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  • an_invisible_poet 95w

    alternately

    the sun kisses us both awake
    then we kiss each other.
    no one lives near us for miles
    except our animals.
    they're already in bed with us
    even though we tried to train them
    we try to make the other breakfast in bed
    so both of us are up anyway
    and then a road trip to the nearest town
    so we can window shop and find
    the silliest hat
    and you know i'll wear it every day
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 95w

    i close my eyes and fall back to my life
    or what will be my life
    what i want to be my life
    i walk through the city streets at night
    halsey asks about the end of the world
    i tell her i'll smile when it comes
    my apartment is small but perfect
    you are there, almost asleep but not quite
    and we are in love.

  • an_invisible_poet 95w

    how can i put words together
    when all my energy
    is focused on not falling apart
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 96w

    for me
    being a poet means
    that everything in my life is a metaphor
    sometimes that means
    that my room being clean
    involves throwing piles of dreams in the trash
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 96w

    i'm going to try to create something new out of the fear that seems to be sweeping all of us. i talk all the time about how i need a break, and i'm going to make the most of the one handed to me despite the very real consequences.

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    i reach into the void
    grab onto one word
    then the next
    they refuse me at first
    the void swallows a piece of me whole
    but slowly the sentences come together
    trading comfort for closure
    and wondering if the decision is right
    -a new start
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 96w

    PSA

    i'm sure you've heard this already
    but please
    wash your hands
    don't go out unless it's vital
    it really is as bad as everyone says.
    think of those with compromised systems
    fearing for their lives.

  • an_invisible_poet 97w

    i work hard because i know
    one day
    i can cry in your arms
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 102w

    sadness is
    infinite vastness
    multiplied thousands of times
    black voids swallowing me whole
    but trauma is
    peripheral darkness
    quiet yet mostly manageable
    that quickly becomes all-encompassing
    with a wrong phrase or object
    and i don't know which is worse
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 102w

    witness my wonderful ability to make the good times sad too.

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    i'm sitting here with you
    in the silence
    me and the blank page
    have i lost you?
    i don't know how to write when i'm happy.
    ©an_invisible_poet

  • an_invisible_poet 112w

    it feels like no time has passed, and yet
    i've been fighting for this long
    crying this long
    yelling, collapsing, breaking
    rebuilding this long.
    i've grown old in a year
    while you've been slightly inconvenienced.
    i've been rereading the articles
    even though i know the words by heart
    and i wonder if it was worth it.
    would i be happier if you were still here
    do i want to know what i know
    too much has happened for me to tell.
    -one year