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Blue Jan 12
I happened upon a forest.

It appeared tranquil
So I took a few steps in,
"I'll only be in here a moment."
I told myself.

          I can leave whenever I want.

I took a few more steps.
As I got deeper
            and deeper
The forest grew darker
                           and darker

          I can leave whenever I want.

But I ignored it
and continued walking.

          I can leave whenever I want.

The sun began to set.
Which was strange
Because I was sure
I hadn't been in the forest that long.

"I'd best head home...
before it gets dark."
I thought aloud.
I turned to head back but-

Which way was it?

Maybe this way?

No that...

Maybe..?

I walked
Hoping I'd picked the right direction.


It's so dark.



I'll never find my way back.
These recent ones are actually for a story I was writing, the poems are written by one of the characters in that story.
Blue Jan 12
This storm is so loud
I wonder if she can hear it?
The thunder crashes
It hurts

It hurts my ears
It hurts my eyes
It hurts my body
It hurts my heart

This storm is so dark.
I wonder if she can see it?
The lightning crashes
It hurts

It hurts my eyes
It hurts my ears
It hurts my head
It hurts my heart

It feels like this storm is going to last forever
That the water is going to flood and drown all life in its way
It feels like this storm is going to last forever
But eventually
All storms end don't they?

The water has to run out some time...


...right?
This poem is about having a PTSD flashback-  well, the crying part anyway...
Blue Nov 2018
Depression is a *****.
I never thought she would creep up on me at school like this.

That ***.
This is a poem I wrote at school....

...obviously.
Blue Nov 2018
❄️
Winter
Cold, comforting,
Sleeping, smiling, breathing,
The gentle cold, the brutal heat
Sweating, tossing, turning,
Hot, uncomfortable,
Summer
☀️
The past two poems were for an English project
Blue Nov 2018
Her feminine hands
Ran through her shimmering,
Golden locks

The gentle strands
Felt soft
Between her fingers

Her gray-mint eyes closed
and she could almost hear
The frush of the golden yarn
As it rubbed up against itself

The smokey scent
Of the California air
Caressed her senses

And the silent taste
Of her saliva
Followed soon thereafter
This poem is literally just about me running my hands through my hair and breathing I think...
Blue Nov 2018
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
Blue Oct 2018
I love you.
Platonically of course.
But I love you.

You make
me feel okay
as a whole
not a piece hidden

You don't seem
bothered by
any part my me
even the crazy

My dear friend,
you had better not lie to me.
never.
ever.

Don't hide away
your heart from me.
I want to see
everything.

All the scuffs
all the scars
all the cracks
all the tears

Everything.

I don't care
how dark it gets
I live in darkness,
too, *****.

Don't think for a second
that I'll scare easily
Your struggles is not
on my list of phobias.

So please,

Don't hide
from me.
Don't lie
to me.

I don't like fake.
I don't want
to be friends
with a lie.

So please,
Trust me.

it'll be okay.
I won't hurt you.
If I did,
I would hate myself.

You know how I am.
I consider you my best friend, you... half-brit!
You had better believe it.
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