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Day Oct 2018
i'm afraid
to speak anything
suddenly my tongue is sharp
and my thoughts are deadly
quiet washes over me
and i am paralyzed
"what's wrong"
makes no sense to me
and i still can't find the words to say
hoping people might stop
thinking i'm crazy
Day Nov 2015
empty words
and
empty hearts
showing
just how messed up *

we all are
hateful thoughts
and
scarred skin

showing
just how dark
we all are
haunted pasts
and
so many regrets
showing
just how alone
we all are

but as we sit in a circle
and share our broken souls
we take solace in the fact
that we know
just how broken
*we all are
Day Dec 2020
Woke up feeling, uncomfortably content.
So, I drove myself to the
edge of sanity.
I sat there a while,
wondering
what comes next.
Day Oct 2018
i found you
chasing youth
and offered myself.

like candy
another piece
of this broken body,

f e a r
is nowhere to be found.

you've convinced me
sacrifice always smells
best over brunch.
Day Jun 2018
They tell me not to go
force me to comply
but I'm already gone
still living a white lie
and every now and then
reality slips through
but by the time they see
there's nothing they can do
Day Feb 2016
When I told you
"i don't want to talk to anyone"
you didn't hear me whisper
"except you."
so you walked away
never knowing.
Day Dec 2018
"I've never felt like this before"
but what i meant was
"I've (always) felt alone. (I guess I've never known)"
Is this (real) love?
i feel happy
Day Jun 2017
sometimes, my heart just overflows,
the tears running to my toes
black stains on my cheek
must be a ******* leak
Day Mar 2016
searching for a word to explain my mood right now; not antisocial, more of just *withdrawn
Day Jun 2019
brain's running on a train track
destination's outta wack
no station in sight
breaks off left and right
no telling
where my mind
will go
a quickly typed out poem about my adult struggle with ADHD
Day Oct 2015
sitting at a keyboard,
thinking
and
typing.
wondering,
as if these words,
could really ever make a difference.
but never giving up,
because some who are,
most appreciated,
were never around to see it.
i sit and wonder,
maybe being,
blind,
is better,
maybe being,
deaf,
is better,
but always feeling,
because without,
What would I write about?
fogotten for now, remembered forever.
Day Aug 2016
it's hard to express a feeling you don't understand yourself,
to explain an emotion unknown to you.

it's like asking a child why they're crying for a toy,
they don't comprehend, they only know that they want it.

honestly, i've stopped attempting to locate this mindset
or at least the origin of it.

I have learned to stop asking questions,
and rather, search for answers.
i guess i'm back, if anyone was looking
Day Aug 2019
I feel like a crossword puzzle puked in my brain,
jumbled thoughts on a trackless train.
I'm trying to sort through this emotional pain
but, I'm not even sure there is something to gain.
Day Oct 2015
listening
and
waiting*
for something,
anything
to write about,
as if tragedy
is meant
only
for
us.
i decided to continue this because i really liked it the first time. i'll probably write one every once in a while
Day Nov 2015
no one startles a poet
when writing
because everyone knows
a pen is a
dangerous weapon
and when used correctly
can strike so deep
that even the poet
cannot undo its ink
as is it was tattoo'd
onto the fabric of existence
a sign of rebellion and pain
a battle wound for all to see
and to secretly judge
because we all know
when no ones around
is when the true colors
of a poem
come out.
this day is okay
Day Nov 2015
my pen is deadly* \ but it cannot stop
the force of a bullet
and
my words are sharp / but they cannot stop
the blow of a bomb
and
my thoughts are strong \ but they cannot stop
the anger of men
because
if i could a sow peace around the world
with just a pencil
i would
but like i've said
my weapons are strong / but no match for  
     a
         war
                 started
                               long
                                        long
                                                 ago

i mean really,
what can a word-hungry poet do
amongst
blood-thirsty warriors?
Day Oct 2016
my words have had little meaning lately
rushed and harsh
like a quickie in a poorly lit parking lot
meaningless and soon forgotten
but spoken for a reason
like the motives behind that backseat moment
wanted and waited for
but looking for something much deeper
something rooted and real
but
impatient and unknowing
just taking whatever comes first
and yes,
words and *** are not the same
but I want them both
in the exact same way
Day Oct 2016
I feel asleep in your hoodie,
the ghost of your arms, *
keeping me warm.
i know i haven't been active guys. Im sorry!! Might overwhelm you guys with writings soon.
Day Jan 2016
counting,
waiting,
contemplating,

all this time
is quickly
fading

blinking
staring
strength is wearing

time goes by
much to fast
nothing ever seems to last

breathing
falling
death is calling

breathe in
breath out
no time for doubt
Day Dec 2015
alice......*
stop trying to
keep the time
with a
broken watch.
Day Jan 2016
Funny how emptiness makes you feel so full.
Day Mar 2016
Don't give him everything, for his sweet nothings.
His whispers in your ear will all slowly fade.
Don't settle for just anything, when you deserve EVERYTHING.
You are more then your flesh and bones, you are smart.
I know it's easy to fall for lies of the need to be Beautiful,
But you don't have to conform yourself to be something you already are.
You are worth it.
You are Amazing.
You are You.
And, yeah its cliche,
(and god knows I hate cliche)
But you are perfect just the way you are.  
Don't forget that He doesn't make YOU.
Am I saying, never love?
or never let anyone in?
Not at all/
Just don't let anyone make you think that you NEED to let them in.
You don't need anyone to "make" you perfect.
You are YOU.
a Queen.
I wrote this fast so it prob doesnt make sense but oh well. My point was made.
Day Mar 2016
words fall out of my mind like a little kid who tripped on a step
it starts fun and happy, then suddenly I realize everything is all wrong
but I can't stop it because my arms are to small and everything moves to fast
and
suddenly I'm
falling
But the difference in this story is that for *me

no ones waiting at the bottom
Just me
*and my hidden bruises
Day Nov 2015
i'll forgive you
if that's
what you need
but i'm begging don't go
i'm begging  *don't leave.
Day Nov 2015
him and i had the relationship of a
five year old and a balloon
i was so happy to have him
and promised i would never
let him go
until one day
my mind slipped
and suddenly
just like that
he was gone
and i was just stuck
watching,
crying,
but not able to do anything
because
my arms got tired
Day Feb 2020
do you ever feel
like a *******
rotting on the earth
waiting
for your rebirth
Day Nov 2015
i'd rather hang with fictional people
then with my own kind
i'd rather jump into an alternate world
than stay in this one
i'd rather love a made-up man
than pathetically crave a real one
i'd rather have the thrill of almost dying
than never truly living
i'd rather live in sci-fi
then only being stuck watching it
but alas
i'm stuck out here
when all i want to be
is in there.
my life basically consists of books and Netflix and i freaking love it. yup i'd way rather talk to you about my favorite characters on a show then who won the game last night.
Day Apr 2019
No reason to stay,
but no place to go.
P l e a s e, go away,
I wanna lay low.
"Can't stop", they say.
Whatever, I know.
Day after day,
the clock's running slow.
Got bills to pay,
turn this body on auto.
Day Jun 2017
If I could go anywhere in the world
I would go back in time to a little girl,
to myself, at 8 years old,
and make the world seem a little less cold.
I would tell her not to cry
keep her chin up and keep her eyes dry.
I would tell her to love her mother
for she loves you like no other
After this I would travel on
to 14 year old me, thought she was gone.
I would tell her, please don't use the blade
for those scars you make, they will not fade.
Please just go and ask for help
i'd scream at her but she wouldn't yelp
for she thought that this would help her then
couldn't see a future where she'd smile again
next i'd go and visit mom
i'd sit with her and keep her calm
Tell her about the pain i hid
I know she really loved her kid
she didn't see how much i hurt
all she saw were angry spurts
now i'm filled with much regret
wish i could just forget
but adversely we can't go back
as much as i wanted that
moving forward, it will not stop
we just keep on going until we drop
i try to think now what would i say
if future me, came to me today
what would she tell me?
what does she know?
i guess that i will see
when i get there, you know?
Day Mar 2016
I don't want a moment of fame,
I want a lifetime of creativity.
Known for my words and not my numbers.
Day Nov 2015
if love is weakness
**** it
stab it in the chest and watch it bleed
sit and cry
over hurting hearts
then move on
and get over it
because tomorrow
waking up
next to an empty bottle
will make you forget
it all
this day is not okay
Day Feb 2017
something deeper then a soul mate,
because while a soulmate kindles your inner fire
a twin flame parallels the heat of your soul
a soulmate works to keep your heart
while a twin flame already holds the other half
soulmates are all around you, in friend and love
but a twin flame
comes only once
just an idea im playing around with, love this theory
Day Sep 2018
keys, play me a sound
something sweet to hear
fingers, write me a song
needs to fit the ear

words and words and words

which will say just right
exactly what i feel ?

is it possible
to learn it so well
i can close my eyes
and emotions will swell

can it come so easily?
as to not even try
can i learn to write
w/out having to cry
help me jane
Day Mar 2016
push a thought to the back of my mind; too scared to listen to the truth
Day Jan 2021
Sank into the black ink  
and bathed in the warmth of his skin
inebriated
&
willingly losing my breath.

My back burned red and
water filled my ears.

It was easy to drown the
sound of doubt
circling in the drain -    

Until it wasn’t

Until flesh turned cold
And my bones told
that it was time to go.  

Tears came but
they couldn’t heat me up.

As the tub emptied,
I sat shivering for a while
a chilly sting
lingering
on my chest.
Day Oct 2016
it really hurts,
pouring yourself out
exposing things you're scared of
and showing someone you
and getting
"cool"
Day Oct 2015
he's like a scab,
meant to be left alone,
but i want it to go away,
so i pick at it,
keep coming back,
creating a scar,
with no one to blame,
but me
Day Feb 2022
When the spring comes
And the sun shines
Ill be ready
Will i be ready
If the bloods drops
And the drugs stop
Will it be enough
Could i be enough for you
Day May 2015
Why do I cry?
I'm not sad.
It's because I feel empty.
But the tears prove I'm Not.
Depression sadness cut cutter
Day Oct 2017
i have so many things to write about
i just cant find the motivation
to collect my thoughts
Day Sep 2015
I see a siren,
Sitting upon a high throne,
The boys worship her,
Unaware of their missing thoughts,
Unaware of their blind love.
They call her a mermaid, a god even,
But I know better,
Because I watch from afar,
I can't hear the beautiful deception.
Day Feb 2022
Baby here we are at our grave
Time has come
Can’t be saved
At least not now
They say sometimes
It’s not the right time
Tired of the night time
But I don’t know when the sun is coming back
And I cant make you wait
Baby here we are at our grave
It’s my fault
Please just look away
Dont be scared
You wont fall
Day May 2015
I recently read a poem saying
Why can't the world be rid of emotions?
And I thought,
*Well, that would be boring.
Day Feb 2017
I searched for a better world, desperately trying to find something more.
I found someone who instead ... gave me new eyes.
Someone who taught me not to squint when the sun emerged from behind the clouds.
A soul who opened my ears to hear the music this world sang to us.  
Slowly he taught me to stop searching for a better world, but to see the good in this one.
Day Nov 2015
there will never be enough t
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to fill this blank screen with all the thoughts
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                                                                ­                                               my
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Day Oct 2015
misty words lead to foggy days
stumbled lines lead to straigtened ties
aching bones lead to creaking chairs
lost library books lead to fines
i dont even know
Day Dec 2018
he
is
to
me
what,
i
think
i've
been
searching
for
Day Nov 2017
my darling left for battle
he kissed me on the cheek
i wished him all my love
not knowing what to speak*
te amo, mi amor
Day Oct 2015
i can see it,
in your eyes,
the
distance
between
us
becoming
                 *farther
                             and
                                     farther
                                                  apart
till I can no longer see your eyes
Day Oct 2015
tired of wasting thoughts on this.
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