frogsandyou

[frogsandyou]

Phoenix

When a Phoenix cries,

Its tears soak the soul,

Its grief causing sickness to fade,

And wounds to heal.

When a Phoenix burns,

It rises back up,

Beautiful and vibrant,

Just like the day before.

When I cry,

I feel instead my tears are acid,

Injuring those who get too close,

And showing off how incredibly selfish I am.

When I burn,

I lay down in this ashy dirt,

And try not to be seen,

For fear of someone depriving me of fire entirely.

And yet I seem to be swarmed by a flock

Of these majestic birds,

Of those who have learned to fly,

And are not afraid to show it.

I choke on their feathers,

And get whiplash from their wings,

And go deaf from their calling,

Until I am sitting back down, in the dirt.

Unnoticeable,

In the shining feathers,

Of those who have learned to fly.

[frogsandyou]

Echo

My voice bounces off the empty ravine

My own whispers coming from every corner.

I breath in the dusty air,

Feeling it sift down my throat,

Brushing, soft and scraping.

The cold breeze picks at my hair,

And the moonlight highlights a path forward,

One that I should, that I would follow.

I stand firm,

But I can feel fear crawling up my spine,

Like a thousand spiders,

At the thought of dying here,

Alone.

I raise my voice,

Hoping someone will answer me,

But instead I answer myself,

With the same question I had been asking.

“Can anybody hear me?”

My breathing is no longer quite steady,

And I feel the darkness crawl up my neck,

And burrow somewhere deep inside me.

It’s deathly silent.

My own little spot,

On a never-ending rotation,

Where I’m the only one who will find it.

Who will ever find it.

Who will find me?

But no one is looking,

So I suppose the whispers from the walls,

That are my voice but shouldn’t be my voice,

Are the only ones who know me,

And what I have said,

In

This

Ravine.

[frogsandyou]

Hi! I’m PoeticFrogs (frogsandyou) and I write mediocre poetry and share it on the internet. I’m arospec and possibly ace. If you know me in real life, no you don’t (: any pronouns are fine, I couldn’t care less.

I’m a minor, so don’t judge my crap too harshly until you give me the right to vote.

Alright! Now here’s the part people usually skip:

I like Cavetown (very original, I know), Will Wood, and Tally Hall. I occasionally tune into Lemon Demon or Jack Stauber, and I listened to AJR for a while. That Super Bon Bon song is also great.

I have a terrible sleep schedule and had a (pre)emo phase in 2023 that is probably still ongoing without my knowledge.

If y’all need a hug, I might not be the best at that but if I do the wrong thing I’m great at showing you additional resources.

Most of my first few posts will be a collection of poems I wrote in seventh grade that are… not good, to say the least.

Welp. That’s it. Typical poetic Tumblr queer, I suppose — not much to see here. This’ll be edited when I realize I overshared to strangers at 2:30 in the morning.