i am barely breathing
for laughter
hysterical
inconsolable
i look at him
and he is laughing too
setting up his switch
to play mario kart
while the ending of dead poets society
is blaring on his screen
and when i showed him
he said
“i like this movie”
now
he is lying next to me
syncing controllers
and handing me my favourite colour
before looking me in the eyes
and assuring me
that he will win the races
the only race
i have ever cared about
is the one to find you
to make you love me
before anyone else
snatches up the chance
I was scared of you, at first
writing love poems I was too afraid to share
reciting them monotonously
in hopes it would dim the fire
excalibur hidden in a sheath
love for you stored deep within me
But I stand on my desk
turn my socks inside-out
I try to see things differently
I could have stayed scared
but carpe diem
A face like yours
Is too beautiful to pass by
i will win these races too
and when i say this to you
your face
breaks into a competitive grin
And I am preparing
For my victory
Paired with a barbaric yawp
silly owen
you get my heart going
i am a dead poet
with controller in-hand
trained in both racing
and the ability to understand
and you
are mine.
13:02pm - 29/09/25
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 29th, 2025 10:28
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Robin Williams and the dead poet society. I hear it in this poem. Fear is a major motivator but need not be. Very nice
love dead poets society so much. thanks for reading!
You are most welcome
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