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Do me a favor:

tell me you don't love me,

that you never did.

 

Shatter me.

 

Don't leave a shard of hope

that I could cut my foot on.

Pulverize me,

so I can finally realize

 

this mess of a heart

can't be repaired

The longest two months are between January and March

when you showed me how to take my time

 

So I took a hot minute and burned my calendar

I'd trade firsts for seconds if they include you

 

I don't want to feel this week, I crave your strength

What's mine is hours and I've plenty to give

 

Time is relative

and I'd like you to meet the family

This is a poem I wrote recently, in the aftermath of a breakup. I don't really write poetry, but would like to get better at it.

Treasures

By RavindraNemandi

If I could pluck the stars from the sky,

I would just to bring them to you.

If we could reach the furthest places,

I would explore the universe with you.

But the stars remain beyond my reach.

They glitter, fixed above us.

The void of space contains us here,

An island that sustains us.

So I will bring you all the treasures of the Earth.

Things that glitter, things that shine.

Things I've made and things i've found.

Things with patterns, things with flaws.

Things with stories and things to use.

Thinks that move, things that grow.

Things that swim and things that crawl.

Things with shells, things with fur.

Things that bite and sting and claw.

If we can't explore the universe together,

I'll bring you all the treasures of the earth.

I don't consider myself much of a poet. I'm more of a prose writer. I had to write one for a class, and I was inspired by the works of Imiri Baraka, Adrienne Rich, and Juliana Spahr, I wrote about a protest I had been at.