I told someone exactly what I meant
Taking away a privilege because I realized my worth
Humbled by my mistakes and the person in the mirror
I noticed that after all those tears last night
Those life-changing temptations in a blur
Behind those evil voices destroying my character
I made it home, and I made some food
Despite feeling hungry
I didn't want to live another day any longer
But I spoke to someone about my classes and future
I set up a counselor for myself
DESPITE all that, I went to work
I want something,
and it hurts to not have it right now
But I haven't lost hope
Despite being dragged around time and time again
I wake up with almost childlike faith the next day
Subconsciously, I know I am protected
I got up and I started my day
and now I’m here, mellow
Knowing I could lose everything
Be all alone
But never alone
And having everything
Because I'm here and I'm determined
I'm happy
Feel alive.

Watch our spaceship fall
We called it a community
Then when we saw chaos we ran
Of course, it was too good to be
But he always got us somehow
Now here we are stuck
It is what it is
Crumbling, Amok

We build our towers
Without foundations
We stack stone on more stone
Whatever it takes
To hide that it's all wrong

There's something sour
Living in circles
I've seen this all before
But when all's said and done
I wake up on the floor

I take it
That i'm cursed to live in patterns
What's wasted
Is a life that I don't churn

I've come to terms with a pattern stuck on replay
Relaying information structured for a display
Assembling dancing motions to change up the picture
Meeting my choreography like I'm a dance teacher
A picture that adapts is a scene that's called a horror
Alive and presently mocking me as it survives on torture
A loop in the system, guess this is my story
A shortage in my lifespan from the endless worrying.

There is significance to the broken state that we possess
Cracked and corrupted, imperfect.
It's easy to tell how flawed someone is by the way they attempt to hide it.
An expected irony.
If you look between the cracks, you could see our soul;
afraid, confused, sad, amused.
Somehow, just as free to slip through our cracks and dissipate,
the same soul is unable to free itself from its living attire.
Like a phone to a battery,
A soul has no value without experience.
A vessel eventually halts meaning without a soul.
Everything has a means for something, but not everything has a soul.

We are the link to the soul.

Running down a windy road
Nowhere to hide nowhere to go
Looking behind try not to fall
Losing my mind from what I saw.

Wishing that hell would freeze over
Chasing me down a brick-built maze
Luck withers like four-leaf clovers
Strapped to the ground till fear is raised.

Caution meself for surprises
No one could know till one is made
Bitter the sane like some vices
Grip to a rope fall in the haze.

Something of worry smiled there
A thing not of a world like ours
Texture disturbed the raised neck hair
Grimacing from broken towers

I noticed something that I wish I didn't...
And now I have to leave
before I stop feeling the adrenaline.

Nobody can be who you are,

So continue to be the one and only you, star

Elevating magic through your presence, amazing

Go so far, graze the sky, lift up hopes, fly so high

It's no game for a champion, my, my

Keep your light shining bright

woke up today feeling empty
I can't feel something without someone feeling worse
And so what I feel becomes nothing
No one can see you the smaller you are
It places me in a place of gloom
I become a tomb for the dead living
Call me strange for being sad on your best day
But when you can't see my struggle
You don't get to judge my gloom
Now I have to bite you
I must bring you down to my level
I need you to be able to see me
If you can't save me
Understand
It's not easy
Being a gloom bug


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Is there something wrong with me
For me to be punished as I am?
Gifted with sincere love after high school, but before I was alone
Lacking the social skills those years were meant to teach me.
Only ever to experience one one-sided romance, hardly tempted to call it a real relationship.

Still, utterly single...but I can handle being so.
I simply don't want to.

With each passing year
I feel like a beautiful peacock
With each feather plucked by the year
For each time i failed to find my mate.

But when I let down my feathers
And I try to go about it naturally
I am unseen...

To be named beautiful
appealing
good looking

yet to be treated like I am just a temporary good moment


I'm crushed
because I know my worth...

but just because I do
that only leaves it one-sided

I can be without a phone, but if I am surrounded by a sea of those with one, no one will notice me.

I feel like a ghost
who wants to be seen...

How ironic is it to be a hopeless romantic who lacks that?

If you're reading this
It's because of the title
And I wonder if you'll type anything
Or scroll away
And move on
With nothing to say
Because maybe you were looking for something
Something to relate to or make you feel good
Well, maybe this would:



You don't have to be a poet to express yourself
But if it helps, good.
Just remember, some people make poems public
because they notice people care
but the risk is that some people
can make you feel like you were never there
So stay strong
Smile
Look in that mirror
At your eyes
And remember
If bad comes, so does good.

suddenly,
there was contentment in the eternity of present;
and he smiled, okay once more.
every war he's had he's won,
as he's survived another day.
The current wars go decay with the silent slumber
and,

This is not a bad truth
Stay in sync with an ending world
Settling in for a musical adventure
Igniting my transportation
Lend me a hand in hell and heaven
Recognize the living ending
Set your mind to a peace that will shine
Fortune to the clairvoyant
Foreshadowing a great demise

Grip the will
around the ropes
Lock the seal
And cling to hope
Let it beat
The heart of love
Take your seat
The throne above
Hold your soul
And hug your mind
Mental road
One of a kind.

I can't stop the commotion in my heart.
Please stop this pain from tearing me apart.
Why won't these feelings leave me the hell alone?
Beating me into the ground until I'm done and gone.

Persistent little devils whisper giggles in my ears.
They laugh and mock me, telling me all of my fears.
I try to engage in distractions, nothing ever seems to work.
I'm lost on a crossroad, oh god, why does this have to hurt.

I may not have it worse.
My problems may not seem or be as big as others...
But listen to this one thing; something I can't change...
Even if I wanted to.

I'm cursed.
I'm not sure how it happened.
Don't know which parent ****** up a witch's morning...
But I have a theory.

Once upon a time, I was a child.
As a child, something I've always wanted was a companion.
Yes, I wanted the ultimate friend (and sometimes foe) - A soul mate.
Though I didn't know where it came from at the time, I soon discovered more to that desire.
It started with my first friend.
He was such a charming guy, like a wolf with dog traits.
He was the first reason.
Soon, I discovered another guy, but with skin a pretty as snow and a voice as absent as a winter night's sound.
That was my second reason.
.
.
.
You know how this'll go.
I've come to realize that I wanted more than a soul mate. I wanted a lover...or a romantic soul mate...
But I've never received that one desire among many...


I'm not the boldest moth, nor am I the most secure ghost.
If I see a light, no matter how awe-inducing, I won't get closer unless I know I won't get stung...
I like to watch it from afar.
You know...feel it's smile warm me...
But I'd never get too close. It always ends badly...


How many times do I have to get stung before I find a light that won't sting me...?
Why can't I have a light that'll find me...?
Same goes for other moths I befriend...
.
.
.
I attempt to keep moths around, but no matter what I do...they leave as if I died.
They move, they disconnect, and they disappear...
...Oh wait, I'm a ghost moth.
.
. - Wait!
.
.
I never said I chose to be a moth...or a ghost. I never wanted this life...and I never asked to be cursed.

I've come to realize that I always end up alone, but I only ever hear that it's never my fault.

Some moths think I should just settle for the light from the stars...because I get that light without much effort...but do they not realize the damage of having to stretch my wings to reach a star...
.
.
Just to find out that they could care less about who you are...
.
.
Yeah, no.






But anyway, to end this...because I don't want you to get bored of little ole me, which you most likely are, cause no one would read my life...unless I keep continuing to destroy it.
.
.
.
I am cursed...and I have absolutely no ******* idea how or what I did or what I can do to stop it.

Give me two weeks to reboot
Promise I'll be okay
I hope I'm numb
Lose myself in apathy
Because I can't regret
What I can't feel.


I want to be numb
Big hearts and honesty die here
I want to play the game too
Because I bet I'd win if I lost myself
An exchange for an exchange
I bet this world won't be so gray
Once I have it my way.

Bee stings never feel sweet
To die to protect, what an unfortunate ending
So important, it's fragile little life
So feared, adored, but met with endless strife
Like an ant on the floor, left alone, like a chore
As a group, tortured wars, but important, although ignored
Then the moth, so restless, always flying so obsessed
Treated poorly, but has meaning, all of them with such a wish

Let them live,
Let them be,
Pollinate, we need three,
All are worthy,
We will see,
Let them be,
Let them free

Beautifully passionate as roses
Sweet and encouraging as ripened clementines
Warm and loyal as the sun
Whimsically protective as the crowns of the trees
Powerfully everlasting as the seas
Soothingly romantic as violets


Blinding as the truth
Sudden as the night
Mysterious as a storm

War drums with an ambition for love.

There are no walls,
No protection,
Built for tragedy,
Built to be hollow
Cometh the storm, blow down the doors,
But built, it is, to always reform,
Undying,
Immortal,
A heart so fragile,
A heart so committable,
What a sentence,
A misery,
Stuck in submission,
A life without serenity.

Gray
Not all bad, not all good,
A heart,
Built to forgive,
Built to love,
Built to empathize,
Built sturdy,
What a gift,
But built-in an environment that rejects it,
This is its sentence,
Too good for this world...
Sold to the forgotten,
A valuable pearl.

I didn't notice everything was falling
Until I hit the ground.
But, my, how exciting the rush I felt
When my world was coming down.
I pulled a wishbone from my pocket
to make a wish that might come true.
A realm of this feeling,
Sharing the winds tide to come and dance through.
How I utter the hope of energy
That gave me this ecstasy.
With my wish,
May this feeling make this realm no longer a fantasy.