TheThing
14/Non-binary/Vaggeryd, Sweden
I'm a fourteen year old biological boy from Sweden. I love being creative, and I enjoy activities from dancing to writing poetry. I'm a beginner poet and English isn't my everyday language, but I love challenges and languages was something that was easy.
Wee drops of crystallized water
Creating soft ice whilst falling
Blown away by the wind's gust
Slowly brought towards the ground
Fluttering before reaching it
Caught on a tree's leafless branch
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A day in spring, the flakes melts
Turned back into rain once more
Kissing its saver's figure
Soaked up by its roots of dry
Forever entombed in dirt
To one day all bad defy
So nothing can ever hurt
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if I'm not allowed to be sad
Like I should be happy all the time and if I seem to be feeling down something is 'wrong'
Like there has to be a cause
For without a cause you're happy...right?
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
I wake up at night, unruffled
A smile on my face, a lie
I howl from a nightmare
My mirror is shattered
My life reflected in the pieces
It's like a phantasm,
Where I'm the monster
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Sometimes, when you're being buried, you're just being planted as a seed to regrow
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
If you'd be here
If you'd be here
If you'd be here, I'd take your hand in mine
If I'd be brave
If I'd be brave
If I'd be brave, I'd make you notice me
If we'd have love, and all above, we wouldn't care
But that's a lie
We all will die
Pray your goodbye
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
It could've been your smile that lightened up the world
It could've been a hand on your injured substance
It could've been an adoration, for eternity
But not, it was nothing but a overly realistic dream
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Her wail drowned in a deep, black ocean
So atrocious to be subdued by her own body
She locked the gate to her mind and hid the key in her heart
For who would find it and care enough to save her soul from complete numbness?
Her body instead consumed the scars and her depression slowly drained her of life
"For who would notice?" her mind thought with a sharpteethed grin
"The good die young, thus it means I'm good?" the girl quietly asked herself
And then laughed
For she couldn't cry
Couldn't care less
Couldn't see herself any longer
It was HER life and she would either die in vain now, close her eyes and drift away peacefully when the time comes, or break and deal with the pain alone
For the truth may hurt, but secrets ****
Thus she kept quiet to not concern anybody but herself
But even then her unbearable suffering went unseen, unheard
And the one way out always echoed in the back of her head
Taking over har actions
She cut
She bled
She prayed
She could finally scream loud
'Cause...she's dead
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC