i wrote these for creative writing class last year and my teacher pulled me aside and told me i should enter them somewhere and actually ive tried to recreate a writing style format like this again but it is jsut so shitty so im gna stick with non-punctuated, shitty rant poems that are full of run-on sentences thank u (P.S. if u are not able to tell the quote at the top of each poem is supposed to be written out by the individual words at the end of each individual line in the poem, sorry if that didnt make sense lolz)

“It advances on my pillow to wake me, not rudely like the sun but with a cocked gun of silence.”

The shadow of someone, something that once was advances.
A spark of a past existence, a flip switch turned on.
Memories of a distant night, a last kiss, a familiar pillow.
A feeling, drifting in and out, a dream that lingers past wake.
Unknown face, blurry features, forgotten details, all swim before me.
Who, what, when, where, why, I know not.
A slap to the face, a hit to the gut, the reality of the memories start hitting quickly, rudely.
A figure darker than the moon, a light brighter than the sun.
Memory sharpening, with every step the silhouette takes, arm forward, poised, head cocked.
A yell, (my own?), unheard over the beating of a heart, the clicking of a … gun.
Boom, and the figure is gone, and the existence is gone, and whatever it was is gone, and all that is left in their place is silence.

“but sometimes sighs for Cities of blue and jewel.”

Shame to love someone so much, to care so much, to be ready to sacrifice so much but,
To have that lost on what is purely the ignorance of humanity, sometimes.
And what is left for those who bear the blunt, but empty bones and paper sighs?
What is there to do when everything that is no good, is precisely everything you’d ever asked for?
To drown yourself in mysterious substance, to lose yourself in new cities,
To remedy the pain of unrequited feelings in ways you’d never before thought of.
That is all that is left to do with the the fiery red emotion, now turned blue.
And so, shame to let go of something that meant so much, and
Shame to know that in a cave of rocks, that had been the only jewel.