couldn't give you the height you wanted

but you got a gnarly scar on your arm to remember the summer you were brave enough to climb the tallest tree because god help you if you cant be gifted want you need you will take it by the throat even if the price is too big for you

you didn't get the confidence you wanted when you were 15 but you now understand the power of being too terrified to speak

night and day all you do is watch and learn there is something holy in sitting back and letting life play out while you plan your next move

you rehearse your lines over and over again until your sweetheart can drink them like honey from your mouth and for a moment it all stops.and you forget why you even wanted to rush it in the first place

so you are late.

and you always will be.

Hi! Yes, I do happen to have slots open and available. Writers block is such a common frustrating thing. I would love to write something for the fellow writers out there 😁

Desire is there, a pen is poised only to draw a blank.

Staring at a plain white screen, watching the cursor slowly blink.

Thoughts are swirling, chasing, grasping for but finding nothing.

Its a vague scent, faint sense of warm words upon your skin.

There is no ground, no bouy or raft to withold you from falling down.

Its empty, its gnawing and clawing, burning with each painful breath until finally you can take no more.

Start kicking and flailing, with every stroke, it still counts, every line and every sound

Pushing through the sea of doubt, discovering its not what you find, but what you make

And when you learn to take the life-line you have made, pull yourself up and out.

Find that ledge youve written in and create the image of inner peace.

And as the the kind ink falls upon your skin, take a deep breath: Now you can begin.

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Upon your horizon

with a mere breath of wind,

your voice calls out pass the shore

like a lullaby of the sea

with tongues of foam

and lips of ocean mist.

I furled my sails

with inexperienced sway

and waded beyond the water's edge

where I lay upon your hands—

a tide I'll never overcome.

With each wave,

I heave at your touch

and gasp for air;

may it be kissing the ocean floor

or diving down the bottom of the sea,

I long to drown nowhere else

but in your loving waves.

.

.

.

and she was his sometimes,

but she still loved him

as he slowly faded out of her life

and into the next girl’s

because she doesn’t get to

choose who she loves

or who she cries over

or who breaks her heart.

and unfortunately,

even if she could choose,

she would probably choose him