Peter's Poetry

ummm, im fucking delusional
and i guess i write poetry now

"streaks"

06/06/24

the fire's out
cold
wet
doused
nothing left to talk about

"sparks"

28/05/24

a spark
never propagated in dewy spring grass
maybe in august some tinder would catch
bright and hot
relegated to an instant
i fear that you blinked
that your eyes may have missed it
maybe it's just me, my grass has long died
but a blaze tore through quickly as our gazes aligned
your laugh so contagous
your most beautiful mind
and you acted flirtatious
but i can't make you mine

"wait"

05/05/24

if i wait
will there be a someday
if trust your senses
will we find a sunrise
new warmth over this horizon
or will we stumble blindly
onto a cold eclipse
cosmic mockery of our souls near miss

"quantum"

03/05/24

do i cross your mind
do our thoughts align
brainwaves divided by space and time
maybe unified in bearing
weight, direction, fate
once observed
now changed in state
superposition
too early and too late
enough to string along
but missing some key trait

"in vain"

28/04/24

i do my best to please her
a gaze
kind words
some flowers
soon as we stop talking
she's his in after-hours
i try within this limit
give all that i can
but at night her sweet dreams reapproach
she longs for another man

"she's so pretty"

27/04/24

she's so pretty
my thoughts race
i'd tell her
but i'm mesmerised
the moment i see her face
it's for the best
i'll act with grace
delusion tears me apart
but it's not my place

"ephemeral"

25/04/24

it's sure to drop
the other shoe
relationships
old and new
raging rivers
flowing through
smooth valleys now rough
white rapids once blue
reinvent my soul to fit the mould
without permanence
tales not once retold
ephemeral
transformations due
she looks away
the floor falls through
carved out too much
what can i do
i am who i am to you

"oasis"

30/03/24

paradise on the horizon
i'll sit by my phone and wait
with each reply the ground beneath me shifts
hot to cold
sahara to arctic
this vast desert
has me seeing illusions
an oasis that never was

"concrete"

28/03/24

concrete
cold, rigid, gray
even as bombs fall
only tremors sneak through
maybe someday
time will weather your walls
or i'll slip through the cracks
maybe someday
we'll build something new
concrete
stable, resilient, safe
i want to see you
i want to hear you
are you okay?

"butterflies"

25/03/24

your presence makes a room shine
but your bright smile
contrasts more than just your beautiful dark hair
in the back of your mind
lost in the dark
the words left unsaid linger
how i wish i could light your way
how i wish i could turn your bulletholes to butterflies