Poetry

You're happy

inkycapnip

11 Jun 2025 — 1 min read

I am happy and I know it so I clap
But what am I supposed to do with mad?
I am happy and I know it
and I really like to show it
But I don’t know what to do when I feel mad

I think back on all the conflicts that we’ve had
And I realize there’s something dark attached
I think back on all the conflicts
And the punishment it warrants
Should I punish them like you do when I’m mad?

Now they’re crying and I think that makes me sad
Why does sadness feel much worse than being mad?
Now we’ve gone from sad to madness
And your rules are wreaking havoc
I am tired from this fight to understand

I feel something so I keep my friends at bay
They can’t see under this camouflage I’ve made
There’s a punishment for madness
So I bury mad and sadness
I feel happy so please watch me clap my hands

Crystal Clear Lines

guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened

Ginny

I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice

No one will believe you

Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire

Swallow

I caught the words. My throat swells up. Jagged rockwall of things untouched. Rockfall holds the potential to crush. Isn’t a slow burn easier to adjust? I admit I’m giving up on us. Too scared to give you a chance so I rush. An hour or two, I

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Crystal Clear Lines

Ginny

No one will believe you

Swallow