I keep hoping it withers
I keep hoping it'll leave me alone
The feeling never left me
It only grew stronger
Over time, I couldn't imagine a life without it
It makes me whole
I know this has to go away
I can't live with this forever
I don't want to live like this forever
But love is too strong
And it'll never wither away.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
I wrote it with the help of others
They helped for the better and for worse
Some didn't even know how they influenced it
Others don't know that the story even exists
Barely anyone knows it exists
The world's so huge
So many people
My story won't be heard by all of them
My story will be forgotten
But maybe that's alright
If someone can remember my story for just a little bit longer
I'll be happy
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Tell me them
Please
I want to hear you say it
I don't care if you don't mean it
Lie to me
I can't stand this
This unspoken hell
The hell that was unleashed suddenly
Talk to me at least
Please
Stay
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
What do you want to think of?
Him?
Your best friend?
That one guy who never gave back your pencil?
Or do you want to think of yourself?
No, you say.
You let out a chuckle,
why would you want to think of yourself?
You're the most boring person you know.
Thinking of anyone else is easy.
Think of their jokes, their looks, or maybe how unlikeable they are.
They wouldn't even know if you thought it.
Be more positive, she said.
I'm getting bored of her ranting, he thought.
But did he really think that?
Or are you just making this up?
You wonder if other people feel like this.
No, no they wouldn't. They don't have a reason to!
They're so much better than you.
Do they know that?
What if they want to be like you?
What if they wanted to be like the person you hated the most?
Maybe everyone feels this way.
You're overreacting, you thought.
You know you're telling the truth.
You never lie to yourself.
Like the time you thought that you didn't need 3 meals.
Like that time you thought that they wouldn't care if you-
Just.
Nevermind.
You may think that this poem means something.
But it really doesn't.
I can say this with a cold voice, with no emotion.
This poem holds no emotion.
It's just a concept.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
I can't think of anything else than that.
Such a simple, basic, topic.
Writer's block isn't fun,
but this isn't writer's block.
I should write this down.
Write it all down,
drown others with your words.
Write everything
how you feel
what you want to do
what you wished you had done
That's what this is.
It's not writer's block.
It's something different.
It's just
my mind
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
"You're doing the right thing"
They once said to her.
Abandoned, is she.
She tried to listen to them,
She took their advice.
She took him in.
Prepared his meals, his clothes, his bed.
Never a thank you was heard.
She tried to teach him that she loves him.
She never convinced him.
"Monster"
"Criminal"
"Abuser"
Each time she heard those words,
her heart broke ever so slightly more.
She was deteriorating.
Her mind lost hope each second.
He never listened.
He never listened!
She wanted to teach him a lesson.
She wanted to show how much she could've done to him for months.
It was supposed to teach him a lesson.
He just hated her more.
Poor little girl.
Mind twisted and broken.
Eventually, though,
They finally were found together.
Two corpses, eyes opened.
Her heart began to flutter.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
What should I write
Something happy?
Something sad?
Something emotionless?
An opinion?
A story?
A battle?
An explanation?
A letter?
A note?
A clue?
An article?
A poem?
Something super ******* repetitive?
Who knows.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
The main character
She's so lovable and nice
Nobody hates her
except for the villains
Those mean
little
villains.
Those villains that she destroys each episode
Those villains she made everyone hate
Those villains that nobody likes
Well, some people do.
The people that 'look into things'
Those **** people
They say she's abusing her power
That she's using people for her own wants
That she only cares about reputation
They're wrong.
They just don't understand her!
She had such a bad past.
Everyone hated her, but she proved people wrong!
Anything bad she's ever done is because of those people
Those people that hated her.
Those people that watched her suffer.
Her actions are always justified.
She's the main the character,
and everyone loves the main character.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Crimson.
My favourite colour.
It has been since grade 3.
The colour of blood.
The colour of my shirt.
J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶m̶s̶.̶
No.
Not anymore.
You stopped.
It's still my favourite colour.
He made me love another colour.
A colour I once hated.
A colour I looked down upon.
A colour that appears on my face.
Pink.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
200 words.
What a milestone.
There are people with thousands of words published.
On this site.
On other sites.
In books.
Those books that were never recognized.
Those poor authors never got recognition for their works.
They worked so hard.
They tried so hard.
All for nothing.
Did they ever try again?
Why would they?
It could just end up the same way.
No one will care.
They'll regret their choices.
They'll wish for something better.
Their wish won't be answered.
At least, I think so.
Maybe it went a different route.
Maybe they did try again.
Maybe they succeeded.
Maybe-
Maybe they didn't.
Nothing will be enough.
No one will recognize your work.
Don't even try it.
Pathetic.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC