Poetry is a creative writing that aims to engage the ideas or feelings of the reader. The writer attains this by selecting and organizing words with consideration for its purpose, tone, and rhythm. It also frequently employs rhyming.
This page holds all surfaced poems written by Melanie Martinez. Occasionally, Melanie posts poems written about her life on her social media accounts. Many of these pieces are private as they are usually personal to her. Most of the dates do not indicate when it was written, but instead published.
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"The Worm" by Melanie Martinez | November 26, 2014[]
Love is a ferocious pink worm that squirms through my eyes,
Inching away to my brain every time I see you.
It pays for rent each month up there in my head.
It's always pulling wires and making me nervous around you.
Once its lease is over, it has enough saved to travel.
It makes a pit stop at my throat and naps on my vocal chords.
It makes my voice weak whenever you talk to me and makes me say things I usually would never say.
It wakes up from its nap, pushes itself to my chest and causes me to stop breathing, every time your face is close to mine.
It gets in a car and drives into my rib cage.
And when you hold me and when I stare at you for more than 5 seconds,
the worm is on the highway being chased by the cops because its way past the speed limit.
All of its weight is on the gas pedal and it ripped out the brakes.
The worm finally enters the heart, its final destination.
You kiss me and the worm flies through the windshield.
It crashes.
It dies.
Love is a ferocious pink worm that squirms through my eyes,
Inching away to my brain every time I see you.
It pays for rent each month up there in my head.
It's always pulling wires and making me nervous around you.
Once its lease is over, it has enough saved to travel.
It makes a pit stop at my throat and naps on my vocal chords.
It makes my voice weak whenever you talk to me and makes me say things I usually would never say.
It wakes up from its nap, pushes itself to my chest and causes me to stop breathing, every time your face is close to mine.
It gets in a car and drives into my rib cage.
And when you hold me and when I stare at you for more than 5 seconds,
the worm is on the highway being chased by the cops because its way past the speed limit.
All of its weight is on the gas pedal and it ripped out the brakes.
The worm finally enters the heart, its final destination.
You kiss me and the worm flies through the windshield.
It crashes.
It dies.
"Some Late-Night Poetry" by Melanie Martinez | August 23, 2018[]
Unrealistic expectations in a material world thriving off validation
From other light blobs lost in their own simulation
Suppressing the idea that there could be more than the physical
Temporarily unable to feel more than the tangible
Speeding off fast enough to not look within, not fascinated by growth or depth
Just interested in a label to give
Good, bad, happy, sad, dark or light
One is non existent without the other and maybe that thought sparks fright
Everyone wants to be good but good is only what we’re taught to perceive
Learning lessons and gaining wisdom are the only constants between you and me
So why does our love only show itself in the presence of one who is established?
Why do we mock, threaten or harass the folk who are learning through a challenge?
Do we see ourselves in them too much to gift them with our love?
Is it easier to pretend we are as perfect as the stars above?
Unrealistic expectations in a material world thriving off validation
From other light blobs lost in their own simulation
Suppressing the idea that there could be more than the physical
Temporarily unable to feel more than the tangible
Speeding off fast enough to not look within, not fascinated by growth or depth
Just interested in a label to give
Good, bad, happy, sad, dark or light
One is non existent without the other and maybe that thought sparks fright
Everyone wants to be good but good is only what we’re taught to perceive
Learning lessons and gaining wisdom are the only constants between you and me
So why does our love only show itself in the presence of one who is established?
Why do we mock, threaten or harass the folk who are learning through a challenge?
Do we see ourselves in them too much to gift them with our love?
Is it easier to pretend we are as perfect as the stars above?
"Ben's Love Letter" by Melanie Martinez | September 6, 2019[]
I caught a sparkle of light in your eyes that day,
I bathed in it;
'Was transported to heaven's gates by it,
But I fall at my feet.
My words shall only be composed, I can't speak,
My inner voice calling my outer self, "weak",
Admiring from afar secretly, me.
I caught a sparkle of light in your eyes that day,
I bathed in it;
'Was transported to heaven's gates by it,
But I fall at my feet.
My words shall only be composed, I can't speak,
My inner voice calling my outer self, "weak",
Admiring from afar secretly, me.
"Heights" by Melanie Martinez | November 4, 2019[]
Merely a shell but we polish and prime,
Decorating dead cells and connecting a shine.
Hoarding possessions like they're one of a kind.
But status on land won't transfer to the divine.
Would you wipe all the fog off the mirror you neglected?
When you unshut your lids will it be all you expected?
Will the face that you see scare you back in the shade?
Will you step through the glass and transform into the clay?
Instinctual longing and natural desire to gain more or be more in ways that don't matter.
I'm burning through glue that holds me to that state.
I'm lifting the energy my body creates.
I'm sawing the rest of the cracks in the wood,
And building a home for the birds on the hood,
Of my mind - give them water to bathe and relax all their wings.
They were fluently flying till they ran into things.
Things of heartache, things of stress, things of worry and all the rest.
But now that my seeds are covered in dirt,
My commitment to water them as well as the birds
Has increasingly tipped all my scales into balance.
Now I grow on the Earth and dismiss all their malice.
I transcend as my birds drink from rivers then fly,
Through the bubble, past the mortal into infinite heights.
Merely a shell but we polish and prime,
Decorating dead cells and connecting a shine.
Hoarding possessions like they're one of a kind.
But status on land won't transfer to the divine.
Would you wipe all the fog off the mirror you neglected?
When you unshut your lids will it be all you expected?
Will the face that you see scare you back in the shade?
Will you step through the glass and transform into the clay?
Instinctual longing and natural desire to gain more or be more in ways that don't matter.
I'm burning through glue that holds me to that state.
I'm lifting the energy my body creates.
I'm sawing the rest of the cracks in the wood,
And building a home for the birds on the hood,
Of my mind - give them water to bathe and relax all their wings.
They were fluently flying till they ran into things.
Things of heartache, things of stress, things of worry and all the rest.
But now that my seeds are covered in dirt,
My commitment to water them as well as the birds
Has increasingly tipped all my scales into balance.
Now I grow on the Earth and dismiss all their malice.
I transcend as my birds drink from rivers then fly,
Through the bubble, past the mortal into infinite heights.
"God" by Melanie Martinez | November 6, 2019[]
It is not heaven nor hell.
Not good nor evil.
It is a boiling pot of every positive and negative.
It is aurora borealis when your eyes are shut.
It is beyond what our language can convey or comprehend.
It is a galaxy length blanket, alive and breathing.
And each thread is every lifetime of every being.
Alien or human, plant or animal.
It is connectivity.
God is the Glue between us all.
It is not heaven nor hell.
Not good nor evil.
It is a boiling pot of every positive and negative.
It is aurora borealis when your eyes are shut.
It is beyond what our language can convey or comprehend.
It is a galaxy length blanket, alive and breathing.
And each thread is every lifetime of every being.
Alien or human, plant or animal.
It is connectivity.
God is the Glue between us all.
"Somewhere Between Life and Death" by Melanie Martinez | November 28, 2020[]
Had to retrieve the key to my heart,
Let these roses represent how it all fell apart,
And the light on my face as a brand new start,
Left the shade all behind no more in the dark.
Had to retrieve the key to my heart,
Let these roses represent how it all fell apart,
And the light on my face as a brand new start,
Left the shade all behind no more in the dark.
"DEATH" by Melanie Martinez | March 15, 2023[]
Stored in our core.
Felt over and over again.
We’ve been here before.
In different vessels, on different planets.
Playing different roles.
Evolving and learning from one another.
The synchronicities we witness.
We’ve planned them together.
Transmuting obstacles into opportunities
for growth.
Our language as a barrier to communicate.
What is incomprehensible to us as humans,
is home to us as souls.
Stored in our core.
Felt over and over again.
We’ve been here before.
In different vessels, on different planets.
Playing different roles.
Evolving and learning from one another.
The synchronicities we witness.
We’ve planned them together.
Transmuting obstacles into opportunities
for growth.
Our language as a barrier to communicate.
What is incomprehensible to us as humans,
is home to us as souls.