Coconutblob/Rain

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Coconutblob/Rain

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Shadows of Humanity

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

The summer sun glints through the windows

the smell of yellow fills my lungs

we sit under the shadowed patterns on green

inbetween the blue and the white.

We stare at the light yellow

you lied about.

Can you hear me?

I’ve been here before

the smell of children fills my lungs

The light yellow is blinding.

So pale in this light

it’s white.

An infitity room of words.

You r...

Poetry

Backwards

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

Inbetween the red I see

Yellow daisies disagree

Up and down

blooming our doom

Burning and briused

gilded castle walls

I see the silver lining

plates so blue.

Drowning in the seas of needles and knives

waves sharp as daggers

I know so well,

bleeding out in front of my eyes

backwards ones

don’t dare to see the

purple stars in her eyes.

But the purple

Is all I can stare at and wonder

...

Poetry

Smiling Lies

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

“I’m proud of you” hurts more than

your silence.

Your smiles weave lies together like second nature.

And if I said a word,

your screams would echo down the hallways..

The hall where your gaze

is sharper than knives.

And you watch my every move

like you watch you’re phone scroll away…

Love is the lie

that is keeping us alive.

A lie your smiles decorated with your emboidery

that I pain...

Poetry

What Are The Odds?

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

What are the odds that a star explodes tonight?

What are the odds of the light going dark?

What are the odds of us being happy for once?

If only our street wasn’t on fire.

Or our sky flooded with broken dreams.

And maybe if our sunsets were choking for air…

grasping for their final breaths of oxygen as they cry out

“I’m sor-“

If only I wasn’t afraid.

Afraid of exploding a star so wonderful...

Poetry

It’s just a game

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

_it’s just a game_

_it’s just a game _

_calm down _

_your overreacting _

_overreacting _

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we played board games when we were little.

they warned us of capitalism.

we didn’t hear their words for we were too busy c̶h̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ winning

_it’s just a game _

_it’s just a game_

if you said a slur in a video game would it matter?

would it matter if no one heard the wo...

Poetry

Forest Fire

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

The world is on fire

and we are holding the matches.

engulfed in flames

the houses on the hill

burning the dolls we used to play with

their eyes melting in the heat.

walls of fire surronded the forest.

lungs filling with smoke

They’re crying

They’re dying

Can’t you hear their screams at night?

You laugh and laugh

but your smiles

are built on their heads. ...

Poetry

The Dreams

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

It all started as a dream. _It’s ok, it’s ok_. She had whispered to herself. But it wasn’t okay. Not anymore.

It all started as a dream. A bright summer day at the beach under the sun. But then _they_ crept in. Glass shattered on the cool hard ground. Concrete, sludge once again, sinking like a child drowning in the midnight sea. _Should have listened. Should have listened. _But that never happene...

Horror

Copy and Paste

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

TW: Cursing

It started with a smile.

You played along to the games we played.

Pretending to be playing go fish when you

were playing something else.

Something…

Sinister.

You planted the bombs like seeds

under our feet.

we trusted you.

you lied to our faces.

I may have been too stupid to not go with my gut.

But I won’t let you hurt anyone else again.

Your first day,

I told you,

“W...

Poetry

Happy Birthday to me…

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

Warning: cursing

“Happy Birthday”

they sing as you awkwardly stare at your cake.

“Happy Birthday”

they text after not talking for a year.

“Happy Birthday”

they whisper to you at midnight when they really mean it.

We spend our days looking towards this one day

for better or for worse

we stare off into it’s sky

and see the clarity of sunsets and night skys.

we never saw those before...

Poetry

Sickness

Coconutblob/Rain

1 min read

TW: **cursing **

I wish I could have seen it earlier

The signs were so clear from the start

The cursing,

The slurs,

The talking right behind their back,

The not listening,

I could go on and on…

You,

You

Are

Poison

It’s not a “micro-aggression,” if you know what exactly your saying

It’s not “internalized homophobia or racism” if I never said a single fucking thing about my identity

Don...

Poetry

Drama