Corpses corpses
On bedroom floors
The dead bodies of the hopes growing up killed
Blood blood blood blood
Flooding my mind
Bleeding long lost broken dreams from when I was a little girl
Too late to rebuild

Please comment if you had any kind of interesting interpretation of this. I would love to hear it!

I dare you to read this poem
start to finish and ponder its words
allow it to linger there in your churning thoughts
and not let it flutter off with the wind and the birds
I dare you to write a response
a poem from you to me
to answer the questions a pose in this poem
consider them carefully
Why is love so impossibly complex?
Why is time so quick to slip by?
Why do people change their mind
and curse and cheat and lie?
Why is the world so angry
Why do regrets ache so bad?
Why is it we must lose it all
before we know what we had?
Why do we get attached
and learn to care TOO much?
and yearn for unknown souls to intertwine
yet recoil at a stranger's touch?
Why do we fear so badly
emotion, love, and the risks we never take?
Why do we waste the chances we get
terrified of making a mistake?
I dare you, answer me these riddles
Humanity still struggles to figure out
for the non-existent answer
lies between reason and doubt.

I just really hope you know you are beautiful.
I just really hope you know when I see you, my heart has a seizure.
I just really hope you know, your face is flawless to me.
I just really, really hope you know your existence makes a difference in this world to me.
I just really hope you know you are beautiful.

Restless nights
days dreary and dour
abandoned in
our darkest hour
treacherous actions
yet unloathable soul
desperately living
off burning out coal

When we wore pain instead of bracelets
And breathed death instead of air
Our tears were made of brokenness
and no one seemed to care
through all the storms we stood through
every silent screech and every fall
Still standing strong united
together through it all

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The way you talk is like the morning silence
The way I walk is on a tightrope made of spider silk
None of them will remember your name
years from now but I will
And I used my whitest black
To paint you a portrait of me
But I didn't know you well enough
To know what I should be

Is there such a thing as eternity?
Can forever really mean eternally when humans say it?
I base most of my analysis of human kind on off of children before they have been corrupted by society. When they are too young to worry about how people judge them so they behave naturally. They haven't learned the ways of deception yet. Twisted lies and paranoid concealment of who they really are has not yet been Ingrained in them. Children are the most reliable source to draw conclusions from about the human race's natural tendencies because their souls are still pure at their early ages. The fact that toddlers cannot focus on a single thing for long periods of time leads me to believe that our kind defines eternity as until I change my mind. Look around us at our broken world. Divorce, shattered promises, abandonment, crumpled and forgotten friendships with cracks you can still see all along the sides. So many people say forever but its meaning has been drowned out by lies.
I'll love you forever. I'll stay true to you forever. Best friends forever. Ill protect you forever.

People say those things and other people believe them...
...but is there really such a thing as forever for humankind?