I used to think
That the happiness
In life
Got ****** out
With age.
I always
Thought ignorance
Was bliss
And wisdom
Was a curse.
I kept screaming
“I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”
Because knowledge
Is power
And with power
Comes pain.
But with power
Comes joy
And love.
With wisdom
Comes love
To be my lantern
In the night
Of pain.

Nothing lasts forever.
Don’t tell me
That we won’t fall apart.
Everything
Falls apart.
Everything
That is made
Falls apart.
So don’t
Tell me
That we are forever.
We are not
Forever.

Help me
Because the world
Is turning grey.
The color
Once so vibrant
is seeping out
And leaking into our graves.
Love is fading
And hope is too.
Feelings are being buried
So far beneath the surface.
Beauty is pain
And pain is beauty.
Even if it hurts
I don’t want all my pain
To be gone.
I want my emotion,
Even if it kills me.

I recognize
Your inner face
Your memory
Is not erased
Your disposition
Ever shifting
But your inner face
Will never change.

I am sick
Of everything
Being the same.
I am sick
Of people lying
And lying
And lying to me.
I am sick of having to tell
People what they want to hear.

I am sick
So sick
Don’t come near me
I’m contagious.

Isn’t it funny
That people always put so much effort in
Just to look effortless?
It’s kind of contradictory,
The way people work themselves like that.
Shouldn’t we be proud of
All the hard work we have done?
I am pretty sure we should,
But instead we are ashamed.
We are always ashamed that we struggle sometimes.
Isn’t it funny
That humans
Are always ashamed
To be human?

We live
We cry
We fall
We smile.

We topple down,
We knock others down,
But we grow
And grow
And grow
Until we tower above skyscrapers
A universe above the Empire State.

Bask in your light.
Grow.
I’ll meet you on the moon
Where we can chat with the sun,
Higher than we’ve ever been.

I’m walking the line
I already lost what I thought was mine
And I’m walking the line
Catch me if I fall, my dear.
I can feel the wind up here.
In my hair.
On the tightrope
You only have one chance.
So I dance
I dance, my darling.
If I fall, won’t you catch
Me?

I got 100 followers!
Whoo hoo!
Thank you so much
For reading the nuclear waste
Of my messed up brain!
Thank you for encouraging me to continue.
I definitely couldn’t have gotten this far without you guys!

I’m missing something
I never had
How sad
What a tragedy
It’s bad, but she
Never left me
I left her.

I figured out
Why so many people
In the world really ****.
There is only one logical reason:
They must have traded their kindness away!

With their kindness
Their empathy disappeared
Their sensitivity ran away
And humanities hope
-quite frankly-
Just left.

But why would they do this?
You might be asking.
This query used to puzzle me too.
But I have figured out what they were trading for:
Money and power!

Oh what a waste it is
To trade away hope for riches.
But humans are far more dumb than we think-
Maybe that explains it!

I am always lost.
I am so lost,
I’ve lost myself.
I am always
Lost in the future,
And I’ve lost
Knowing what I’ve lost
Because I’m so lost
I don’t even know
What I got
left to lose.

Many people
Believe that things
Sometimes aren’t real enough.
They revel
In the objective,
They wish for things they can see.
Novelty
Is fun as long as it’s
Safe and tangible.
People believe what they can see,
And with all of this I disagree.

I revel in the imaginary.
I am afraid of what is real.
I wish for things
Only I can see
In my mind.
I despise the safe and tangible.
Guess I’m insane.

How dare you call my best friend a thot
What a demon your father begot

Why? ‘Cause she was your ex?
Bruh, that was in SIXTH GRADE!

WHAT THE LIVING HECK?!

Red roses
Red poppies
Red apples in summer.
Red blood spilled
Red lipstick
Red eyes after crying lakes.
Red markers
Red houses
Red bricks breaking through my window.
Red hearts
Black hearts
Broken hearts.

Do you remember
When things were simple?

Our problems
Seem so big
Until someone
With bigger problems
Tells us
About theirs.

If everyone in the world
Could be half as bright as you
The sun would not measure up to us.

If everyone in the world
Could be half as funny as you
A second would not pass
Without having a good hearty laugh.

If I
Could be half as YOU as you
Maybe I might deserve you.

Peace is overrated
My mind cannot be sated
Writing’s like puking rainbows
I don’t even know what I’m writing about now.
Maybe I’m just getting words to rhyme now
Guess it seems I’m sinking down low
But there’s so much I need to say so
Rhyming’s getting a bit harder.

I can’t let it get too long yet
Because then people
Won’t care to read it.
But I need you people to read this,
Because I’m screaming
My ******* up ****-I mean crap.

If I knew how to write a song I
Would be writing
Until I almost died.
But I guess it would be better
To just be poetic
And not worry how it sounds.

It probably took you quite a while
For you to read this
I am still unsure what I’m writing
I think I need a hint.

I lie.
Then I lie
To cover up my lie
With a lie.

All these lies
Are stifling
But I can never say
The truth.

You won’t
Accept
My truth.

Why would you?
I lie too much.

A sad girl
Emptiness in her world
She never saw
The light in her.

A lonely boy
He never felt the joy
Of having someone to talk to
Until he found you.

As monotonous
As life can seem
Somehow I still get caught up in it.
Or maybe I find it so boring
That I tap out of reality
And into my imagination.
I am a very idealistic person,
I’m afraid I may get lost in my ideals.
Wouldn’t that make it hard
To accept someone for who they are
If they didn’t match my ideals?
But I don’t actually know what my ideals are.
I always thought I was open-minded.
Maybe I am wrong.
Well, I must be, one way or the other
Because one cannot believe both.
Or maybe they can.
Do shades of grey apply to life
As they do to color?

Talking to you
Is like walking on thin ice
Covered in eggshells
And infested with mines.

You can never be certain
On how’ll it’ll turn out.

All you can do
Is be extremely convinced about how it’ll turn out.

There is a poster
On the cracked brick wall
“Have you seen her?”
A picture of me
On the flyer
Taped to the wall.

“No.”
I think
“I haven’t.”

Hate
Is undeniably
Unjustified.
There are so many reasons
Not to hate
But we still do.
Even
If we are confronted
With solid EVIDENCE
That we should not hate
A person or a group of people,
We turn a blind eye
And we IGNORE the truth.
We always treasure the truth.
We dislike liars.
But it’s all hypocrisy
Because we lie to OURSELVES
And we lie to OTHERS.
We are liars.
We are liars,
And we project our
Inner turmoil
On people who do not deserve it.

How far
Humanity has sunk.
We lost our humanity,
We are ferocious animals.
We are animals
Tearing at each other’s flesh.

I want our humanity back.

Meet me where
The moonbeams grow
And the sun likes to stop and chat.

Meet me where
The smiles prance
Through lush fields of poppies and grass.

If you never come to see me
If you never come to see,
I’ll meet you wherever you are
Wherever, whenever, you are.

I am water
You are ice.
You freeze me to the bone.
Even when I’m right next to me,
You make me feel alone.

We’re so simple
So complicated,
We keep on
Making things complex
We just wish
For simplicity
But all we do
Is ponder complexities
That **** sapiens created.

A picture is worth a thousand words
According to many people,
They’ll just have to deal with it,
As my drawing skills are so bad
They could be considered evil.

Innocence
Never
Told me
How much
Pain there
Was in
The world.

The light
In our eyes
Is what’s keeping us alive.
Forget air, I don’t care,
Oxygen’s just keeping us from dying.
Do you know the difference?
Between alive and undead?
One’s worth living and one is not
The difference between the human and the bot.
The light I speak of now
Is not in your house, anyhow,
It’s found beneath the skin,
Beneath the ribs
Beneath your flesh.
The light inside is found worldwide
Forms of hope to help us cope
With the stress of imperfection
Where kindness is our own protection.

Moving fast
Through my day
I won’t slow down
Catch up to me.
I am a tornado
I am a flame
A hurricane
Of business.
——————————————-
Slow down
Be at peace
This life was never
A race to the end.
I am a snow flake,
Drifting down
Take my time
Before I hit the ground.

stop
go
stop
go
go forward
go towards me
I SAID PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
AND WALK TOWARDS ME.
walk
stop
pause
LISTEN.
go

I feel like
At best
I am a roller coaster.
I fluctuate
Like the relationship status
Of my Aunt Meredith.
Just kidding.
I don’t have an aunt named Meredith.
But the thing is,
I’m happy,
Then I’m sad,
Then confused,
Because I don’t know
Why I am sad.
I’m excited
And disappointed
And skeptical.
I am altruistic
And egotistical.
Fluctuations:
The story of my life.

I always need to be perfect.
You tell me that I have it all together.
I don’t.
I never do.
I should take it as a compliment,
But the expectation weighs me down.
I need to be perfect.
I need to get good grades in school
So I can get into a good college,
Get a good job,
Have a good life.
I know my parents only want the best for me,
But I don’t ******* want to be perfect.
Crap, cussing is a sin.
But I don’t give a **** **** because I’m not perfect.
On the exterior, I’m calm
Happy
Cheerful.
But I’m really crumbling
I’m falling
Because I’m failing
Because I’m NOT PERFECT.

WHY DID YOU ALWAYS SAY I DIDN’T NEED TO BE PERFECT?
WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?

I’m not perfect.
I’m crying.
I’m crying because I failed you.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.

Why can’t I be perfect?

I know
That there is no one to blame
But myself.
But I feel like
It is wrong
To put all the blame on me.
It might just be
Because I am myself,
And I do not wish to be the problem.
But it is the truth.
I am the problem.
Is it justified
To believe I am at fault
And to believe I am the problem
When I am?

Feelings are temporary
You should never act on feelings.
But is this correct?
I am unsure.
I think I would rather have a flawed world
With love
Than a boring one
Without it.

Shine your light upon me
So that I may see
The very thing that enraptured me.
Upon your arrival into my life,
I found that my burdens grew light.
True love is when you find a friend,
Who loves you and will help you grow
Until the end.

We poets
Are very dramatic.
Rose colored glasses
Could be our logo.
Life is never just life,
But is this entire story that just HAS to be written.
We write
Like it’s the only thing
Keeping us alive,
A ring buoy
In a torrential sea, wave after wave.
Our need to express
Is so intense
That sometimes we make up stuff
Because reality fails to offer
The inspiration we desperately need.
We are dramatic.
We are creative.
We can sometimes be exhausting
And overly excited
And sometimes
We may embellish
Just a little bit.
But most of all,
We poets are freakin’ awesome!

Is it so easy
To be happy?
Honestly
I am unsure
How people do it.
Maybe I am just negative
Too much of a pessimist.
But seriously,
It’s like my entire life
Is viewed through sunglasses.
They aren’t rose-tinted
Either.
They are so dark
It would probably be illegal
To have that kind of tint
On the windows of a car.

Being happy
Isn’t supposed to be so hard.

Am in the cloak of darkness.
I hate it when I
Find light in darkness
I feel recharged when I
Am enveloped by darkness.
I cannot help but die a little when I
Find a bit of kindness.
I celebrate when I
suffer greatly.
I think it is horrible to
Lead a wonderful life.
I think I should be sentenced to
An eternity of suffering.
I think no one should experience
Pure happiness and joy.

I’m not insane.
I just won’t jump off a cliff
The second you do.

If anyone,
The insane one
Is you.

I need help.
You guys tell me what to do.
My best friend cuts herself
And I can’t understand.
Make me understand.
I don’t know how to help her.
I think she needs my help.
But I don’t know how.
For all those who have cut before,
What did you wish someone did for you?
I need to do that for her.

I wake up
Everyday
And I want to give up.
But I don’t
Because everyday
I tell myself I can’t.
I am not allowed
To give up.
Not yet.
I tell myself
“Don’t give up yet.”
I’ll keep telling myself that
Until the word “yet”
Transforms to “ever”.

Are things simple
And I’m over-complicating them?
Or are things complicated
And I’m over-simplifying them.

Don’t you dare

Ideas and ideals
Are almost the same
We think what we want
And we want what we say.

We think what we thunk
Is genius and wise
But really it’s just
A whole ton of lies.

We saw what we said
Was all in our head
But we did not take it back
We saw it as fact.

I know.
All of my poems
Are just excuses.
You keep on saying that:
“Stop making excuses!”
I know I made a mistake.
I wish I didn’t.
You are the very person
Who taught me mistakes are bad,
Whether it was directly or indirectly.
And I believed you.
I keep on trying to justify my mistakes.
I’m sorry.
I know I made a bad choice.
But I guess I’m in denial
That I made a mistake
‘Cause didn’t you say mistakes are bad?