Mac_M_95 - Hello Poetry

Broken promises and worn out prayers Hidden scars and faulty smiles Fake drama and real pain Suffocating cloths and toxic perfume Heated debates and empty conversation The halls a breeding ground for heartbreaking backstory bullies A library filled with kids whose mouths are sewn shut The Cafeteria full, but no ones eating Basketball court of anger management and broken dreams Girls bathroom mirrors covered in expectations Boys yelling swear words, but long for a hug The teachers break room with an emergency stash And a principle on the phone slowly dying inside School nice and tidy Kids aren't too rough But please look on the inside Because everyone has had enough

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC

Welcome to H**l (a.k.a. High School)

Broken promises and worn out prayers Hidden scars and faulty smiles Fake drama and real pain Suffocating cloths and toxic perfume Heated debates and empty conversation The halls a breeding ground for heartbreaking backstory bullies A library filled with kids whose mouths are sewn shut The Cafeteria full, but no ones eating Basketball court of anger management and broken dreams Girls bathroom mirrors covered in expectations Boys yelling swear words, but long for a hug The teachers break room with an emergency stash And a principle on the phone slowly dying inside School nice and tidy Kids aren't too rough But please look on the inside Because everyone has had enough

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My soul aches as our lips touch it doesn't hurt because it's wrong But the fact that it's right The first right thing in my life for a while

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

A Kiss Given

My soul aches as our lips touch it doesn't hurt because it's wrong But the fact that it's right The first right thing in my life for a while

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Every bite is taken with care Always wondering when I'm going to die And if I do Even at this very moment Would I be proud of how my body looks Would others revolt that I didn't exercise enough Or would they think that I was as beautiful as a flower If the coroner looked inside my cold dead body Would he see a slob or an anorexic I don't deal with a disability Only the demons in my mind They scream and cry Tell me to starve But I have to wonder If I died at this very moment Would I be proud of my body Would others know... that... I did care about living That the Demons didn't win

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC

If you greeted Death today

Every bite is taken with care Always wondering when I'm going to die And if I do Even at this very moment Would I be proud of how my body looks Would others revolt that I didn't exercise enough Or would they think that I was as beautiful as a flower If the coroner looked inside my cold dead body Would he see a slob or an anorexic I don't deal with a disability Only the demons in my mind They scream and cry Tell me to starve But I have to wonder If I died at this very moment Would I be proud of my body Would others know... that... I did care about living That the Demons didn't win

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I want to be left alone, But I want to be held The problem is There's no one to hold me

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC

Empty

I want to be left alone, But I want to be held The problem is There's no one to hold me

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People say 'Treat others the way you want to be treated' But I don't entirely believe in that philosophy How about, treat others as if you were to die today With death having been on my mind a lot I often think of how others perceive me That if I were to die (not would they care) But what would they think Does my voice ring in their ear like a fall breeze Or does it cause pain like sand in a sandstorm Do my words help heal wounds like a bandaid Or do they split them open like a thornbush Does my presence cause your heart to flutter Or does it cause your heart to sink into your stomach I want to die knowing I've done well to those around me Never in a thousand years would I treat someone the way I want to be treated Because I'm still waiting for that day when metal touches my skin The **** of a trigger echoes in my ears The boom of a fire silences everyone around As I feel the bullet passes through my broken and stitched back together heart

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC

Hello Death

People say 'Treat others the way you want to be treated' But I don't entirely believe in that philosophy How about, treat others as if you were to die today With death having been on my mind a lot I often think of how others perceive me That if I were to die (not would they care) But what would they think Does my voice ring in their ear like a fall breeze Or does it cause pain like sand in a sandstorm Do my words help heal wounds like a bandaid Or do they split them open like a thornbush Does my presence cause your heart to flutter Or does it cause your heart to sink into your stomach I want to die knowing I've done well to those around me Never in a thousand years would I treat someone the way I want to be treated Because I'm still waiting for that day when metal touches my skin The **** of a trigger echoes in my ears The boom of a fire silences everyone around As I feel the bullet passes through my broken and stitched back together heart

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I've thought about it You know Showing my family my poetry But that thought had a bad ending My life is suffocating, painful, and hardly bearable Because of this, the demons inside my head like to make bad matters worse My mind is like a metal box It is just me inside I've learned to position myself in just a way to be party comfy But the second someone else enters, everything I've positioned breaks This isn't to say that I don't let people in, because I do But the people I let into my life are very few In fact Only two One happens to be my older sister She is very wise and has been through a lot in her life So she is the perfect person to talk to The second person happens to be God And I know what some of you may think That he doesn't count as someone to talk to But you're wrong Without him, my life is like a sky with no stars I have no purpose And when I do find a star in the sky Something to work toward It turns out to be an airplane An image of something that will just pass me by But he made the stars that are in the sky The ones I can look up to and believe in something good Maybe he isn't real, I've had those thoughts But to all who don't believe in something Anything Especially if it be God I say this Believing in something gives you purpose when nothing is left When all good has been stripped You can look at what you believe in and hold it close My parents didn't rais me the way they should Even if my mom tried her best So every day has been a battle to keep myself from death With God by my side, the knife against my wrist can't make a single drop of blood spill When my lips are sewn shut, He is the one who can hear my thoughts I'm 'not' trying to make you believe in God I'm just trying to make you believe Because with all this pain and sorrow in the world, What good is living if your not living for something

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

Lips Sewn Shut

I've thought about it You know Showing my family my poetry But that thought had a bad ending My life is suffocating, painful, and hardly bearable Because of this, the demons inside my head like to make bad matters worse My mind is like a metal box It is just me inside I've learned to position myself in just a way to be party comfy But the second someone else enters, everything I've positioned breaks This isn't to say that I don't let people in, because I do But the people I let into my life are very few In fact Only two One happens to be my older sister She is very wise and has been through a lot in her life So she is the perfect person to talk to The second person happens to be God And I know what some of you may think That he doesn't count as someone to talk to But you're wrong Without him, my life is like a sky with no stars I have no purpose And when I do find a star in the sky Something to work toward It turns out to be an airplane An image of something that will just pass me by But he made the stars that are in the sky The ones I can look up to and believe in something good Maybe he isn't real, I've had those thoughts But to all who don't believe in something Anything Especially if it be God I say this Believing in something gives you purpose when nothing is left When all good has been stripped You can look at what you believe in and hold it close My parents didn't rais me the way they should Even if my mom tried her best So every day has been a battle to keep myself from death With God by my side, the knife against my wrist can't make a single drop of blood spill When my lips are sewn shut, He is the one who can hear my thoughts I'm 'not' trying to make you believe in God I'm just trying to make you believe Because with all this pain and sorrow in the world, What good is living if your not living for something

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You know those movies where there is someone who can read minds? They are able to know what everyone is thinking? That person usually does the coolest things with his power Except at the end, he kills himself You see, I have a power kinda like that Except I feel what others feel There was this girl I met once This is how it went The second she walked through the door, here overwhelming presence of pain and lost dreams collide over me like a tsunami And she spoke, knives of steel spit from her tongue slice into my lings letting in more of the water As we go to shake hands, the poison from the blade she once held drips onto my skin burning like acid Every faulty statement and untrue word is like a **** to my head She tried to cover up her scars with a smile that fades when the lights are out, and a personality made up of broken promises If you were to meet her, you'd fall in love But to look inside her mind is like opening Pandora's box I smiled and waved as the last of her words ripped my heart apart With the last of her presence leaving the room I wake stretching for breath Opening my eyes to find I'm in my room Realizing I've just met myself

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC

Lost Girl

You know those movies where there is someone who can read minds? They are able to know what everyone is thinking? That person usually does the coolest things with his power Except at the end, he kills himself You see, I have a power kinda like that Except I feel what others feel There was this girl I met once This is how it went The second she walked through the door, here overwhelming presence of pain and lost dreams collide over me like a tsunami And she spoke, knives of steel spit from her tongue slice into my lings letting in more of the water As we go to shake hands, the poison from the blade she once held drips onto my skin burning like acid Every faulty statement and untrue word is like a **** to my head She tried to cover up her scars with a smile that fades when the lights are out, and a personality made up of broken promises If you were to meet her, you'd fall in love But to look inside her mind is like opening Pandora's box I smiled and waved as the last of her words ripped my heart apart With the last of her presence leaving the room I wake stretching for breath Opening my eyes to find I'm in my room Realizing I've just met myself

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Only one foot through the door as a blast of suffocating air enters my lungs Room full, people talking, people laughing, none telling the truth Dramas said, rumor is spread, none of it is true Every answer to a question is that they're doing just fine But I can see the truth I can feel their pain It's written all over there bleached teeth, done up hair, and plastered smiles Held back screams and bleeding palms from the digging of nails No one can step up None wish to be the outcast asking for this madness to stop If only they knew what I knew, that no one wants this But they've gone blind from their screens They've gone deaf from the drama And they've lost feeling from all the cut marks It ***** being the only sain person Because then you start to see just how truly insane everyone is

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC

High School Suffocation

Only one foot through the door as a blast of suffocating air enters my lungs Room full, people talking, people laughing, none telling the truth Dramas said, rumor is spread, none of it is true Every answer to a question is that they're doing just fine But I can see the truth I can feel their pain It's written all over there bleached teeth, done up hair, and plastered smiles Held back screams and bleeding palms from the digging of nails No one can step up None wish to be the outcast asking for this madness to stop If only they knew what I knew, that no one wants this But they've gone blind from their screens They've gone deaf from the drama And they've lost feeling from all the cut marks It ***** being the only sain person Because then you start to see just how truly insane everyone is

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It stops It starts Light flickering in the darkness Eyes blood red Teeth sharp as a knife Ink painted on his skin Clothing worn from use A Smirk A grin A smile He knows whats coming next And so do I "Welcome home soldier boy"

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC

Soldier Boy

It stops It starts Light flickering in the darkness Eyes blood red Teeth sharp as a knife Ink painted on his skin Clothing worn from use A Smirk A grin A smile He knows whats coming next And so do I "Welcome home soldier boy"

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My finger on the trigger Gun pointed toward the target "Bang" "Again," he whispers in my ear as the blade runs down my spine

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC

Fire

My finger on the trigger Gun pointed toward the target "Bang" "Again," he whispers in my ear as the blade runs down my spine

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