wren - Hello Poetry

wren Feb 25

it’s been a while since i last typed this website’s URL
for a time, i didn’t have enough feelings to spare for poetry
but now, as i sit here, fingers dancing across the keys
i’ve decided i have something to say

see, i’ve been doing better—though better is relative.
the happiness i feel is still quiet melody
but it sings louder than last week, louder than the week before.
and maybe someday, it will fill the atmosphere with it’s joyous song

so i return to this place,
where your words welcome me home
and this time, i’ll say it just once—
because i’m here to stay.

hello, old friends

wren Jan 13

returning hugs

can i return
that hug to you now?

i see your face, see you’re struggling
can you tell me how?

to give back your smile and let you feel free
be released from the burden of our lengthy vow?

so can i return
that hug to you now?

then pull back and surrender, erase my grief somehow

wren Jan 8

what the f!ck is bravery?

someone tell me

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

how are you brave?
in situations where you’re afraid?
when you have been betrayed?

how do you pretend to be happy?
when you want to give up so badly?
is that what you call bravery?

is bravery a name?
how is it something you obtain?
or is it something you claim?

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

someone tell me

wren Dec 2024

the spectrum

each story is different
each eye perceives the painting differently

my eyes see ugly
but hers see beautiful
my eyes see beautiful
but hers see ugly

there is a difference
of how we take in
the vast world around us
the way you see me
the way i see you
are on opposite ends of the spectrum

wren Dec 2024

suffocation

his spiteful talons push against my throat
the suffocating headlock makes my vision dance
a soothing, soft melody erupts behind my eardrums
i am not to speak the words climbing my esophagus
contain it, lock it deep down
air, the sweet relief of air
now a mystery
i collapse to the floor
blood spitting
down my face
who am i if i can be silenced this easily?

wren Dec 2024

she gets closer

the effortless, careless whisper of death mumbles in my ear
“the clock is ticking”
it rings and rattles through my bones
tick, tock, tick, tock

wren Dec 2024

t h e . w a y s . i . m i s s . y o u

p l e a s e . s T o p . t e a s i n g . m e
n o . n o t . y o u . t H o u g h
i m . b E g g i n g . t h e . w o r l d . t o . g i v e . m e . m e r c y

b e i n g . a . b i r d . s t o W e d . i n . a . c a g e
i t s . g e t t i n g . r e A l l y . ******* i n g . t i r i n g
a l l . t o . d o . d u r i n g . t h i s . h a r s h . t Y r a n n y
i s . w a i l . u n t i l . s o m e o n e . f e e d S . m e

w h y . w o n t . y o u . i m I t a t e . m y . p l e a d s

d r o w n i n g . i n . t h i s . d r e a M .
t h a t . i . w I s h . w a s . y o u
b e c a u s e . y o u . a r e . s t i l l . h e r e . p h y S i c a l l y
j u S t . n o t . w i t h . m e

i . s e e . y o u . i n . t h e . p e o n Y . f l o w e r s
t h a t . g r O w . i n . m y . y a r d
s u r r o U n d i n g . m e . e n d l e s s l y

this writing style is so fun