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Indigo Maroon Jan 21
Time is moving
so
slow
I'm dissociating
the danger
I'm in
my
consciousness
is blocking it
from
my
mind

But even though I can't
comprehend
the
enormity
of what's about
to
happen,
I
still
can't seem to
catch
my
breath
It's still
all
I can think about
I don't understand
I don't want this

I'm scared
Despair clouds my mind
As I desperately search for escape I fear I will
Never find.
Can't you see I'm drowning in the
Emptiness of reality?

Inside my mind, I am free and there is
Not a cage in the world that can hold me.

Though, as hard as I try, I cannot seem to figure out
How to stay there
Eternally.

Gracefully, I leap and spin, a bird flying in the dark as
I mourn for the place I belong, home, that I
Long for every second, and every
Day. I wonder if I can survive this long without it. At the
End of the day I ask myself "Who am I?", and
Dread the answer that haunts my mind like a phantom.

Crimson stains spread through my soul as I fall into the
Abyss of madness.
Gasping for breath as I wake up to another day of
Endlessly dancing in my gilded cage.
I haven't seen a single acrostic yet so here we are.
420 · Jan 4
To be human
I wonder what it feels like
to be
human.
Something I have never been and will
never
be.
I wonder what it is like to have a
soul.
Certainly everything must be better when you're human,
right?
Humans look out for each other,
right?
I have never felt like a
monster.
But I know I must be, because people always
told me
I was.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally deserve
to live.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally belong, and no one would
hate me
anymore.
My family says to keep it all
inside.
They say humans are the true
monsters.
But that can't be true.
Can it?
Written from the perspective of one of my paras (Necare) when he was young.
420 · Jan 4
In the stars
I've always searched the stars
Wondered if there could be something there
for me.
Maybe a home? Maybe an origin?
Maybe even love.
They say we are all made of
stardust.
Then why is it so hard to get along?
How can beings with stars inside of them feel
hate?
So every night, I search the stars,
wondering if, somewhere, maybe, just maybe,
someone is out there,
searching the stars
just like me.
Longing for love.
Family.
A home that is not just a place, though that sounds nice too, but a
feeling, a
person.
Who loves me as fiercely as the sun loves the moon,
so much that we will make an
eclipse
together.
Are these things really written
in the stars?
Written from the perspective of another para, Soren, who's a lot sweeter than Necare
338 · Jan 4
To be human 2
I used to wonder what it was like to be
human.
Used to believe I was a monster simply because of what
I was.
Now I understand.
I choose to be a monster because
they
deserve
it.
I choose to ****, to rip lives apart because of
what they did to mine.
Nothing will ever
be
the
same.
I am not a monster because I am
not
human.
I am not evil because I am
different,
foreign,
unknown.
I am not feared because of my name or my skin, but because of my
rage.
I keep my promises, always.
They deserve what is
coming.
They deserve to see the same destruction they sent
me
and my people.
They deserve to weep, kneeling on the
burnt floor
as they mourn those who were
stolen
from them
cruelly.
And, if I die in the process, then I will
finally reunite
with my family in
Caelum.
My revenge will be as
cruel
as the
names
I was called.
Written by the same para (Necare) grown up/present day.
279 · Jan 27
SEVERED
Indigo Maroon Jan 27
Explain
                                            To
                                        
                                            Me
h
    o
        w

I can be


F       a      L    L  i     Ng             aP            A                  r              t          

AND BE SO numb

I am

W
h
o
l
e
A
n
d
E
m
p
t
y

all
at
once
Just playing around with words for fun
229 · Jan 2
Moving on?
To the one I used to love, used to need:
You never
text
me.
It's like you
moved
on
the second I was
gone.
As for me, I've been
S T U C K
in the memories.
I can't not
think
of
you.
But I think I
may
be
moving
on.
Wrote this years ago haha not current just deep
Indigo Maroon Jan 31
Take me home across the ocean
Too far away to bear
Feeling trapped, going through the motions
But I don't really care

I've grown weary of grayscale gloom
Of mainland and its toxic waste
Heart heavy, I sense impending doom
Sorrow etched across my face

Take me home across the water
Through perfect turquoise waves
Home to where the air is hotter
But the breeze brings solace I so crave

Home to where the beaches
Wrap the island in a hug
Where the forest earnestly reaches
Towards the crystal sky above

Take me where the birds wing playfully
Wild and beautiful and free
Where the sun dances gracefully
‘Cross mountain and sparkling sea

Take me home across the ocean
I can't take it anymore
My perfect home has my devotion
Won't stop 'till I reach its shores

I fantasize of my returning
Why must I be stranded here?
My heart hurts from my constant yearning
No breeze here to blow away my tears

To go back home is all I need
I've never grieved like this before
My soul enduring constant bleeding
I'm broken to my very core
Missing home a lot today, so I thought I'd write about it. Nothing I ever write will ever be able to truly encompass its beauty though
214 · Jan 9
Bloodlust
Your blood
all
over
me.
Will it ever be enough?
to satisfy?
Cold steel
of the knife
you tried to use
to stab me in the back
covered
in a warm
sticky substance.
Yours,
not mine.
I turn it over
in my hands
as I watch you
bleed out
on the
crimson
tiles.
Why did you think
it would be any
different?
212 · Jan 11
Little Blue Boat
Indigo Maroon Jan 11
little
boat
floating idly
in the dark waters.
brilliant blue
(wait, why is it blue?)
drifting, no anchor to
protect it

missing
home
its origin
but alas,
it is too
far
away

far
away
black waters
royal blue

lost
little boat
without a crew or captain
to keep it
company

lonely
skiff
wishing for a
friend
a companion
someone to
rescue it
from the midnight
sea

deep
ocean chill
seeping through its wood
until it thinks
it will
never
be warm
again

weary
traveler
wondering
if there's
one
friendly face
amid the
bloodthirsty sharks
of its waters

little
boat
giving up
drowning
slowly
beautiful blue
lost at sea
cried for help
but no one
came
Raise your hand if you're the boat
🙋‍♀️

Why does no one in this whole world listen???
Indigo Maroon Jan 16
How DARE you do this to me? You know how hard it is for me to
Open my mind to others, to trust anyone. I trusted you.
Why don't you understand the enormity of that?

Deep inside, I know you meant no harm. Or did you?
All the paranoia is rushing back and I'm sinking deeper in my own
Righteous insanity as I spiral in panic and fury. This is the
End of everything

You don't get it! I tried to explain it but you don't see how you're
Obliterating everything I've worked so hard for! Why don't you
Understand that you're ruining my life?

Doing this, telling them, betraying my trust in this
Overzealously evil way, nothing will ever be the same.

This is only proving to me what you've been trying so
Hard to erase from my mind: that
I can't trust ANYONE, or maybe I just can't trust adults,
Since I told plenty of friends and they didn't care

Truthfully, I'm getting a bit tired of all this. What's next?
Obviously, my whole center of gravity is about to shift.

Maybe everything will be ok? No, this is the beginning of the
End
Difficult to organize my thoughts into acrostic form while in fight or flight
What do I do now? I don't even want to think about it, think about
How my life is splitting apart at the seams and all of my panicked
Outcries are doing nothing to stop it.

Amazing, I think, that I've lasted as long as I have.
Maybe this is for the better?

I tell myself, but it tastes like a lie in my mouth.

If I cease to be Caligula, what do I have left
For myself. I am nothing, nothing!

Nobody truly understands that I am losing everything and am
Out of my mind with pain and fury. I can't stop
Thinking, why me? Why is it always me?

Can't I have good luck just one time? I'm not
Asking for much. I'm scared, no, terrified that my
Life is ending quicker than I ever anticipated. I wanted to die
Grandly, in a wild blaze of glory. Not with my whole life
Upturned, sinking slowly, suffering wildly,
Losing what I worked so hard to achieve,
And wishing I could go back and be great one more time.
Written by another para (who, obviously, goes by the name Caligula), in the future/ after I end his suffering and pack the daydream away to start over again
I see you when it's stormy
cause oh how you loved the rain
I see you when it's sunny
because you brightened up my every day

I see you when it's cloudy
cause you were always in a mood
I see you when it's midnight
Because you were my moon

I see you when it's snowy
because you claimed you would freeze
I see you when it's hot out
because you loved the summer breeze

I see you when I laugh
because you loved to tell me jokes
I see you when I eat
on that poor old plate you broke

I see you when I'm bored
cause you kept me entertained
Because you wished that you could fly
I see you when I hear a plane

I see you in my bedroom
sitting on my floor
I see you each and every time
I hear my creaky door

I see you in the plants you grew
the vines and trees and flowers
I see you when I hear a child
SWEAR that they have powers

I see you in the darkness
because you used to get so scared
I see you when I'm crying
cause you swore that you'd be there

I see you in the waves
just like when we met
I see you in the shadows
when I remember that you're dead
I was about to go to bed, but my brain did... whatever this is
159 · Jan 30
Paper, Stone, Light
Indigo Maroon Jan 30
A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard
Found this SUPER old poem, pretty sure I was 12 when I wrote this. Randomly unearthed it when going through a box of old stuff (I'm a bit of a hoarder), and decided it wasn't terrible.
159 · Jan 5
Counting
One,
two, three,
Steps as I
Pace across the
Hard, tile hall-way
Making sure to keep beat.
My feet thud softly in step
with the music in my earbuds.
My hands whirl with the music quickly.
People are staring, but I don't notice,
Because I am not pacing inside my head.
In my brain, I am somewhere different and safe.
I'm not pacing with the music; I AM the music.
It seeps inside every part of my soul, heart, and being.
I grin with pure excitement as I spin in another world.
I used to love haikus. Yeah, because they were easy and quick and small. But mostly because I loved counting the syllables. Now, haikus aren't really my thing. But I still love counting syllables. So I thought maybe this would be more up my alley. Count the syllables as you read. It's fun!
150 · Jan 7
Marooned (A song)
I'm sick, so sick of the cold
the sun beckons me
Want, wanting for more
than this dull city
Seek, seeking the waves
that crash so clearly
Miss, missing the breeze
that revived me

Feeling lost in black and white
I am craving color
Want nothing more than to take flight
Long for eternal summer

Marooned!
Mainland
Cry into my cold hands
Can't wait any longer
My hope's being slaughtered
I lost my Atlantis
Can no longer stand it
Alone in this place
Marooned

How, how many years and
Can I make it
Hold, holding back tears
I have to fake it
Fight, fight for control
Know if they see it
All, all will be lost
I'd rather die

Clinging to the songs that say
(I cannot make it) (I can make it!)
Broken down (Beyond repair?)
Long for this to be over

Marooned!
Mainland
Comforted by dark hands
Can't wait any longer
The anger burns hotter
My mind running rampant
Please, I cannot stand it
Split, torn, and twisted
Marooned

In my dreams
The mountains tower above me
Ocean waves crash below me
And the wind flurries around me
While the sun warms inside me
In my dreams
I am finally home
And I wish that I'd never wake up
I wonder, can I last another day?

Marooned!
Mainland
Reaching out with cold hands
Can't wait any longer
The pain's getting stronger
The home that I long for
Gets farther and farther
Can't take anymore
Marooned
Just a little song I wrote a while ago.
How obvious is it that I can't rhyme :(
Sort of bad, debated putting it here for a while.
It just isn't the same without being able to hear the music.
Oh well
136 · Jan 23
It’s time
Indigo Maroon Jan 23
It’s time
And the craziest thing is:
I’m
Not
Afraid
Anymore
Called it on the dissociation lol
Ink, spreading through my soul, my life, as I scribble endlessly:

Don't tell me this is normal, having two
Opposite sides of myself.
Never understanding how I can believe
Two opposing things at the same time.

Kindness always, but I long to be cruel. Love, but sometimes I
Need to hate, to feel the fire burning in my soul. The
Origin of this duality remains unknown, regardless of
What intense measures I have taken to try to understand myself.

Why am I so split? Why do I feel like I
Have to mask constantly to hide my dark side, to pretend like I'm
Only strange, not truly crazy.

I wonder sometimes what's wrong with me.

Am I falling deeper and deeper into
Madness every day?

Ask anyone: I'm "too nice". I'm sweet and enthusiastic and
Naive. But that is only one part of me. Nobody knows that every
Year I am forced to question if I am truly as good as the
Mask I put on. Yes, I am good. But I am also evil. My mind is an
Ocean, both life and death all at once. Am I just overthinking? Will I
Regret all of this worry, or regret that I didn't
Enlighten myself to the wonders and horrors of my mind sooner?
Another acrostic cause they're fun and simple and I'm bored
133 · Jan 2
Paper and other things
Paper
A confider
A confinement
A trap
A relief
Beautiful
Noise
Silence
Screaming
Gasping for breath
Sitting quietly on a page
Flutters in the wind
So much, on so little
Tell it your secrets
It won't betray you
It won’t comfort you
Share with the world
Anonymous, if you want
It wont tell
It will be silent
Heartbreak, relief, sadness, love
On a weightless page
An airplane
A boat
A butterfly
paper
116 · Jan 3
Welcome to Wonderland
Welcome to Wonderland!
Alice looks around and decides she wants to stay a while.
Inside her brain, she can be
whatever she wants.
Inside her brain, her pain no longer exists,
and she is no longer Alice, but someone
better.
As she stares into space, she journeys deep inside her mind until she finds something new
and entirely perfect.
She found somewhere worth staying.
As she developed this new world
and her lovely characters,
paras,
she stayed for longer and longer
and was never bored again.
On the contrary, she was
happy.
Happier than she had ever been in reality.
So she wondered to herself,
Why
Leave?
But her Wonderland came at a price.
Dissociation was her plague as she fought to stay present
in what was once her reality.
As returning to her body became harder and harder,
Alice gave up trying
to fight the daydreams as they
crowded
her
mind,
leaving room for
nothing
else.
But it didn't matter.
Because in Wonderland,
Alice was content
free
loved.
She belonged.
She accepted her insanity as
beautiful.
And chose Wonderland as her home.
Everyone warned her of its dangers.
Tried to keep her
in their nightmare
reality.
But Alice vowed to
never
turn
back
as she embraced
her Wonderland
Indigo Maroon Jan 11
I've known you for years
We're best friends
There are so many bad ways
that this nightmare could end

When we first met
you said not a word
Yet somehow, even then
something in my heart stirred

As we grew older
we began to get close
Never thought you could like me
a miracle, I suppose

I can't do this without you
not anymore
My heart breaks a little
when you walk out the door

I don't really trust
I tend to put up walls
But you make me feel safe
so I tell you it all

WHY CAN'T I RHYME UGHHHHHH

...



Why
do
I
always
fall
in love
with the ones
I can't
have?

It's the story of my life:
Passionate love,
but doomed from the start.
Inevitably, we
drift
apart.

I lose the friendship
I was
clinging to,
believing that this pain, I will never lose

I cry
a lot
and write a few songs,
and then,
after a while,
I just
move
on.

But not
you.

...

I swore to myself I wouldn't do this again. But this is different. We've known each other for such a long time. We're best friends! And this wasn't a stupid "fireworks moment", but an attraction built on long-term trust and adoration and friendship. THIS IS NOT A POEM

...

Words cannot describe what I feel for you. Maybe I'll try again later, when I'm not so tired, and the words flow easier
(If that will ever happen)
Genuinely what is this? Don't even bother reading this, it's as ******* up as my brain right now
Existing in a haze
Daydreams crowd her brain
She surrendered and smiled
Said, "I think I'll stay a while"
As she stared into space
And her mind began to race
The belonging that she chased
No longer did it evade

When

Alice, Alice, bleeding soul
Fled into her rabbit hole
Dreaming of a better world
Broken, mad and all alone
Alice, Alice, don't let go
But Wonderland is her true home
She needs it so she can cope
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Broke

So now she sits alone
She's lost track of time
Gazing into the distance
She exists within her mind
Sometimes she comes back
But joy she cannot find
So in her mind she'll drown
Falling deeper down, down, down

Alice, Alice broken soul
Lives inside her rabbit hole
Seeking out a better world
One where she'll never be alone
And they cry, "Alice, don't let go!"
But Wonderland is all she knows!
Reality holds no more hope
Madder than a hatter, Alice...

Alice, Alice hopeless soul
Held captive by her rabbit hole
Her daydreams will not let her go
Lost her mind so long ago
Alice, Alice, now she knows
Her Wonderland was all a hoax
Now she's just a shadow
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Choked
Personal, poetic rewrite of ALICE by Peggy
104 · Feb 1
My curse
This is my curse:
That I will
never
learn
my
lesson

This is my curse:
That I once again believe that
things
will
change

This is my curse:
That hope glows so fiercely inside of my soul that I truly feel that
it's all
going
to be
ok

This is my curse:
That somehow, somehow
I
still
love
you

This is my curse:
That I know you
love
me
back
104 · Jan 11
Love unpoem
Indigo Maroon Jan 11
Love is its own telepathic language/that we will never truly be able to translate/no matter how hard we try/how much we ramble on/in poetic verse/trying to explain something using sound waves/I wish I could open my mind up to you/so you could feel the telepathic love I write each day/in my heart/ like a passionate song/ in a drowned ship in a bottle/stained and covered by water/so all the ink blurs/ you can no longer read it/but you know whatever is hidden there is profound
This is mortifying.
It appears I've literally forgotten how to write a poem
96 · Jan 4
Eleanor
Eleanor
Who is she?
A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest
for someone to care.
Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday
she will no longer be lonely.
Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different
Someone better.

Eleanor
Where is she
Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest
for someone to notice her.
Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing
For a companion.
Someone to keep her company as she
slowly dies.

Eleanor
Why is she?
Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest
for someone to mourn her
Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same
as when she was alive
As her coffin is placed in the ground
with no one there to toss dirt over it,
Eleanor finally loses hope.

Lonely Eleanor
Lonely, lonely
Cries tears that no one will see
She looks around, invisible as she's always been
Goes back to her home
Life resumes
As if nothing ever happened.
Based off of Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles
95 · Jan 2
The dead musician
A rusty guitar
clutched
in white
bony
fingers.
Skeletal face
watching you.
Head tilted, listening
even
in
death.
Torn pages of ancient music
scattered on the ground.
As you meet his hollow eyes, they seem to
stare
into
your soul.
You reach out
and try to take the guitar.
But his fingers are too tight.
Coveting the guitar.
Refusing
to
let
go.
Refusing
to
say
goodbye.
95 · 4d
Icarus
All of this can't be for nothing
We've worked too hard
Fought too hard
For it to be over
I have lost too much
I no longer know
who
I
am
They can't win
I made an oath of blood
and
I
will
keep
it.
He will die tonight
but not by my hand
like I wanted

I will be your sacrifice
It's the only way
I'm sorry love, but I have to do this
I was always doomed to go
up
in
flames
anyway

The whole world is collapsing
These shards of truth I've clung to
love
pierce my soul
Bloodred wings and gilded mask
Will mark my
last
flight

I launch myself into the sky above
shining brighter than the sun
eclipse
and all you can see is my supernova
bright and brilliant
burning
burning
burning

behind the mask, my face is expressionless
but a single tear slides down my face
as I hear the love of my life
scream

I am burning
quickly
steadily
Pain blinding
excruciating
lovely

I wonder what will happen
when it's all
over

Was I a savior after all?
or just a foolish boy disguised as a
hero

My painted feathers burn like candlesticks
But I can still go higher!
Burning
up
crying out
But as I fall
like a meteor
into the sea
A part of me remembers
who
I
am

Fulfilled
Triumphant
Loved
I will transcend to Caelum
as a warrior
it is impossible to transform the emotions in this scene into words.

Based off the song Icarus by Gio Navas (absolutely incredible artist)
This is written by one of my paras, Necare. He's done poems before, but he has a different backstory in this one. Pretty bad poem, but seriously, check out the song!
We use metaphors in poetry.
Something dramatic and attention-catching
to stand in for something ordinary.
Metaphors are poet's best friend.
After all, a poem without descriptive language is just
a really dramatic essay.
So my question is?
How do you know when they stop being metaphors?
Would you even ever know?
If it's dramatic enough,
no one will know.
Eerie concept...
89 · Jan 3
Palindrome
I run
Far away
Gasping for breath
How much farther?
How long until I'm safe?
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
How do you evade yourself?
How do you run away from who you are?
I am desperate to break away, but
How do you run away from who you are?
How do you evade yourself?
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous.
How long until I'm safe?
How much farther?
Gasping for breath
Far away
I run
Words still hiding from me; this is sad; wanted to try the idea; will probably delete
82 · 7d
Triumph
You tried to hurt me
Tried to beat me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
triumph?

You thought you knew better
Thought you could ruin me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
come
out
on
top?

You thought you had power
You thought you were stronger, but
I
will
always
win

To be underestimated
is the
greatest
power
one can have
Do crazy people even know they're crazy?

Or do they just drift through insanity oblivious
to their own undoing?

If that's the case,
what about people who
think they're crazy?

Are we just
paranoid
overthinkers?

Are we only
eccentric
because we are
afraid?
Or is there something more
buried far below
that we
need
need
need
to see,
but at the same time
are scared
to find
out

And
on the other
hand,
what if
we're
right?

How are we to know?
How are we to trust our mind
to tell us we can trust our mind?
79 · Jan 13
Thank you
Indigo Maroon Jan 13
You don't know me
You don't know my name
You don't know my age
You don't know where I live
You don't know the sound of my voice,
or what I look like,
or my favorite color
(all of them, but especially magenta and olive green)

And yet, in many ways
you know me better than
anyone
else.

You have seen the
depths
of my mind
and I have seen yours.

It's brutal down there,
but you don't care!
We poets see brokenness as beautiful!

My point is, I've
finally
found
my people.

I know this isn't really a poem, more of a letter, but I really just wanted to say:

Thank you.
You have been my light in great darkness,
giving me hope.
You don't know who I am, but
you
still
care.

And even though I don't know you,
I adore you all
I feel like we're friends,
in the way you have to be
when you understand each others'
deepest
souls.

Thank you for everything

❤️❤️ Indie
Seriously, it probably doesn't feel like much, but it means the world to me
75 · Jan 23
Love/hate
Indigo Maroon Jan 23
What do you do when you
Love
Too
Much?

What is the remedy
For the
Constant
Anguish
It causes?

It isn’t fair!
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn't ask
For this pain!

I wish I could
Hate,
Just once.
You cause me so much pain, and yet I cry in silence as you walk away
Indigo Maroon Jan 17
7
days till the end of the world
and my mind is a'racing
round and round my thoughts they swirl
I can't seem to cease my pacing

6
days now till everything ends
time is slowing down
I really thought she was my friend
never thought she'd let me drown

5
days and what do I do now?
the fear is taking over me
I'm stuck in a pit, I can't get out
there's no escape that I can see

4
days wow it's getting close
and I'm nowhere near ready!
I feel very much like a ghost
can't keep myself steady

3
days now, what do I do?
everything is going wrong
I don't know how to make it through
I don't think I'm that strong

2
days, in a panic now
I'd really like to breathe
it's far too soon to take my bows
will this agony never cease?

1
day, fog is kicking in
praise God for dissociation
This is not my body, my skin
I've ascended plain Creation!

0
days, and now it's time
my heart beats in my pounding head
watching my world collapse in a rhyme
I cannot tell if I am dead
70 · Jan 9
I'm so tired
Exhaustion
weighs heavy
on me
all I want to do
is sleep,
yet I can't seem to
turn my mind off
(even more than usual)
haunted
by thoughts
pain
lethargy
and total mind-block.
I feel like I'm
dying
and interactive daydreaming
has never been
so easy
(I am not my paras)
I'm scared
that the blanket
of delirious
melancholy
and
moribundity
will
never
leave
What's wrong with me now?
It's cold outside today
colder even than it is inside
I have no escape from the ice that races through my veins
sending shivers coursing through me
It forces me to remember the only time
I was warm
Approximately 1,200 miles away, but feels
much further
Why is it so hard?
Why do I have to wait so long to get back to you?
I don't want to be cold forever!
I Tremble even now, words stuttering on my screen
They're cold too.
I can't even fathom waiting 4, 6, 10, 12 more years
I can't imagine being stranded in the cold for this long
I will freeze without you
Please
I don't want to be cold
forever
66 · Jan 10
I dress for combat
Indigo Maroon Jan 10
I dress for combat
because I want to be prepared for anything

I dress for combat
and remember the time when I was carefree

I dress for combat
though I know more than anyone that I'm way better at
hiding than fighting

I dress for combat
ignoring how strange I've been acting recently

I dress for combat
and love the way paranoia feels on my body

I dress for combat
because I don't know why,
but I just know it's going to come in handy one day
64 · Jan 3
He
He
He is dark,
A shadow, seeping into every corner
of my mind.
I feel his presence
When I stand
alone
in the dark.
He joins me in my solitude
And spreads throughout my soul
as I change to match his energy.
He is the night.
He is the midnight blackness of the trees against a navy sky.
He is water like ink splish-splashing quietly in the deep.
He is cold, his soul almost empty.
Almost.
He kills the light, bludgeons it viciously as the sun's gore flies.
Is there any compassion left in him?
Can he love
one
more
time?
He is beautiful, mysterious, intriguing.
I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand him, but
never
come
close.
He is Love and possession and power.
He is ferocity contained in silent stillness.
He was never a child, and did not come from Earth, but has always been there
in space
waiting
for
me.
Who is he?
Indigo Maroon Jan 14
Hunger games of hate and grief
and pride and pain and scorn
We've been in the arena
since the day that we were born

Our horror shows aren't annual
they don't end or begin
They're miserable, continual,
and no one ever wins

Eat the berries, eat the berries!
what's the point of going on?
It's all a show, the Devil's drama
and we're his foolish pawns

Dressing up to meet our end
putting on an act
Our stylists have done us up
and we refuse to face the facts

The Capital is always watching
and Snow ends up on top
We are all so glued to screens
that we don't see the towers drop

Arrows flying through the air
made up of jealousy and lies
Our Rebellion is failing
and we're all dropping like flies

All of the songbirds are snakes in disguise
singing corrupted songs
The Jabberjays are everywhere
and they've been listening all along

We celebrate the mindless slaughter
a cycle that never ends
And we're all making enemies
for we've forgotten how to make friends

How do we think this is fine?
I'm afraid we've all gone mad
Life's a twisted lottery
that doesn't discern good from bad

We have all been drawn for reaping
despite our desperate labor
So there's just one thing left to say:
"May the odds be EVER in your favor!"
Been DYING to do this for a while. Based off of the Hunger Games franchise, obviously.

Let me know if I should do more book-based ones
(Who am I kidding, I'm going to do more regardless)
What do you do when you
Forget
How to write
When the words inside you
Hide
Deep in the deaths of your mind
When, no matter how long you swim
Down
Down
Down
Until the sea is the color of ink,
The words still evade you.
The body is a cage
But the mind is
Infinite
And has infinite places to hide
I wish I had as much control as those sneaky little words do
Wish I knew how to hide like them
Wish the uncharted territory of my amygdala was lit up with bioluminescence
Like other, safer parts of my brain
I wish I understood
Understood why I’ve
Forgotten
How to write.
62 · Jan 3
Untitled
I promise I'll come back to you, I promise.
59 · Jan 4
The tightrope walker
She wobbles slightly, perched upon her
thin, taught rope.
She prays desperately that she does not fall
does not break.
She has perched up there her whole life, once
hopeful and excited to be
a part of the show, but
She has long since grown weary
of trying not to fall off.
She is sick of the spectacle, sick of perching
on that worn rope.
She misses the pole she once held, that blessed protection
against the wind, rain, and storms,
but it has long since rotted away, as sick of the cruel game
as she was.
She wonders, looking down, down, down
to the jagged rocks below, if it would be easier to just
fall off.
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and
lets go
She is no longer a tightrope walker but a
skydiver
She smiles blissfully for the first time as she tries out
her new hobby.
55 · Jan 23
Noise/silence
Indigo Maroon Jan 23
My whole life I have
Fought
And never won
Ran
And never escaped
Cried
And never been comforted
Tried
And never succeeded
Hoped
And never gotten lucky
Pleaded
And never been spared
Screamed
And never been heard


I
Give
Up


If there’s no hope for me anyway,
Why
Even
Try

“There’s a freedom in letting go. A beauty in giving up, a peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you’re fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, where reality meant nothing to you, and you were everything and nothing at all.”

Today I let go
Today I return to my dream-state
Today I am free

Do as you wish to me
You cannot break what has already
Shattered
I’m done. I’m done hoping that this will be the time you choose to change, choose to care about me. I give up. Once this is over, I’m walking away and never looking back. Perhaps then you’ll finally learn your lesson, as I have learned mine. Don’t
Trust
Anyone

They think they know everything. Ha! I’ll show them
54 · Jan 7
Hallucination?
This afternoon, I was pacing
in public.
I stepped perfectly
in the tiles,
perfectly
keeping pace.
Out of the corner of my eye, a little boy, walking just behind me
in my peripherals.
He had blue sneakers on.
I assumed it was my little friend,
coming to play.
But I could've sworn his sneakers were
red.
And how is he being so quiet?
I finally finished pacing, and whirled around
to scare him, make him laugh his adorable little laugh.
But there was no one there.
No one at all.
52 · Jan 2
Everything
There's a beauty in letting go. A freedom in giving up. A peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you're fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Break the machine. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, when reality meant nothing to you and you were everything and nothing at all.

Return to your dream-state, that peace between sleep and waking, where everything is whole and one, and you are warm all the way through. Where the patter of rain and voices blows like a breeze through your soul. Where you don't think, only feel. Remember what it was like to feel love. Take a breath of blissful oblivion before the searing bludgeon of reality rips you from the fog and everything shatters. Turn back time, to where nothing mattered, and beauty was never far away. Return to a time where you had no worries, and you were not aware of your own naivete. Inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale listen carefully as you inhale exhale and try to remember why you're here, what your purpose is. You knew, once upon a time. Find it.

Time is harsh, it waits for nobody. No matter how loud, how desperately you scream "Stop!", it seems to move ever faster, ripping you away from temporary pleasure. We have no power over it. We have no power, and yet we still fight. Why? Ask yourself, ask yourself why you are still fighting. What reason do you have to live? Who do you fight for? Why do you stay? Do you even have a reason?

Look beyond to a world of color, past the fog and gray of reality. We have no power over reality. We have no power over anything. So I ask again, why do we fight? Release yourself. Reality cannot change, and we cannot either. As much as we fight against it, we are bound by reality and its rules. Bound to who we are. Unchangeable and unbreakable are we.

There is a monster inside all of us and it takes great bravery to embrace it. Most of us are too afraid, and keep fighting, fighting, fighting to deny it. What right do we have to claim to be good? Embrace the darkness. There's a beauty in letting go.

You people don't know what it's like to live. You're drifting, floating through your miserable existence on screens, idolizing people just as sad as you are. In a world devoid of color, you blend right in to the grayscale tragedy of what we call "normal". It's ridiculous! Too afraid to take risks, to prim and proper for adventure, too worldly to understand true beauty, too selfish for love. You flee from the ugly truth of existence and choose to hide in falsities of your own design. You don't think. You think you know everything but you know nothing. I mourn you.

This world is so beautiful, but to experience it, you have to get beyond the wretched order of civility. Don't stop running until you reach the place where color is everywhere, where the sun and the sea and the mountains and the forest are brighter than any screen and stronger than any worldly riches. Where you're finally warm. Don't stop running until you can look up and see heaven in the sky, until the sunset and the clouds and the stars and the breeze breathe new life into you like you've never felt before,.

Surrender to who you are meant to be. Light can only come from darkness. This world is not meant to be plain, not designed for boredom and black and white. We were made for color and chaos and freedom and risk and adventure. We came from nothing and to nothing we will return. Only our souls are endless, and they yearn constantly for the freedom of what is beyond life.

We idolize life, idolize existence. In our endless pursuit of pleasure we fail to see what's actually important. We've grown blind to beauty. We are NPC's, wandering through life doing whatever we're told, never thinking for ourselves.

The saddest thing is: It's never going to change. We're never going to change. The condition of the world, of humanity, worsens steadily and will continue to worsen until God comes to save us all. We cannot change, do not have the capacity to change, myself included. We are doomed to disintegration of the soul, doomed to slowly spiral into a cruel insanity called normalcy. We cannot change, we cannot fight. But we can let go.

So find the music. Find the poems. Seep into them, into the music and the lyrics and the words and the feelings until you become them. Listen carefully to every note and word and melody. See every moment, watch closely. Exit your body until you are floating above it all, noticing everything, feeling everything, loving everything.

Let go
Let go
Let go

Exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale until you feel yourself becoming yourself, becoming the world, becoming a phantom and a planet and a child and a monster and an angel and an animal and yourself and everybody else and most of all become feeling, become love and desire and pain and rage and beauty and joy and peace.

There's a freedom in letting go
51 · Jan 7
Why?
Why did we forget how to live?
Why did we forget how to love?
Why did we lose sight of what's important?

Why do we fear things we don't understand,
instead of learning how to understand them?

Why do we despise anyone "different"
and pretend to be a myth called "normal"?

Why do we mistreat God's beautiful creation,
and scorn and squirm and say it's gross?

Why do we get to decide who deserves respect, and why do we make those decisions on trivial things, like skin and age and money?

Why are we afraid to take risks, to get *****, to fall or fail?
Why do we hide from pain and blood and danger?

What is wrong with us?
What disease of human nature has cursed us so?

We go about the motions of survival without really living,
and wonder why we're depressed,
why we feel that life is meaningless.
We make it meaningless!

We need to shed the restraints of sanity!

We need to ask ourselves
WHY.
Why are we partaking in this foolishness?
Why don't we seek out something better?
Why do we settle?
Why did we stop believing in magic?

Why did we forget how to live?
51 · Jan 2
Cartoon Sunset
cartoon sun
follows us
rays spiking the dark
holding it
back
holding
on
cartoon sunset
real,
gone
You hide me from the world
You keep me in a cage
But when there's real danger to be found
You never seem to see my pain


You think you are
attentive,
I no longer think that's true.
Cause you don't hear the
screams
of
help
each day I put
in front of you.


You ask,
"Do I need to worry?"
I think your eyes must be blurry!
How don't you see the warning signs
Blaring neon in my eyes?


You say that I should tell you
if something's
not
ok.


I tried
today.
You walked
away.


What else is there to say?
How is it you only care enough to ask when I'm ACTUALLY fine?
Then when the time comes that something is actually wrong, it's like you can't push it aside fast enough.
I think your prefrontal cortex is broken
Tell me
now
before it's too late:

How do I
crawl
back into my chrysalis?
How do I undo the
transformation
that has begun in me?

How do I go back to being a
caterpillar
A child, naive and free

I said I wanted to
let
the Monster
out
but I changed my mind!
I changed
my
mind

Please

I cannot be the Monster anymore
because it
would
break
you

Even if you knew you did not
create
the Monster
(please please please don't ever believe that!)
You would have to live with knowing it was
your
hands
that taught it to ****

That when I spoke words of love to you
I was praising you for making it
ever so easy
(no no no I don't want this)

No matter what happens
you are the anti-Monster
no
no
you are the Monster
tamed

I understand now
It lives in you too
It
has
to

It makes complete sense!
Maybe in a way
you did create the Monster
Maybe it did not come from pain
but from simple genetics?

I think I understand now
I understand now!
We aren't meant to
****
the Monster
We aren't meant to
suffocate it
And we aren't meant to
succumb
to it

We have to tame it
Ally with it
And use it
to do something good
It's another prophesy
I understand now
I UNDERSTAND NOW
There is a reason for everything!

This is why
This is why
This is why

We are the Monsters
Because God is a God of vengeance
and sometimes peace is not enough
We are the Monsters
Not to go against Him
but to serve Him
All the prophesies are coming true
They are all coming true!

Someday, you'll understand!
In a way,
you already do
Someday we'll be Monsters
together

And save the world,
just like I always knew
we
would
I've always
hated
change

Recently it's become
easier;
the little things
at least

I changed my room
got rid of some old books
never thought that day would come

But this, this
Metamorphosis
is nearly
impossible

Painful
I feel like I'm
dying
sometimes

As much as I hate to admit it,
I'm scared
petrified

My mind
"she always did have SUCH an overactive imagination"
jumping from worse-case scenario
to worse-case scenario

I find myself wishing for something
easier
simpler
like the apocalypse

Let's be honest,
Walkers are kind of pathetic anyway
at least then we'd be too busy
surviving
to worry about all this

I know I just need time
But right now I still just
hate
change
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