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I had JOINED HP on may 26th 2024!
Now EVERY SINGLE “may 26th”

I will send out an ”Anniversary” (if you will)
Of when I first joined that INCLUDES the names of my TOP 3 poems or writings in THAT year!

So you can go check them out again! And we can remember each year with the growing change in each poem, as I grow as an author, poet, and writer!

Thanks y’all for reading this!
Post more soon!
Love, your writer—
-- OW
:)— PLEASE KEEP ME ON TOP OF THIS PROJECT—PLEASE REMIND ME!!!
I was born.
Everything was fine.
No complications.
No troubles.
But time grew long…
As I grew older.

Middle school came
So did the slaps on the shoulder,
The punches
The tripping
The cussing
The pain
The bleeding
The bruises
The swelling  
The shame

I didn’t stand up up myself
When I almost died
That very last day
In 7th grade.

Then an outlit appeared in 8 grade
Called .poetry”
Then I knew,
That I could tell
What I had experienced.
Now I share everything!
All poetry that Ive made,
It’s my new outlit—
A new-me re-born.

I can finally release
Everything that was so bottled up
While saying
“IVE HAD ENOUGH”

Writing became my life..
Look where I am now

I’m LITERALLY WRITING on HP
With over 100 VIEWERS
Who I HAVE found that want to help me
Who have boarded my boat
On the very bow
Had helped me rebuild my life
WHEN THOSE WHO HAD HURT ME
we’re STILL on the prowl

NOW
I have…
Over 550 POEMS
32 BOOKS
ALL different works IVE worked my ****
Off to make
To let of of
So people can SEE
Can HEAR
WHAT IVE BEEN-THROUGH
I Could HAVE DIED
that day
But poetry saved me

When no one else listened
YOU DID
Thank you
EVERYONE
As I continue
TO FIGHT

I’m CONSTANTLY
Struggling with chronic illnesses
Made up of trauma
And Mental and physical issues.

I STILL need support
Now..Im COULD NOT
Be happier to say..
I FOUND MY COMMUNITY
Welcome to…
MY HP PROFILE EVERYONE!
Thank you to my followers since day 1– WELCOME to anyone new- to my story, and MY work. Since i was LITTLE i would WRITE…it was NEVER good, NEVER poetry, NEVER “work” it just..existed..now..at the BEGINNING of middle school..it changed..8 GRADE took this onto this app..now Im here!
WELCOME!!!
I had grown
from the blood—
grown
from that pain,
grown from those
who left me behind that day.
Yet when I grew,
covered in blood, sweat, and tears,
I didn’t realize how tainted I was—
with new fears,
new unimaginable pain,
new illness,
all said to be “framed.”
I grew—
yet they left me broken,
with more blood
that keeps clotting up.
Now my future is clotting—
with that blood,
that regret,
that pain,
that shame
of not speaking up
when I could have—
of leaving myself
with this new pain.
Even though I can’t go back,
this growth
has left me
permanently
changed.
Any advice for a next poem!?
Tumbling down my windows.
Outside—
Hazy fog
Overtakes the
Giant oak tree.
I curl up there
In my beanbag,
Looking out,
Tears streaming down my face
As I realize
That the fog and dew are like me.
They hide the good things,
Except the fog and dew don't last forever—
But what I see and experience do.
The little cardinal
Who sits on my small windowsill
Has now vanished
Into the dense fog.
Their sweet sound,
The gentle “coo,” no longer prevalent,
Leaving only my own thoughts,
My own breath,
And tears.
The fog so thick,
My window
No longer acts as a mirror.
I have so many fears—
They all come true.
I still fight.
Though I can’t stop the fog,
I light up my room
And place scents around.
I clean the dew
That trembles down my window
While I try not to fear,
As things do get better.
While I'm getting help,
I still struggle.
Each day and night, I fight
My body and mind.
But I'm here,
Pushing through,
Finding things to hold on to,
And slowly wipe away—
Like the fog and morning dew
That consume my life,
Just like my health does too.
What do you think!? Any advice is welcome!
I can’t keep thinking
When my head
Keeps on spinning.
It’s all too dizzying.
The demons are lurking,
The shadows that creep,
The pain that climbs up
From my feet.
They greet me
With blood—
Their hollowed stare,
Knowing I can’t stop them,
'Cause even fighting for breath
Is fighting through
Metallic, smoke-filled air.
The chest pain
That illuminates
Like a firework
Through my lungs—
No pain I have ever
Been able to tame.
My heart working overtime,
With only a slow whistle
Or gurgle bubbling out.
I don’t understand—and never have—
What brought this about.
Each pain
That ignites
Like fire
Is a missile
In waves.
My body doesn’t feel
Like mine anymore.
My body is giving up trying,
No matter how much
I try to fight it
Or be brave.
I can’t fight this—
This everyday pain,
The everyday night terrors,
The everyday hallucinations.
Blame.
All the headaches,
All the tics,
All the “seizures”
With no fix.
All the
Fidgeting,
The loss—
The game of life
Is taking me down.
You say I'm “not hurting,”
You say “there’s no way.”
You say that I'm faking it
For attention.
But you’re not in my body.
You don’t see what I see,
You don’t hear what I hear,
Or notice from my POV.
It’s not fair—
The way you spread my words
With new twists
That never even came to exist,
Like a discounted fare.
I’m stuck in the mud,
Stuck in the swamp,
Fighting my body,
My brain,
My thoughts.
I’m fighting
It all—
But I'm stuck
Far beyond.
Trapped in the murk
That’s held me for
Years.
That’s why it feels like it’s
Dragged on for so long.
I’m getting help now…
But…
Will it ever work?
The pulling and pushing,
The tearing and screams,
The crying,
The pain
That never recedes.
I know I can fight,
I know I'm strong.
I just… am falling apart
In a new world—
New tornados
Keep coming unfurled.
I can’t make paragraphs all the sudden in HP!? Huh.. welp! Hope y’all like this poem anyways..it didn’t take very long as I was crying and let EVERYTHING let loose..that’s how ALL/MOST of my work is made. Thanks for the support so far y’all!
This is what i can only DESCRIBE as what I HEAR in the asylum..
….. this was a painful for me as it’s about bed time.. and it another night of HELL… (PLEASE SAVE ME)

Ear splitting
Shrieking
Gasping/ gulping for air
Engulfing
Echoing
Bloodcurdling
Pericing
Prettifying
Roaring
Howling
Anguished
Frantic
Strangled
Un-human
Ripping
Tearing
Throbbing
Jabbing
Ear splitting
Drowning
Whistling
All— I hear when I’m having a “hallucination night terror” all screams-gasps-fights for life.. from UN-human being locked in cells— (CHECK MY NEW POEM CALLED “The Asylum” for more context on what I ACTUALLY experience EACH night.)
Aug 19 · 56
NO CONTROL—TW
I tried to get help
I communicated I was hurting
MULTIPLE TIMES

I had EPISODES
Right in front of your face
That doctors have diagnosed
BECAUSE MY BODY AND BRAIN
IS ACTUALLY shutting down

These are the words—
on all the paper work,
I have found.

“Attention seeker”

LIKE I WANT TO LIVE WITH THIS CRAP  
Then Im told to say
“Im fine” at home
Because there tired of hearing me “complain”
Im done..
I’m so done with this crap

I’m about ready to let my body take over..
If my body WANTS
To have tics..
Let that happen
I WONT subdue the seizures
I WONT hide my face
I WONT DENY THE FACT IM NOT OKAY

UNTIL I get the help I NEED
So
Everyone
IVE GIVEN UP
“stopping/ trying—“
To “control”
My body
I will let MY BODY
if it wants that
Cause Ive lost all control
I can’t stop it anyways…

IM NOT
Hurting myself
I DONT
want to die

But Ive given up trying it be “okay”

When I’m ACTUALLY dying on
The outside and inside.

They can SAY whatever the HELL they want
Doctors can say they can’t “find anything”
But I can’t keep “going”
The PATH Im ON right now
To “take control of myself”

When I HAVE NO CONTROL ANYMORE.
Im exhausted..less than 2 hours of sleep a night, is A-LOT ions JUST to “hide” my ****** tics after ALL the comments that I get, seizures ever night..that TEAR through my stitches.. Im losing my body.. Im losing my Brain.. I have NO Control anymore.. Ive accepted—.reality.
—4 months— (and counting)

of a period that has NEVER stopped once..

—4 months—

Of Severe pain that feels like my organs are being ripped out,
While being stabbed with a knife— right through my stomach.

—4 months—

Of being ignored saying “this pill should work” OR “this shot should do the trick”

—4 months—

OF bleeding COMPLETELY through the LARGEST ****** physically made in 10 MINUTES.
(That includes bleeding through pants/shorts, pad, AND underwear)

—4 months—

Of heating packs that smell of wet paint and blood

—4 months—
Of MIDOL that (at it’s highest dose— has failed)

—4 months—
OF STRAIGHT HELL
US WOMEN ARE TOLD WERE DRAMATIC
I HIDE THIS ALL DAY—EVERY DAY
ALL NIGHT-EVERY NIGHT
IM TOLD TO THE **** IT UP
AND BE A WOMEN

This has been my life for 4 STRAIGHT months
This period is a NEW level of HELL
I was told women-hood was
“Hard”
It was “a little painful”
But they didn’t say it would be
THIS.

WELCOME..
To my HELL counter..
I am counting on 4 straight months of a FULL period
NEVER stopping under ALL meds and ways possible

Its 4 months and COUNTING

Welcome to my journey

When will
HELL…
Be over….
SOMEONE SAVE ME
Aug 18 · 56
When?- TW
When does the pain stop?
When will they know?
When will they realize?
They can’t cover up my pain—
“For show”  

I almost died.
I’m still dying,
STILL Now,
CONTINUED then.

Which was—
not-so-long-ago.

They said they could help—
But made it worse.

I’m being ignored,
Appointments are canceled,
Now I’m dying in my OWN blood,
Stuck in a body I didn’t ask for.
Drowning.
life right now—
Is a flood.

Seizures are constant,
Pain never ends.

I’ll never escape—

The hell,
My body and brain—

Has,
Trapped me in…

When.
Just. WHEN?
My body is trying to **** me..how do I keep pushing.. when I’m told lies..told to say “Im fine” while having seizures..and.. going blind.
In The Asylum
——-—————

The white-brick walls
Stained red
with thick, scarlet-colored
blood
I— covered in my own blood
and caked in thick mud.

Brown mud—dripping
Engulfing,  
Down my black-ripped shorts
Pooling into the metal chains

Is this some sort of game!?
I don’t remember my name
—or ANY names
I stand against the wall
Left hand gripping—
the thin-white mattress cot
With blood and dirt stains
surrounding the corners of the grey “pillow”
Oh gosh…what else have I forgot?

cold steel—on purple, swollen ankles
I try to walk,
But metal tangles.
Leaving my leg strangled.

my wrists- chained.
turning my hands blue,
Each step I take—
I think I'm losing it,
more too.
Thinking this is why I’m here,
I’m crazy —Im one to fear.  

My room—unlocked.
I roam the halls,
Ear shrieking screams,
Bounce—echoing throughout the walls.  
Blood drips down from the wall, and floor.
even leaving a trace—
On my own “room” door.

The demons roam the halls
Fussing around
Making unrecognizable calls
Blood drips slowly from the weapons
Leaving trails on the floor
No one dares to talk about
Or mention
Why the mumble
In their own language
As ****** weapons
Stay at their sides

I have no one here
—at least-
none that I recognize
With the thick skin
And blood
Seeping into the mix
of wood and concrete floors
Not even the best cleaner could ever
Get this fixed

Each board
creaks under each bellowing scream
Each hole in the ground
Like a little craven
or each trembling step in the damp
No way out..
I used to have a map
But now it’s ******, wet,—
and smudged.

The voices in the cages
Are screaming to run
But I don’t budge..
I try to move
But my body—
Refuses.
Like I’m paralyzed
….I’m TERRIFFED

NO windows.
NO way out.
No way out fight back,
The demons are roaming about.

Gunfire—thunder,
All shakes with no mention.
Like an earthquake,
The room.
The tension.

The smell of must, blood, tears, and smoke—
Fill my lungs, eyes and nose.
I gag. as I try to stumble further,
Down the dim hallway.
JUST hoping that it’s less potent.

Each breath
Is war
From my own body
A growling-gurgle for air
That never comes.

Suffocating
With no escape
I’m locked in here
They sealed my fate

I have lost all control
I don’t have
Hope anymore
I thought I had a chance
But all life gives out is “lasts”
I think mine is..next…

I stand—
The middle of the
Dim-light steep hallway
The shrieking growing louder
As minutes pass

The demons
Mocking-laughing-mumbling
Twisting each bloodied weapon
In there black nails
Blood pooling faster
Like the noise from the “others”

SUDDENLY  
silence
The rooms only sound
Is the sharp jagged breathing
my own thoughts
Like “I’m grieving—
my own room,”  
The blood flowing from every crevasse
Every person—
ever hole in the floor,
known to be in this asylum
Plus the light clanking of metal
against bone and flesh.

I look around
Wondering why they stopped
The lights flicker
The chains seem to be piercing DEEPER
into my flesh
They keep calling me
“Keeper”
Cause I am forced
to come back.  

Lesions forming
From rusted metal
Creating gashes
The sizes of small
Rivers
That carve
Like a woodworker
Deep into my veins

If I move— blood starts to boil
under the rusted metal chains
—pain illuminating
Like a new lightbulb
In a cave  

They stare
With red-hollow eyes
Like fire
Not having moved an inch
In what feels like an hour
I blink
I start to cramp  
Tears drip down
My bruised-swollen face
But I don’t move

A slow smile begins
Slipping into each face
One after the other
****** teeth and gums reveal
As more blood
slides down there face

They slowly turn
—Looking at each other
Muttering, something…
I can only imagine.

The shuffle back together
Like soldiers taking orders
With one.
slow…deliberate…nod.
Weapons unveil their full selves
Crimson blood now pouring out of the floor, ceiling, walls,
Them, me– with cuts I NEVER knew existed.
SO. MUCH. BLOOD
it starts to flood the asylum
I run
BAD. MISTAKE.
They sprint after me
Weapons drawn
Blood to ankles now

Tumbling through corners
Like playing hide and seek tag
Jumping over rotting cots
Along with dead-open corpses
I can ONLY recognize
As my family

I sprint around sharp turns
Recognizing only the faces of the bodies
My mom..
My dad..
My brother..
My grandparents..
My uncles..aunts,..cousins..
They KNOW
They want  .ME. next
now—I’m pretty sure it is too late…

I still bolt down corridors
Prettified screaming
Enveloping each
Turn
Blood bleeding up to my knees
It’s like I’m trying to run a marathon
Through thick mud
After a rain storm

Soon— a dead end
I turn around
Gasping
At the building-bursting pressure
Lighting inside my ribs and chest like fireworks

Head pounding so loud
I debate if they can hear my thoughts
A glint of a knife rounds the corner,
All three
Dash to surround me
Knowing there’s NO. WAY. OUT.

I shutter for breath
As weapons are pressed against my kneck
With them shrieking knowing they have me
I slump to the ground
Knife plunging into my kneck
A little farther
now Blood tricking down

I soon realize
My hand is caught underneath me
The cracked and rotten frame
Im bending it  
I slowly inch my hand around the slivering gap
While I keep eye contact
With the hollow men
the boards are stuck together
With my last strength left
I shuffle to a stand
Knowing—that they know I can’t go back..
But I have found a way…
I tear The boards
I— go with it,
Crashing into the ground below
They stare down at me
Mouth—Agape
Then slam down to join me

I crawl to the blooded wall
That now covers
My upper chest
Even though
I’m doused in blood
The weapons pierce into my kneck,
My chest, and my head

I blink
Trying to clear
The blurry—thick
Crimson from my eyes
They speak to me
“Your not loved”
“Your useless”
“Your our toy”
“Your not alive”
“Your not human— so come join us”
“Your too much”
“Your too childish”
“Your to immature”
“Your an idiot”
they blabber
As I pain ignites deeper
Through each wound

They laugh
Then squabble together  
“COME SEE US AGAIN.
—WE WILL BE WAITING.
YOUR CONTROLLED NOW.
all lights known to the universe puncture
Through me as pain erupted like a volcano through my chest,heart, and head.


I WAKE UP
Sooo…I had MANY, WHEN I SAY MANY..I MEAN MANY seizures today..severe pain etc.. I AM NOT doing the grammar right now..it’s 11 PM, i feel like Ive been struck by lightning.. but this needed to be done.. I STILL need to TRY to function.. BUT OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 😭🤢😵‍💫🤕
(THIS took ALOT of energy, time, and strength out of me over the last month and a half..writing this made me cry..made me have PTSD attacks and panic attacks BEYOND normal..I’d APPRECIATE an feedback BESIDES grammar rn… thanks 😥😑☺️)
Aug 10 · 72
Your wrong-a poem.
You know it's not worth it
I just keep on hurting
My body's tumbling
My hands be fumbling
Never stopping running
Pain
Shame
Fighting through it
Thinking My brains to blame
My body ain't ever been tamed
You know I'm drinking all of my thoughts
Keeping it
So bottled up
I know I'm not tough
And this is rough
But how do I keep pushing on
When all I've been doing
is collapsing
And you think I want this
Well
–YOUR WRONG
Will do Grammer later :)
Aug 9 · 373
Tough- a poem- TW.
Tough
A poem.
—————

I can’t deal with anyone’s crap.
I got to much blood and boulders,
On my back.

Fighting back the past,
Never been able to relax.

I don’t know if anyone can tell,
—Or if anyone cares,
But I'm about to crack.

they creep up,
Bruises cover much.

Random hallucinations—
Severe pain.

No one's understanding,
—or listening.

My brain is in such a bad headache,
I feel like my insides are blistering.

Fidgeting.
Numbness.
Pain.
Fainting.

Brain making—
Random movements.
All a loss of control.

Appointments got canceled,
“WHY!!!— HOW MANY MORE!?”

When does someone call it-
“Enough!?”
  
I’m NOT….THIS tough.
Am I enough, am I REALLY tough!? If I can’t even take care of myself.. and the doctors CANT keep appointments…how do I function on my own..how do I ask for help when Im told to say “Im fine” or “you need to stop” 😭😰
Hello all,
I’m back :)
Im still really struggling— I loved vacation,
But as always things went wrong, but I did have time to work on a bunch of poems in my free time, they’ll arrive on here soon.

please be patient as I work through my health, my work, and trying to also balance family time.
I have a new poem i am ESPECIALLY excited for, but I won’t reveal yet..
thanks for supporting me so far, Im keeping you all waiting— so I apologize.
Love- Olivia :)
(Shout out to my cousin Abby HELLO,, :)..  Who has helped me —NOT ONLY, work through writers block on vacation, BUT also is a new follower/supporter). (Love you Abby!!!)
Thursday-July 3rd- 2:53-passed away-

I'll always love you--
even though your gone,
I love you to infinity and beyond.
🐕🐶❤️😢
Good afternoon, fellow poets.
I have updates on my new story- “The Sea Blazer”

1st story release- end of July.
2nd story release- end of August.
3rd-and final story release- end of September.

1st story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of Night Jaw.”

2nd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the battle of the gods.”

3rd story is called….
“The Sea Blazer and the secret of Treasure Cove.”

That’s all for the update! Thanks y’all for your support!
-Olivia :)
Jul 2 · 176
Choices to make
Hit the breaks, no room for mistakes,
feeling like the world's about to quake.
Caught between the choices I've made,
lost in stormy weather on an abandoned lake.

No directions— no clear route to take,
so many choices — afraid which to make.
This literally took my 30 minutes to make…… i am so exhausted today…
Jul 1 · 137
Who I Blame
I am igniting fire--flame.
You tried to test me,
Causing pain.
It is you--who I blame
Based off of "That" day
Hello all poets-writers-readers-etc!!

I have been working on my new short story- “The
Sea Blazer”
I have edited it a lot- created chapters etc.. I WILL be deleting the old story. ADDING ONLY the NEW intro and working to keep up with updates on when the official story is out!
Thanks y’all for supporting me so far—keep checking in for updates-
Love y’all-
Olivia :)
IM SOOOOO EXCITED!!!! 😆
“Sea Blazer”
——————-
They say the sea sinks whoever crosses the waters. But the Sea Blazer? Too bright—too strong—too loved—to sink.
A ship of courage born from the heart of the sea. Not even cannons can sink the Sea Blazer.
Even so—we haven’t seen the Night Jaw in a year. We still keep a lookout as we know there’s always lurking in the night. Wake swears he saw its black sail in the fog last moon. Zen says the Night Jaw isn’t a ship. It’s a “grave with teeth.”
If it ever catches us… the Sea Blazer is strong enough—WE are strong enough.
Sea salt runs in my veins—
From every scar,
Every ****,
Etched into my skin
Like pencil to paper
On a map.
They left me on the docks. Blood dripping from gashes in my body, a broken compass in my hand—rusted, worn from years of use.
The sea took me in—not kindly—but I keep fighting to be free.
I don’t sail the seas alone. Seventeen crewmates call the Sea Blazer home. Each one knows the rhythm of the waves, the boards of the ship, the soul of the sails, and the path of each shore—by heart.
Each one—family. Broken, battered, but loved.
As their captain, I treat them with the respect of sons and daughters. We all have one mission—to find the Night Jaw, **** its crew, and retrieve the Blaze Stone from the Night Jaw’s crew.
The Sea Blazer doesn’t look for treasure, doesn’t sail to ****; it’s after completing this mission. The Blaze Stone—I was attacked in my hometown, left to die by the docks—still with my compass. But they stole the Blaze Stone from my locket and sailed away after torturing my friends—now my crew.
The gem holds the power to control all bodies of water, including the “Ember Sea,” the sea attached to my home. Without the gem, those who travel, live, and enjoy the seas are not safe from the waves, tide, and whirlpools.
Night Jaw’s crew controls the Blaze Stone, raining havoc on all seas—making it impossible to sail, get resources, or live life without fear of flooding from the sea.
To get the Blaze Stone, we need to **** the captors and crew of Night Jaw, retrieve the gem’s orders to protect the seas, and get revenge for the pain of me and my friends.
THIS is OUR mission aboard the Sea Blazer.
On board to complete this mission and secure our waters is…—
Rynn — First Mate
Mack — Anchor Mate
June — Navigator
James — Helmsman
Acker — Gunner
Fate — Lookout
Penny — Quartermaster
Steven — Carpenter
Ollie — Gunner’s Mate
Ivy — Sailmaster
Trick — Ship’s Jester
Calvin — Medic
Veronica — Secret Keeper
Hannah — Deckhand
Wake — Quarterdeck Guard
Quinn — Sail Rigger
Zen — Ship’s Ghost / Survivalist
Olivia (me) — Captain
The ship—A loyal sailor of the seas.
Wooden boards rest solid under our thick leather boots, worn by storms, sweat, and our blood.
Red-orange-yellow sails flail in the soft wind, like flames licking the teal sky.
Each creak—a whispered warning. Broken promises that echo through the worn wood, painful reminders that hum beneath our sturdy, solid deck.
It’s a blazing day to be on the Sea Blazer—to run this ship till my last breath.
My hands—scarred, blistered, pale—but steady—hold the wheel like my life depends on it.
—END OF INTRO— MORE COMING SOON!!!—
WELCOME ABOARD THE “SEA BLAZER”
Your scars,
Deep rivers,
Etched with veins and blood.

Your storm,
A raging fire on your ship,
Screams hidden
Beneath the fiery roar.

It's YOUR fire,
A smoldering core
Of you—
Born from your heart,
Soul,
Experiences,
People you meet.

It's your flame,
A fierce flame,
Licking at your weaknesses,
Boarding your ship
And burning it—
Not giving up the fight.

You're not broken,
Only shaped by your fire—
So is your boat.

You're reborn,
Shaped like molten metal
Through your wildest flame.

Your story is never "soft"—
It's your sword,
Carved from
New-found courage,
Love,
Hate, and strength
After each rebuild.

We all break,
But then we bloom,
Like dandelions
Bursting through
Cracked concrete—
They stay alive no matter
How many times they get crushed.

You can rise
From blood—
The crimson ink
Is now your story.
You shed
It all
As your power
Of writing.

The sky will
Turn blue,
Washing away
Raging waves
Who roar
Like the largest lion.

Cotton ball clouds
Will patch your wounds,
Gently soothing
Your battered heart—
Shattered boat.

We'll all come together,
Helping to build
Your sails back up,
From frayed, worn threads,
Repairing the wooden boards
With boards
Like bones,
Holding strength inside.

Your storm is beautiful,
Just like you.

It's your storm—
We'll be here --always--
To help you fight through.
Poems DON’T bloom—
They rupture.
They ignite,
Like a fire in your soul,
Waiting to explode,
Like gasoline in a burning room.

Poems
Are those
Who land deeper than the largest crevasse—
Those that leave you glaring,
Wide—unblinking eyes.

Waiting for the next punch
To your heart,
Like music crashing into your body
When you have the volume too loud.

Poems are meant to claw,
To rip,
Open your ribcage,
To smear
Your blood—pain—EVERYTHING
In front of you,
To show you it’s okay
For ALL to exist;
To trick
Your heart
To love,
Hate,
To turn fear
Into fate.

There are supposed to drip blood
In words that were NEVER meant to be said.

Every line,
Something I couldn’t bellow,
So I sharpened
My words like a knife,
Till my words bled
Blood—
I could never give back.

I LIVE for blood,
I LIVE for pain.
I LIVE for the world to not
Care
What it’s left for me,
What the world’s done to let me decay.

Each verse of silence,
Each verse of pain,
Each verse of anger,
Of shame,
Or hate,
Of love,
IS YEARS
OF SWALLOWING
MY OWN BLOOD.

YEARS.
OF HATING MYSELF.
YEARS.
OF NOT TRUSTING ANYONE
Who said…
“I’m here,”
“I’ll listen,”
“I’ll help.”

LET THAT BURN.

YEARS.
OF PAIN.
YEARS.
OF SHAME,
FOR WHAT THEY DID,
FOR HOW THE WORLD
TAUGHT ME WRONG.

You call my poems BRAVE!?
…THEIR SURVIVAL.
THEIR BLOOD.
I WAS NEVER
ABLE TO PUT BACK
IN MY BODY.

Poems are my baggage;
Each weighs—
A ton.

What is a poem?
A POEM?
It’s the moment before you scream,
When you realize you can’t say
What’s digging into your mind.
It’s rhyming stanzas
Disguised as hatred.
It’s love
Dressed as rhythm.
It’s pain
Hidden
As syllables,
Each word—my teeth.

Poems are MEANT
To be messy,
MEANT
To be ugly,
MEANT
TO LIVE—

Even when others
Think they shouldn’t have ever
Lived that long,
When you’re told to leave it in your head.

You want a Poem?
SIT in my blood.
I’LL sit in yours.
I’ll comfort you,
If you do the same.
I’ll be there in your brightness,
And in your darkness,
With the faint glow of the candle
To illuminate
Your shattered
Ship.

Writing is a freedom;
It’s everything
Anyone could need.

A poem doesn’t need to be perfect—
…just…let it be you.

THAT’S what a poem is MEANT
To do.
I finally got this out of me…i feel…free…
Jun 28 · 108
Day Turns To Night
Day turns to night
The faint yellow glow
of the streetlamp
Illuminates the-now deserted
Roadway

A quiet hum of birds
Are the only thing filling
The silenced city

The sun now sinks low
Dusk to midnight
All goes mute
The flicker of
house lights
Are only visible
In the soft mist

all goes to sleep
In bed- without a peep

Day to night
Dusk to midnight
Midnight to day
The cycle continues
Waiting to repeat
Another day
Free write :) -- no Grammer fixes for now
I tried to follow the map,
It was a trap.
It soon vanished,
I have a clue.

If it’s who I think it is.
They’re coming back soon.  

Each winding turn,
Every breath burned.
Each demon,

The blood,
Visions.
All flooding.
My brain.

Each turn.
A major mistake.
I wish I could fix,
My head.
I can’t even go to bed.

The hallucinations,
Each time.
My brain is tricking me,
I know it’s true.

How long can I last?
Before I collapse?

There after me,
All day,
Every day,
Im never free.

Struggling-
They silence me,
With words.
Claiming Im trouble,
Claiming I’ll never be enough,
Claiming Im not tough enough.

They stole me map,
A bit ago,
Like a had suspected before.
Im losing my way,
The path,
No longer paved.
The road signs,
Lost in mist.
They programmed,
In place.
Like they ceased to exist.

For now— to stay alive,
I obey.
If I don’t,
They’ll surely come back,
Another day,  
To make sure I decay.
Jun 27 · 130
Stay Strong
Sad-sunken eyes,
Large tumor,
Growing fast.
Who knows?
How long he has.

Bulges and bumps,
Along his body.
Cant even sit,
Or stand properly.

I love you Toby,
To infinity and beyond.
You probably only have,
around a week left.
But still—
Stay strong.
I love you Toby— you didn’t even get out of bed today..you only ate twice..only went to the bathroom a couple times… I know your hurting.. I just hope you don’t…pass away…while Im going to camp… I love u…
Jun 27 · 117
Afloat
Hope washes in—
On my new boat.

Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.

Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.
Who knows when I’ll sink again..it’s just a matter of time, before the ship goes down, and I go with it…
Jun 27 · 197
Numb- TW
This spiral im in,
Each wave that comes,
I just need to wait
For the meds—
To make me numb.
Just the waiting game…not ever sure if these meds even work….
Blood is red,
Roses are dying,
Everything hurts.

Pain amping up,
So now—
I’m sitting here,
Crying.
Acid reflux, period cramps, and IBS— mixed together, take a toll on my body. I just never let it show around others.
So many wounds— open scars,
Why didn’t I stand up for myself?
—have them put behind bars?
Based off of the middle school incidents— relating to “that” day
Jun 26 · 96
Never surrender
I'll never surrender,
Not a pretender,
Just a fighter.

Not chasing demons,
They chase me.
I'll keep on fighting.

Day or night,
I fight.
Jun 26 · 76
No Maps
Give me
The step-by-step;
I am losing it.
Roads a blur,
Lanes pitch black.
I chase each road,
Not ever sure
Where it’ll go.

Reaching an end
With trembling hands,
Who knows where
Life will let me land?
The signs
I knew
Now fading within mist.

Do my dreams even exist?
My compass won’t spin.
I need a change in steps.
My life is still running
On no maps.
just free flow writing :)
-ender rhyme:
Surrender, tender, blender, defender, pretender, sender, lender, mender, offender, contender, fender, spender, ender, extender, gender, render, recommender, suspender, transponder, vendor, slender, ******, co-defender.

-at rhyme:
Cat, hat, bat, rat, sat, flat, mat, that, chat, pat, spat, gnat, brat, fat, splat, combat, format, acrobat, diplomat.

-eep rhyme:
Deep, sleep, keep, creep, beep, leap, peep, steep, weep, sheep, cheap, sweep, reap, heap, jeep, asleep, upkeep, oversleep.

-ake rhyme:
Lake, make, take, fake, bake, wake, snake, break, stake, quake, ache, cake, shake, remake, mistake, heartbreak, forsake.

-ight rhyme:
Light, night, sight, might, tight, right, flight, bright, height, kite, write, bite, delight, insight, excite, ignite, recite, rewrite, polite.

-ell rhyme:
Bell, well, tell, fell, sell, smell, shell, spell, yell, dwell, excel, compel, repel, dispel, cartel, farewell.

-own rhyme:
Down, crown, town, frown, brown, gown, noun, clown, renown, drown, shakedown, breakdown, showdown.

-ore rhyme:
More, store, floor, core, door, sore, lore, before, explore, restore, implore, adore, encore, galore, offshore.

-ay rhyme:
Day, say, way, may, play, stay, gray, spray, clay, bay, delay, display, obey, okay, array, hooray, stray, dismay.

-ing rhyme:
Sing, bring, ring, king, wing, thing, string, swing, cling, fling, bling, spring, zing, everything, anything, nothing.

-and rhyme:
Hand, sand, land, band, stand, grand, brand, expand, command, understand, reprimand, demand.

-eed rhyme:
Need, feed, seed, greed, speed, read, lead, deed, bleed, proceed, succeed, agreed, mislead, indeed.

-ime rhyme:
Time, rhyme, crime, prime, climb, chime, dime, slime, sublime, overtime, meantime.

-ear rhyme:
Dear, near, clear, fear, tear, year, cheer, appear, revere, sincere, pioneer, interfere.

-own rhyme:
Crown, town, down, brown, frown, gown, noun, clown, renown, drown, pronoun.

-air rhyme:
Fair, care, dare, share, bear, wear, stair, pair, glare, rare, spare, repair, aware, declare, affair.

-ide rhyme:
Ride, side, tide, wide, pride, glide, hide, slide, inside, outside, collide, divide, abide.

-ool rhyme:
Cool, pool, school, rule, tool, stool, fuel, jewel, drool, ghoul, fool, duel.

-ite rhyme:
Fight, light, right, tight, night, sight, flight, might, white, kite, rewrite, delight.

-all rhyme:
Ball, call, fall, hall, mall, tall, wall, stall, small, install, recall.

-ock rhyme:
Rock, sock, clock, block, knock, mock, shock, dock, flock, unlock, stock.

-ay rhyme (continued):
Fray, delay, relay, essay, repay, midway, subway, ballet, buffet, okay, hooray.

-ush rhyme:
Rush, hush, crush, blush, flush, brush, plush, slush, thrush, gush.

-an rhyme:
Man, pan, fan, tan, plan, scan, clan, began, ran, can, van, span, woman.

-ent rhyme:
Sent, bent, rent, tent, meant, spent, invent, relent, ascent, dissent, percent.

-old rhyme:
Cold, bold, hold, gold, fold, mold, told, sold, rolled, behold, uncontrolled.

ain rhyme:
Rain, pain, gain, train, brain, main, chain, plain, strain, remain, explain, domain, refrain, sustain, complain, attain.

-uck rhyme:
Luck, stuck, truck, duck, muck, pluck, yuck, cluck, struck, tuck, shuck, ****, conduct, construct.

-ash rhyme:
Cash, dash, flash, trash, clash, rash, smash, splash, ****, stash, backlash, rehash.

-ent rhyme:
Lent, bent, sent, rent, tent, meant, spent, cement, relent, event, prevent, dissent.

-est rhyme:
Best, rest, test, nest, west, chest, guest, quest, invest, suggest, attest, contest.

-ick rhyme:
Stick, pick, kick, lick, quick, thick, brick, slick, trick, chick, click, flick, mystic, arithmetic.

-ame rhyme:
Name, game, same, flame, fame, shame, blame, frame, claim, exclaim, became, inflame.

-oon rhyme:
Moon, spoon, soon, tune, balloon, cartoon, cocoon, raccoon, monsoon, harpoon.

-ump rhyme:
Jump, bump, lump, pump, stump, dump, clump, thump, trump, jumpstart.

-ite rhyme (new words):
Bite, site, spite, excite, contrite, incite, unite, invite, finite, rewrite, oversight.

-ean rhyme:
Mean, bean, clean, lean, teen, queen, keen, green, screen, unseen, machine, routine, serene.

-oy rhyme:
Boy, toy, joy, coy, ploy, employ, destroy, enjoy, decoy, alloy.

-ob rhyme:
Job, sob, blob, rob, mob, fob, throb, ****, snob, hobnob.

-ug rhyme:
Bug, rug, hug, mug, tug, snug, plug, drug, shrug, unplug, smug.

-edge rhyme:
Hedge, edge, wedge, dredge, pledge, allege, fledge, knowledge (slant rhyme), sledge.

-ear rhyme (new batch):
Year, ear, clear, spear, sear, smear, appear, engineer, frontier, revere, volunteer.

-ap rhyme:
Map, nap, cap, gap, tap, sap, clap, trap, lap, slap, wrap, mishap.

-ow rhyme:
Now, how, cow, brow, plow, vow, allow, somehow, endow, avow, disallow.

-ean rhyme (continued):
Scene, marine, cuisine, caffeine, vaccine, obscene, unseen, intervene, tambourine.
You can’t just say that…
It’s not how it works.

I am speaking my,
Pain out loud.
So I can get the help I need,
So someone can lead—
Me down the right path.

This is how you talk though.
When I needed help,
All your lies,
“Its a disguise”
“You just want attention”
NO ITS NOT!
It’s REAL!
it HAPPENS!
I’m HURTING!
PLEASE LISTEN!!!

And DONT say these things..
This is what I’ve been told.
DONT make these mistakes,
When someone shares,
The pain,
That life has caused to unfold.
WHY!!! People say these things to people including me not realizing the affect it has in the future….goodness…… it makes me SO mad….
Jun 24 · 72
New Me
I meet a new part of myself
Everyday

I meet a bigger heart
Taking care of those
Even when we’re apart

A smarter brain—
A stronger mind
Who I gain ability’s to tame
Throughout experiences

More powerful body
I grow stronger
To become a new
“Somebody”

Each day
I meet a new part of me
It grows beyond
My own imagination

Sprouting seeds
I learn to take care
of my own needs
I’m starting to finally form
A new me

To wrestle the storm
That used to take control
Over my body
Mind
Heart
And soul
Just another free write— with no grammar edits for my own convenience!  :)

(Tbh…Im probably going to edit my grammar tmrw)
Jun 24 · 73
My Very Best
Long nights
roads are steep
I still fight
Even when I sleep

Even though pain hurts and I groan
I keep fighting
Never standing alone

I keep falling
But I still stand
No matter how rocky things get
On any type of land

Any type of hope
In any place
I still try to keep
A smile on my face

No matter how tough the trail gets
I still try
My very best
Jun 23 · 141
You’re a Star
Waking up,
Is your freedom.
Waking up.
Is your heart.
Waking up,
Is your life.
Keep fighting—
No matter what.
Cause your a star.
Jun 23 · 151
At A Time
One breath,
At a time.
One memory,
At a time.
One word,
At a time.
That all I need—
To keep going.
I just need to try,
For one at a time.
Till I can love myself,
Not leaving myself behind.
Jun 23 · 212
No Matter the Fate
One petal left—
But the rose doesn’t cry.
On petal left—
Yet the rose still try’s.
One petal left—
But color still radiates.
Hope is what powers,
The rose,  
No matter the fate.
Jun 23 · 61
The Boat
The boat
It stays true
—Stays afloat

The long wooden frame
Not daring to break
Not afraid
—completely tame

Neat sails
Holding strong
Soft-velvet
No sign of betrayal

The boat holds many
But keeps to its word
To protect all who boards
No matter where they come from

The boat pushes through any storm
Sings all the songs
This new boat
Free from its dock
Staying strong

A symbol of hope
Is
The
Boat
Jun 23 · 99
Summer Day
The sun bleeds through
The vein-filled leaves.
The wind picks up—
A soft-loving breeze.

The wind knows
And brushes my hair away,

So I can gaze
At the soft
Flowers in the deep,
Crevassed valley

On this bright summer day.
Jun 23 · 55
Bottled up-TW
Bottled up feelings  
In the ocean tide
A little bottle
Riding the oceans
Falls and rises
It’s motions—
Rapid and fierce
Like a lion on the loose
The wave makes moves
Prieces like a knife
In the raging waves
Bottled up inside my Brain
Is all there hang onto everything that hurts
Till the waves knock me out
And I collapseright-then-and-there
Everything is all bottled up
Forever and always
Stuck in that little glass bottle
Stuck in those waves
I'll always be stuck
Left to decay--
In my own world
When I was betrayed
To: my younger self.
From: 2025 self.
…………………….
Stay strong
People will try to hurt you

DON’T stop reporting them
They NEED to learn there lesson
DON’T go to picture day
They WILL take advantage of you

Love yourself
NO MATTER WHAT

Trust your parents
They will ALWAYS be there for you

DONT EVER take no for an answer

DONT believe the “security camera” lie

KEEP writing
And NEVER stop
(You’ll be famous 1 day)

Speak up about your health issues
(You’ll finally get the help you need
EARLIER ON!!!)

Be a child for AS LONG AS POSSIBLE
you WILL lose that eventually

KEEP listening to music
It WILL be your free time
AND your way out of bad situations

DONT listen to
The principal and counselor there
They lie and are hurting you
Even IF you can’t notice in now

be WHOEVER you want to be
DONT let anyone stop you

Smile as much as you WANT to
you don’t need to pretend

Love the color yellow
It will become the color
And symbol of freedom

Come “out” in the pride community
DONT hide it!!!

Speak up when you talk
Let people hear you

Take self care days
You deserve it :).

Lose your friends
(Except for Steph)
They ALL will side with the “others”
And hurt you on “THAT day”

Feel free to cry
Letting it all out
Won’t hurt you

Go outside more
You will LOVE it

Spend more time with Toby
He WONT have long left

BE YOURSELF
LOVE YOURSELF
YOU GOT THIS
YOU ARE STRONG
YOU ARE LOVED
YOU ARE AWESOME
YOU ARE PERFECT—
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE. :)
There will be no grammar fixes— I am just free writing, cause I’m extremely exhausted.    :)
IM DONE
—————-
I’m tired to trusting people,
Who never ran the mile.
Trusting someone,
I had known was sketchy,
Has never been worthwhile.

Im tired,
Of giving someone something,
For them to never return it back.
I’m tired of them walking all over me,
Like a door mat.

I’m tired of people,
taking advantage of my kindness,
And using it to turn me,
Against the people I love.

I’m tired— SICK AND TIRED,
OF THEM RUINING MY LIFE.
I AM STRONGER THAN THAT.
IM CHANGING,
SO I CAN BE HAPPY,
AGAIN.

All those times,
You ran over my kindness.

All those times,
You took advantage of the chances.
I gave.

All those times,
you said you were there for me,
But then YOU LEFT.

YOU LEFT—when I needed you.

YOU LEFT—hurting me more.

All of your lying…
IM DONE!
IM FINALLY—
DONE!
Jun 22 · 148
Sun
Sun
The suns first color is yellow.
Her favorite for sure.
She has others though.
A collection of more.
Oranges bleed to pinks,
Purples seep into red.

Dawn and dusk.
Her best times of day.
No matter the weather,
She always comes back,
She always try’s to stay.
When the sun comes out,
All worry’s wash away,
And brightness,
Fills,
The—once,
Cloudy day.
An older poem!!! (I found my old poem book from 5 years ago!!!).   :)
Jun 21 · 102
The Room
White brick,
Metal chains.
Locked In,
So afraid.

Metal clinking,
against concrete.
No escape.
Locked in,
It’s fate.

A small cot,
Made of wood.
In the corner,
White concrete floor,
I shuffle my feet,
Towards the door.

I gave up screaming,
long ago.
I gave up because—
No one could hear me,
Yell.
So now I sink low—
To the concrete,
And look out,
But all I see,
Is more white walls,
So know I doubt myself.

The metal chain,
Weighing me down,
Like a brick.

A chain of—
Regret.
Shame.
Pain.
Sadness.
Fear.
Anxiety.
Anger.

I’m stuck in this,
walled concrete cell.
With thick metal-
Bars
Metal chains,
Weighing me down,
Forming deep scars.
From those already there.

This room,
I’m trapped.
It has always lasted,
I’m stuck here,
Always tested.

I hope one day.
I’ll break the chains.
But Im still stuck,
Attached to this wall,
In this cage,
In this room,
Debating if I can ever change.
Jun 21 · 70
They warned me
They warned me,
Life was unforgivable.

They warned me,
Life hurts.

They warned me,
I shouldn’t expect perfection.

They warned me,
I have to be stronger,
Than others actions or words.

They warned,
and warned me some more,
Everyday.
THAT day i decayed,
In silence.

I NEVER expected,
the world could hurt,
As much as I was told.
Those warnings,
Are so much more.
My limits were tested,
Far out of the shore.  

It’s most Important to head,
Warnings when they come.
Now Im on the run,
From life’s worst nightmares,
That send boulders,
tumbling down my path.

Im forever lost in regret,
Low self esteem,
Health conditions,
cluelessness,
Mixed with dreams.

I hope one day,
I’ll be someone great,
But Im lost for-now.

Even though,
They warned me,
Life would hurt.

I didn’t follow,
What they warned me.
Begin with a question no one wants answered.
Write as if gravity stopped working for one day.
Describe a home you’ve never lived in but still miss.
Begin in the middle of an argument and don’t explain it.
Write from the perspective of a falling star.
Describe love using only mechanical imagery.
Begin with the line “Everyone disappeared at once.”
Imagine you are the last memory someone will ever have.
Write a poem using only instructions (e.g., “step one…”).
Describe what lives between seconds.
Write as if the earth is writing a diary.
Imagine the scent of grief and describe it.
Begin with “This is the part I never talk about…”
Write from the perspective of something melting.
Describe what hides in silence.
Imagine you woke up in someone else’s past.
Write about a map with no destination.
Begin with a riddle and unravel it as a poem.
Write a poem as if your body could talk.
Describe a fear that grows roots.
Write as if you're trapped in a moment forever.
Begin with a sound that doesn’t exist.
Write about a name you’ve forgotten but feel deeply.
Describe betrayal without using words of anger.
Imagine your dreams were someone else’s reality.
Write from the perspective of a message in a bottle.
Begin with “They warned me, but…”
Describe what remains after joy leaves.
Imagine your voice got lost — where did it go?
Write a poem about the space between letters.
Describe a day that repeats endlessly.
Write as if you’re becoming someone else mid-sentence.
Begin with an echo that won't stop.
Describe the sound of forgetting.
Write from the point of view of a shadow left behind.
Imagine a clock that runs on emotion instead of time.
Begin with “The sky cracked open…”
Write about a song that only you can hear.
Describe a truth you found by accident.
Write a poem as if the seasons refused to change.
Imagine color could bleed — what would it stain?
Begin with “I borrowed this from a stranger…”
Write from the perspective of the wind carrying news.
Describe the weight of silence between two people.
Write a poem in the form of a confession to nature.
Imagine a street that leads to nowhere — and stays there.
Begin with a warning etched in glass.
Describe a memory that never belonged to you.
Write about an emotion that escaped its name.
Begin with “This place doesn’t forgive easily…”
Describe a sky that reflects your regrets.
Imagine your breath could leave messages.
Write a poem about a scar that speaks.
Begin with a lullaby that disturbs instead of comforts.
Write from the perspective of the first lie ever told.
Describe a garden that grows only at night.
Imagine snow that burns instead of cools.
Begin with “The truth wore a disguise…”
Write about a language made only of touch.
Describe a poem that writes itself when you sleep.
Write as if light were a person chasing you.
Begin in the middle of someone else’s dream.
Write about something that disappears when named.
Imagine you can hear the thoughts of objects.
Begin with a knock that comes from inside you.
Write from the voice of something artificial discovering beauty.
Describe a season that doesn’t exist.
Imagine you're made of glass — what cracks first?
Begin with “It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”
Write a poem shaped like a question mark — metaphorically.
Describe an echo that lies.
Write as if you’re searching for a missing feeling.
Begin with the sentence “I never saw their face.”
Describe the morning after everything changed.
Write from the perspective of a candle remembering fire.
Imagine a world where people wear their memories.
Begin with the words “Some things refuse to be buried…”
Describe grief as if it were a house.
Write as if a storm wrote you a letter.
Imagine your spine holds stories — tell one.
Begin with a whisper no one hears but you.
Write about a promise that changed shape.
Describe joy as a place you can visit.
Imagine your name was a password to another life.
Write from the perspective of forgotten laughter.
Begin with a voice that doesn’t match the speaker.
Write a poem that feels like an unfinished sentence.
Describe the last word spoken by a dying star.
Imagine time collapses into one single second — describe it.
Write a poem about the smell of memory.
Begin with “I waited too long to…”
Write from the perspective of a heartbeat outside the body.
Describe a moment that never began but still ended.
Imagine you can only speak in colors — write the conversation.
Write a poem where gravity slowly fades away.
Begin with the phrase “This is where I disappear.”
Describe a thunderstorm as a character.
Write as if each word is a footstep away from truth.
Imagine a poem told through broken mirrors.
Begin with “I met myself yesterday…”
ALSO FROM CHATGPT!!! BUT YALL LOVED THE LAST ONES, SO I THOUGHT ID GO FOR SOME MORE!!  :)
Jun 20 · 122
Sleep goes
I fight the nightmares,
Each night.
Sleep comes and goes,
Like a streetlight.

Writing is my true escape,
Once a lightbulb goes off,
I chase these thoughts in my head,
When I can't seem,
to go to bed.

Late nights,
Faint yellow glow,
Of my nightlight,
On my little wooden table.  
Soft Grey pj's,
Seeming to sink,
In my weight.
All these thoughts,
They link,
Making these poems,
Late at night,
I have no fright.

For--
Once I write,
I feel free.
Finally light enough,
To breath.

Finally free enough,
To fly.
Not scared.
Not anxious.
Not sad.
Not mad.
All things let loose.

the faint glow,
Turns dark.
The noise,
Slows.
And sleep comes,
And then it repeats,
As night turns to day,
sleep goes.
Jun 18 · 75
Setting in
All this dread is setting in,
Anxiety rattling,
Attention gathering.

All it is-is catastrophic,
Running the mile,
Exhaustion,
Fighting pain.
My fault to blame?
Who knows,
Full shame,
I think I’m going insane.

My head Is spinning bout,
Brain so foggy,
Im feeling really groggy.
attention full steam,
All this stuff settling,
Appearing in a whole new setting.

Fear.
Confusion.
I’m losing,
The battle.
Attention?
Please.
I’m fighting,
I don’t need a medal.
Just listen,
To me,
I beg,
PLEASE.
I’m on my knees,
I’m fighting the stinging,
Of wasps and bees.

Plunging my stomach,
Sinking into my brain.
I think I need help.

All this dread,
All this shame,
Putting on the blame,
So many mistakes.

All uprising,
Head to the clouds.
I’m falling down,
No parachute,
And I smack the ground.
Pain radiating,
Like noise in a crowd.

Am I losing my mind,
I need to take my time.
Finding who I am,
Finding ways to take control,
Thoughts.
Clouds.
Pain.
Shame.
Dread.
Hate.
Love.
faith.

Am I enough?
Am I worthy?
Can I be someone great?
Did I make too many mistakes?

I’m HURTING.
my brain,
Is fumbling,
I’m losing a battle.

But I keep on fighting.
I got plans,
And I’m making changes,
I’m making demands.

“Its all attention seeking”
“Your asking for it”
“You act like your the only one in this world”
“How can you be someone great, if you can’t even take care of yourself”

This is what people have said to me.
It’s all setting in.
And I’m NOT going,
To stop fighting.
Write a poem about a memory you wish you could erase
Describe the moment the world stood still for you
Write from the perspective of a forgotten object
Begin with a lie that becomes the truth
Write a love letter from one season to another
Imagine the ocean is trying to tell you something
Write a poem where time runs backward
Describe a place that only exists in dreams
Write about a silence that says everything
Use only questions to explore a difficult choice
Write a poem that begins with an apology
Write as if the moon is writing to the sun
Describe an emotion as if it were a person
Write a poem about something that never happened
Imagine a conversation between you and your past self
Write about a secret no one would believe
Describe a color without naming it
Write a poem set entirely in a single moment
Start with a knock at the door
Write a poem about forgetting someone on purpose
Describe your shadow’s side of the story
Write from the point of view of a mirror
Tell the story of your life using only metaphors
Write a poem that takes place in total darkness
Describe a relationship using only weather imagery
Write about what grows in the ruins
Use a single sound as the thread through the entire poem
Imagine you could speak to your fear — what would you say?
Write a poem as if it were the last thing you'll ever say
Describe a heartbreak without using the word "heart"
Write about something beautiful that scares you
Tell a story in reverse, ending with the beginning
Write a poem made entirely of overheard conversations
Write a letter to someone who will never read it
Imagine a world where no one can speak — only write
Write a poem set in a city that doesn't exist
Describe a wound that won’t heal — metaphorical or real
Write a poem in the form of a spell
Write from the point of view of your future self
Describe a dream that felt more real than life
Write about a door that never opens
Begin with “I remember the sound…”
Write a poem inspired by your favorite scent
Describe a character who cannot stop walking
Write a poem about an ending that came too late
Write about two things that can never meet
Create a poem using only colors as descriptions
Write about an ordinary object with extraordinary importance
Imagine the stars are speaking to you — what do they say?
Describe a farewell with no words
Write a poem based on an overheard rumor
Write about a place that doesn't want to be found
Begin with “No one told me…”
Write a poem from the perspective of an old photograph
Imagine the wind has a message for you
Describe the last time something felt truly new
Write a poem where each stanza is a different season
Start with “I never told you…”
Write about something lost in translation
Describe what it feels like to wait
Write a poem set in a forgotten town
Write as if you're waking up as someone else
Imagine your reflection has a life of its own
Write about something you’ve never admitted
Start with a color and let it take over
Describe a goodbye that felt like a beginning
Write a poem without using any punctuation
Begin with “If I could rewrite yesterday…”
Describe a place you’ve never been, but feel connected to
Write from the perspective of a book no one reads
Imagine your name had a secret meaning
Describe something that keeps returning
Write about love using only images from nature
Start with the phrase “This was not the plan”
Write a poem in the form of a conversation with an animal
Write a poem about an impossible choice
Describe a dream that someone else had
Write as if you’re writing from the bottom of the ocean
Start with “Before I knew your name…”
Write about a future you’re afraid of
Describe joy without using the word “happy”
Write a poem set in a single room
Create a poem that begins and ends with the same line
Describe a tradition that doesn’t exist
Write a poem about an imaginary friend who never left
Write from the point of view of a forgotten god
Start with “I was not ready…”
Describe what it means to be alone in a crowd
Write a poem about an object passed down through generations
Imagine a world where memories are bought and sold
Write a poem set in a language you don’t understand
Describe the moment you stopped believing in something
Start with “I keep dreaming of…”
Write about something invisible
Describe a journey without leaving your room
Imagine the sky is falling — what falls with it?
Write from the perspective of the last tree on Earth
Create a poem about transformation
Write about the first thing you ever lost
Start with “I buried it because…”
Write a poem where the weather mirrors your thoughts
Describe a world without sound
Write a poem as if time has paused
NOTE- I STOLE THIS FROM CHATGPT- BUT THIS HAS HELPED ME ALOT!!!! ENJOY :).   <3
Jun 17 · 94
Death
I’m not afraid.
I know I’ll decay,
Time runs out,
And we all fall away.

Each life is a blessing,
I already had 2.
Both my other lives,
Were tragic.
Cursed by life’s ways,
—magic.  
And I hope this one,
Won’t be too.

I keep on fighting,
It’s in my blood.
Coursing my veins—
Is strength,
Tightening strong.
My other lives,
I gave up.

I was only little,
I messed up.
My other life I passed away.
Cancer took my life away.
Now Im here,
Each day I still fight,
No matter what pain,
My life,
Spites.

Death.
Is not something,
Im afraid of.
I’ll just be reborn again,
Sure I’ll be sad,
To leave this life behind.
When my time comes.
But Im not afraid,
Of death,
The way.
Most people are.

Death is natural,
I am still a fighting star.
I won’t give up,
I plan to live as long as possible.
And won’t let life,
Take me up.
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