Saber01111
18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana
I like writing about all the bad things about the world / The world sucks I mean look how we destroyed it so in all reality we suck. I also like writing about cats or other random stuff. / Also I write about suicide or depression and stuff like that.
He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a ****** mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and ***** his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Life *****
That's the way it is
But what makes it count is what you choose to do with it
Whether you change the world using paper and pen
Or keep those words to yourself when your world is breaking
They're yours
And nobody else's
And when you give them the access
To your soul, you admit it
That there's something there
Deep inside of you
That you need to release
Even though you are fearing
The world
And its constant judgment
Because they've told you before
That your words are nothing
Even though the best poets
Only speak the truth
Of what they feel in their hearts
That they're scared to move
Because in their past
They thought they had something to lose
Because they let everyone else
Decide what they got to do
But being a poet isn't about society
It's about being real with yourself
And sharing that privacy
For the people out there who are all alone
Who feel like they're trapped in a corner
Because they've got no hope
They feel they're going under
From waves meters high
And in their state of shock
Have forgotten how to get by
So when life *****
I just take a deep breath
And take my broken heart out
On this paper and pen
Because there's someone else out there
Who has it worse than I
And maybe if I show them me and what's inside
When they think bad about life, it could help them change their mind.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
When I am breathing
I get no attention
But when I am not
I have everyone’s affection.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
I drew jagged lines on my wrists and thighs.
With a blade sharper than a butter knife
Sometimes I would lay in bed all day and night, longing for a better life.
My days were a light switch, flipping from one side to another
One day I would be laughing around with my brother
And the next I would drawing jagged lines, one after the other.
Some days I recover and feel better
Some I break and crying like no other
The day’s move on and my heart aches more, when I’m wishing for something more.
Some one to save me, someone to care.
Some one to help me, someone who was always there.
It use to come in a form of a person would love me no matter how much I was torn.
Today is the day, I am four months into recovery. Not one person came to help me.
No white knight on a mighty steed, just a girl who needed to see.
That the only one to save me… Was me.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Everyday is a struggle
Each day harder then the last
A voice deep down inside taunting me
Telling me to relieve the pain, the stress
To do what I am prohibit
To cut myself
I try to ignore it
But it gets stronger and stronger
Its my worst fear yet
I gave in, I start to cut
Seconds later I’m in pain
I let myself down
I gave in to my fear
I let it take control of me
The voice deep down inside
Everyday is a struggle
Each day harder then the last
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Take a turkey, stuff it fat,
Some of this and some of that.
Get some turnips, peel them well.
Cook a big squash in its shell.
Now potatoes, big and white,
Mash till they are soft and light.
Cranberries, so **** and sweet,
With the turkey we must eat.
Pickles-yes-and then, oh my!
For a dessert a pumpkin pie,
Golden brown and spicy sweet.
What a fine Thanksgiving treat!
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore.
Ghost of the mist,
Keep your ancient tryst!
Back to the lone lanes of the sea
Slip silently
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
I close my eyes and you haunt me
this image I can't bare
I hate this world that surrounds me
when I felt you near
I hate the way you touched me
who the hell gave you the right
to treat me like you wanted to
to take advantage of me every night
I was only 8 when I felt your touch
of your ugly hands that I hate so much
I never knew why you did this to me
why was I the one no one believed
you felt me feeling stupid and shamed
somehow you made me feel I was the one to blame
did I really deserve this from someone I trusted
I thought you were my blood but it was my body that you lusted
I close my eyes and you still haunt me
this image I cant bare
I hate that you still surround me
even though you're not here
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing it's the one thing that's real
Behind all the games and lies
An emptiness haunts my eyes
A person who I used to be
Worse even though it wasn't me
Sorrow consuming every thought
Slowly losing everything I've got
Darkness closing in all around
Still I don't make a single sound
Evil fills the void inside
This life's not one I'll confide
However deeper someone tries to look
Whatever happens the ground has shook
The dread and hate leaves me in a daze
All around me demons fires blaze
Living isn't worthwhile if its torture
Yet it's that to which I'm not sure
Don't try to understand the words written here
For I'm not the one to fear.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC