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Sep 22 · 143
The Journey of the Moon
Once upon a time
A star fell in love with a star
He could see the other in the distance
But they could never touch
They could only see the other’s light
The first star was not satisfied
He watched the other star from a distance
But he could not get any closer
Then he made a deal with the devil
for a chance to get closer
But he sold his warmth
He sold his own light
And became a planet
The star loved him more for this
But she still could not touch him

So she made a deal with the same devil
To give him some of her light and warmth
And a chance for them to get closer
But this deal came with a price
And the devil doesn’t play very nice
The planet was moved closer
But the devil placed a rock in between
Told them to keep it warm
The star shone bright on one side
The planet reflected the suns rays on the other
The planet was not as cold
But he was lonely
For he could see the sun
But she was just out of reach
And she could see him

The planet in between took pity on the lovers
And made them an offer
That if the once-star would become the planet’s slave
They’d someday have no responsibility
To the him and the beings on it
So He became a moon
Tied to the planet revolving his star
The moon would travel around the rock
To come between his love and his master
And he’d bask in her rays
And theyd be happy for just a moment in time
But eventually
The moon will be called back
To the lonely
Dark place behind his master
Where he can only catch a glimpse of his sun
Around the curves of a rock
Sep 2 · 21
Castles II
sometimes a castle holds a damsel in distress
but this castle holds a fair maiden's heart.
its purpose is to guard it against
the foolishness and destruction of love
but castles are merely stone
and love seeps through the cracks
Sep 2 · 31
Castles I
build up the walls!
for love leaves ruins
Sep 2 · 83
Puzzle Pieces
were we meant to fit?
love is the pitter-patter of rain
on the old cracked concrete
worn from the feet that
walk upon it
love is the silence of the lightning
and the power of the thunder
the way that for just a moment
the world is silent and then
how the earth quakes!
love is the ferocity of a river
knowing that with every turn
you are closer to a waterfall
and the doom that accompanies you over the edge
love is the comfort of another body
because when simply near another you feel you're
not alone in the dreadful toil of life
that maybe, somehow, it was all worth it
Sep 2 · 32
Truly Living
if we cant know pain
what makes our time
on this wonderful, desolate earth
worth it? what makes us
to be better, to do better, to
better? what makes us value the
amidst all the suffering?
like heat and cold
alone they destroy
but together they
are neutralized
July 12, 2020
Based off of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brönte
Sep 2 · 23
hatred and anger are only
the absence of love
and can be diminished by
the abundance of love
July 12, 2020
Inspired by Wuthering Heights by Emily Brönte
Aug 19 · 31
Hurt from
Hurting people

My fingers are weak
From holding on to you
My arm has been held over this ledge
for way to long
My muscles are straining
They are about to break
Aug 19 · 29
a poet is
A poet is a castle
Having been built from stone
Seemingly impenetrable
With a moat around it’s walls

A poet builds these walls
To protect what’s within
The moat is filled with creatures
That will destroy whatever tries to come in

But castles are not perfect
The stone can crumble with age
The things within the castle will quarrel
The boiling *** will overflow

And when this happens
A poet writes about the anguish
That they have captured
The pain that they protect

They do not let anyone in their castle
Because they do not want them to get hurt
But castles, no matter how strong they seem,
In the end, will burn
May 8 · 178
Red for the blood of your father and mother
Orange for the warmth of love
Yellow for the stars that shine for you
Green for your growth
Blue for the tears of joy and sadness
Purple for the riches of wisdom
Pink for the peacefulness of age
Black for the life beyond
Inspired by 'Yellow' by Coldplay
May 7 · 46
Crazy, yet relatable...
does anyone else remember the times
that they've pasted a smile on their face?
Hid their pain so well that
the superficial smile was all others saw?
Purple fur to cover a withering heart
Hope was all but lost
Yet you kept on smiling?
You don't want to let others down
So you drown yourself in fake happiness
Your cheeks hurt from the strain
And you're just hoping that you can fake it until its real
You don't share your hurt with others so
you won't bring them down with you
And all the while you are slowly
disappearing until there is nothing left.
its okay to stop smiling...
its okay to not be okay
May 7 · 82
Its crazy to think
that yesterday's tomorrow
is our now... today!
crazy, huh?
May 7 · 429
a             b             c             d             e             f             g             h
happy|sad|      happy |sad    | happy | happy |sad |happy
i             j             k             l             m             n             o             p
happy|sad|    sad|    happy|  sad|    happy|      sad|     sad
q             r             s             t             u             v             w             x
sad|   sad|       sad|        sad| happy|    sad|        happy|    sad
y             z  
sad| happy

Everybody's letters would be different.... what do yours look like?
Apr 26 · 234
Men of the Earth
The man from the sea
Salty, wind-blown hair
Wood-worn hands from the ships
Eyes to see land along the horizon
Mouth to sing with the voices of the waves
Rocking, iron legs, made for the sea

The man from the trees
Tangled, leaf-filled hair
Calloused hands from climbing
Eyes to see disguises in the branches
Mouth to sing with the melodies of the birds
Jumping, strong legs, made for the trees

The man from the sands
Sandy, dried-out hair
Nimble hands from the ropes and silky sand
Eyes to see amidst the light from the sun
Mouth to sing with the cat-calls of the burning winds
Moving, steady legs, made for the sands

The man from the grasses
Sweaty, sun-scorched hair
Paper-cut hands from weaving through the blades
Eyes to see danger amidst the weeds
Mouth to sing with the whispers of the rustling stalks
Skipping, quick legs, made for the grasses

The man from the river
Dripping, slicked-back hair
Smooth hands from the flowing water
Eyes to see fish amongst the rocks
Mouth to sing with the sound of flowing water
Slow-moving, quiet legs, made for the river

The man from the mountain
Thick, shadow-covered hair
Hard hands from the heavy stones
Eyes to see distantly from the mountaintop
Mouth to sing with the tumbling rocks
Trodding, stout legs, made for the mountain

The man from the ice
Frozen, ice-cold hair
Blue hands from the frostbite
Eyes to see places where the surface is thin
Mouth to sing with the crackling of the frozen ground
Tip-toeing, careful legs, made for the ice
Which one are you??
Apr 26 · 105
i wonder what a noose around my throat would feel like

i wonder what the pills in my mouth would taste like

i wonder what the razor against my skin would feel like

which one would hurt the least?
which one would be quickest?
which one would make it easier for those i’ll leave behind?

i wonder how long it would take for them to go through my things

i wonder how long they would cry for me

i wonder how long it would take for them to forget me

when will be long enough?
will it be years? weeks? days?
what amount of time will make it easier for those i’ll leave behind?

i wonder if my life will amount to something

i wonder if anyone will remember me as a stranger

i wonder if i have the courage to end myself

i guess we’ll find out
Apr 26 · 93
Pronoun that is used to point out or address another being

Past tense verb that means something is somehow changed, usually for the worse

Possessive pronoun that means something belongs to me in some way

Noun which describes the building block for all relationships
The ‘you’ is plural.
We are working on it though....
Apr 26 · 31
Ever feel this way??
Do you ever feel like you’re the one
Who always starts the conversation?
Like you’re the one people only hang out with because they are bored?
Do you ever find yourself wondering what part you play in your favorite person’s life?
Do you ever wonder if you’re just a placeholder??

I do...
                                                                   I do...
Time to put my happy mask back on
Apr 26 · 319
I used to have long hair
That was before I really cared
About what people thought of me

I cut my hair
It’s really short

I care about what people think now
And I really want love

All the girls I see have long hair
All the long haired girls have boyfriends

I have short hair
But I want to grow it out again
The thing is... I look better with short hair, but I don’t want to look good... I want to feel good. I want to feel loved.
like the money you leave in your jeans
i am washed until i am no longer new
i am thin and easily breakable
yet when you find me,
you are delighted
because i stayed

but i just wish that next time i will completely dissolve
because you will forget me again
like the money in your jeans
i dont want you to
breathing in this untainted air,
I want you to be
what they say
no matter what,
dont do it,
Apr 17 · 31
The Battlefield
love is silenced by our fears
yet this battle cry for equality rages on
and though the unarmed are at the front lines
every soldier plunders on
wanting to reap the marvelous crops from the seeds their ancestors have sown
yet they are unaware
that they are the pawns of their masters
and they will never see the product of their seeds
Apr 6 · 221
The Cry Was Heard
<                              Friend                            (i)
   (Cool! I didn’t know)
   (that you wrote.        )
<(poetry!!!!!!                 )

                                               (Yea, you want)
                                                (to read some?)>

*warm fuzzy noises and a ray of hope*
Apr 5 · 38
Paper Cut
Let my thoughts pile up inside me
Let my emotions be suppressed
Let my mind be shielded
Let nothing penetrate me

When this is all to much
When I need a break
When I start to take off my shield
When I try and be normal

Then, just a word will make me cower
Then, just a thought will make me shrink
Then, from just a paper cut to the skin around my emotions
Then, flows the ink

That long silenced part of me
That part will write!
That part will write about all of the things
That have been stewing inside of me
The paper is near my skin... I can feel it.
Apr 5 · 402
A Cry For Help
<                             Friend                             (i)
                                        ­                        (Hey)>
<(Hey, hows it going?)
                                             (Pretty good, I’ve)
                                             (been writing a   )
                                             (lot of poetry...  )>
<(. . .)
One I didn’t send....
(I’m actually not)
(doing so well...)
Apr 1 · 54
Vultures pt. 2
from the bird in the sky
we hear no cry
yet it always hears us
it hears as our heartbeats quicken
breaths freeze
and thoughts race
it swoops down
tries to get closer
wanting a bite of our body
while we suffocate ourselves
with our tears
it can hear us no longer
though its wandering eyes search
we have build ourselves a house
that none can penetrate
but none
Mar 30 · 43
i thought i knew what loneliness was
but i was so, so wrong

loneliness is when you are surrounded by people
but nobody knows that there is something going on

and nobody seems to care
because you are getting better at hiding whats happening
quarantined with your family tings
Mar 29 · 48
Vultures pt. 1
the vultures are circling
the vultures are searching
the vultures are waiting
for me to mess up
the vultures are hungry
they want a taste of the skin
around my fragile bones
but i,
i hold a torch
a warning sign
ive had enough
(please leave me alone)
(im so tired)
put up these walls
so i can forget
but it leaves US
with the task
of making holes to communicate
while trying to keep
the walls glued together
DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) is a complicated and yet amazing mental disorder...
spark of light
growing into a glow
bursting into a flame
dying down to a flicker
a puddle of melted wax
whyd you have to move?
We will build our future
On the ashes of our father's work and love
On the ashes of our mother's sweat and tears
On the end of our childhood

We had our past
In the fields of innocence
In the safety of confinement
In the unawareness of youth

We live our present
With the knowledge of yesterday
With the joy of today
With the hope for tomorrow
What's Eating Gilbert Grape.....
Amazing movie....
Mar 4 · 45
the fallen angel
i am a fallen angel

i no longer can fly
my wings reduced to brittle bone

i am burning and freezing
from fire and ice alike

my wings have been scorched by the flames of hate
my heart has been molded to cold solid stone

my head hurts from overthinking
my hands hurt from overdoing

i feel so lonely

i wish i knew if someone truly loved me
the people around me say they do
but its so easy to lie

i feel so broken

chaos fills my thoughts
and spills onto these keys

i feel so worthless

i feel so tired

i feel so sad

'its all inside your own head'
they say
then why do i feel
like the darkness
is surrounding me physically ?

i can't wait to die

i don't want to experience the nothingness
so i choose to believe
but its still scary....

what if, what if
there is nothing after this?
this droning toil ends
and there is nothing to look forward to

but what if, what if
i missed my chance
if there actually is something out there
yet i, a broken being,
am not good enough

i dont think i met the standard
i dont think i will ever get there

im only a fallen angel
why would anyone love me ?

im only a fallen angel
why do i deserve anything ?
Feb 22 · 68
All Dogs Go To Heaven
The dog in the cage
The puppy in the cage
Scared and scarred
Whimpering and bleeding
Wanting to run free
Collapsed on the wire
Shallow breathing
Eyes closing
Tail wagging as he sees a light
Tail stilling
Breathing ceasing
Lonely heart finally tranquil
Innocent, broken soul finally at rest
Because all dogs go to heaven
Jan 24 · 81
What Is Love?
I love myself
and those who love me
but I'm scared it won't last
and I'll find myself in that dark, horrible place again
I'm scared that everything
will disappear and I'll be left alone
yet even in the midst of the chaos
i find myself wondering, pondering
the choices, the sacrifices, and the pain
that made up my existence
the knowledge that i once was nothing
but two cells
and before that
mere atoms
                                                yet even then I
                                                       feel I would've known
that i could be loved
that i was loved
that i am loved
             that i will be loved

So I ask
          What is love?
Is it an emotion or more than that?
    Is it a force?
        Is it something we should praise?
            Is it something we should fear?
                Is it why we ARE?
                   Or is it the bane of our suffering?
Knowing that only with love will we be happy, we also know that really only without love can we miserable.
And really only without the hope of love can we be terrified of        

For it is love that holds us together
                                                            and the lack of it
                                                                                       that rips us apart
                                                  It is love
                                                 That fuels
                                      Instinct, Passion, Desire
                                 And their brothers and sisters
                              Work, Selflessness, and Happiness
For even if it is only for ourselves,
                                      we all have love
we all feel its strings
we all long for it's call
                           We are terrified if it eludes us
                                             for we know
                                               that to live
                                             without love
                                                is to live
Thanks for reading... this is one of my personal favorites.... Oh what comes out of a teenage mind!! :P
Jan 24 · 52
i wonder how many people are crying right now...
Jan 24 · 106
I thought I was drowning in your love
but it turns out
I was drowning in our fears
our fears of not being accepted
we tried to accept each other
we were clinging to each other like the other was our lifeboat
but neither of us were kicking to keep us afloat
Jan 24 · 107
She Stood
She stood on a bridge. She stood on a roof. She stood on a star.
It didn’t really matter, because it was really all the same…
She stood at the end.

She looked at the sky, then she looked straight ahead. She looked all around, then she looked down.
She didn’t really care, because she was still very scared.
She saw waves, she saw cars, and she saw space.

She smelled the sickening stench of the demon on her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and inhaled again.
She smelled the sea, she smelled the city, and she smelled the angels’ breaths.

She listened to the wind, and to the sounds below.
She thought she heard the angels calling her
Among the waves, the cars, and the silence…

She had gathered her courage
She held it in her hand
She opened her eyes, and looked down

She felt the wind pushing her, the angels calling her, and the demons taunting her
Then she stepped down
Away from the bridge, the roof, and the star…
Jan 24 · 119
The Train
The girl looked out the window and watched the world go by.
The train kept laboring as she watched the world go by.
~~chug chug chug chug chug chug~~
She lifted her hand to the window.
She felt the cool surface and spread her hand on it.
She closed her eyes and remembered…

Once upon a time…
Not long ago,
She had been innocent, without a care in the world.
Little did that little one know
What would unfold

She came back with a gasp as a tear slid down her cheek.
She felt the vibration as the train toiled on.
~~chug chug chug chug chug chug~~
She wiped her cheek with her fingertips and looked at her lap.
She grasped the hem of her dress to keep from shaking
As her gaze wandered to her shoes and she remembered.

Once upon a time…
Not long ago,
She had been in a shop, the best shoe store in town
Hand in hand with her mother and father
Skipping along, innocently

When the memory ended
She quickly looked up and watched a man reading the paper
~~chug chug flip chug chug sip~~
She watched with youthful curiosity and forgot her worries.
Though she knew, when the spell wore off, they would come back.
“Back” she thought as she remembered.

Once upon a time…
Not that long ago
She had been walking, walking through the snow
With her mother and father in boxes above her head
Lumbering along, numb to the world

This time she laid her head on the window watching the world go by.
She opened her teary eyes and looked at the sky
~~chug (sigh) flip chug (sky) sip~~
She looked at the ceiling of the train car and tried counting sheep
Anything to sleep
Anything to forget
Jan 3 · 426
The Wizard
We’re off to see the wizard
The wonderful wizard of Oz
The one with courage, a brain, a heart, and a solution
The powerful wizard of Oz
The man, no being!, who has these wonderful things
The wonderful wizard of oz
You walk into his room
The wonderful room in Oz
You ask your questions
Oh wonderful wizard of Oz!!
Will you give me what I need? What I crave?
Please oh wondrous magician of Oz!
‘Why of course’ he says
For he is the wonderful wizard of Oz
‘You need a brain? Courage? A heart? A home?
Asks the inquisitive wizened man of Oz
‘Take mine and go, for I have no need of them
I want to fly away from this confining land of Oz
Take everything I have and let me float away
The man in the sky from Oz
Waving from above the clouds
In a wondrous balloon above Oz
You’ve been off to see the wizard
The wonderful wizard of Oz
And you’ve found, that he is a lost man
The hopeless man from oz
Twilight Breaking Dawn, page 329, Title of chapter 17
Oct 2019 · 190
Stay Silent Oh Ye Voices
Nettie Schulte Oct 2019
Stay silent oh ye voices
In my head
Lay down your sharp words
And let me lie alone
Keep the quiet peace
Oh let my chains break
Keep this away
This silent prison in which I’m wasting
Let my festering wounds heal
Let my pain cease
I may yell at the voices
Yet they shall not hear my cries
I will yell at the voices
Please let me lie alone
Stay silent all ye voices
Before you wear me to my bones
Stay silent oh ye voices
Before I’m six feet below
Nettie Schulte Jul 2019
Because she cared for me

To me and mommy
He was different
To her thinking space and brain
He held a gun


He lied
He hurt
He screamed
To me,
I loved him though it was
The definition of tough love:
I’ve seen a lot of ‘Can you write a story using simple words of an experience through a child’s eyes that was a heinous act of an adult?’ questions on Quora. Decided to try a poem using the same mindset. Thanks for reading
Jul 2019 · 234
I Believe
Nettie Schulte Jul 2019
One day the sky will no longer be blue
One day most life will fade
One day we will stand in cities of ashes
One day we will regret everything that we ever did wrong
One day we will all suffer loss
One day we will see no more in this world

Until that day,
I wait
I hope
I dream
I think
I believe

Some say you must
Do this
Do that
Be that
Think that
Believe that
To survive in the next life

I believe so,
Some believe in
And much more

I believe in the first
You may believe in the second
Or third
Or fourth
Or fifth
Or sixth

I don’t mean to discriminate
Or judge
I am just saying what I believe
Isn’t that what we do everyday?
You believe
I believe
We believe

Even if we are wrong
We will not know
Until our last day
And most everything will become clear
Depending on what you believe

Because of your beliefs and appearance
And my beliefs and appearance
We are treated differently
I believe
We are human

I believe
I know
I am human
You are human
They are human

Whatever goes on in your mind
We are all made up of bones, muscles, flesh, and blood
We all have brains, hearts, lungs
We all have skin, no matter the color

I believe we should treat each other
As we would want to be treated
Because we are all human
No matter of disabilities
No matter of color
No matter of sickness
No matter of belief
Took about 45 minutes of a car ride to write this one. Came out as nonsense, but I coaxed it into a poem form.
Nettie Schulte Jul 2019
From the sky comes rain
'Screech!' calls the bird
Swish goes the snake's tail
Whoosh goes the wind
Rain falls on bowing autumn leaves
leaves fall to the ground
A near silent splash
announces the arrival of rain and leaves
to the watery ground
Challenged to write something with onomatopoeia.
Jun 2019 · 439
Nettie Schulte Jun 2019
The irony:
The speaking deaf
Are not heard
At vacation with family. Every year we end up in groups. My sis and cousin. My two guy cousins and my sis. My mom, dad, and younger sisters. Then me. I float around in the groups. They either can’t hear me over others or they are ignoring me. It’s easier to believe the latter bc sometimes I know I’m shouting.
Jun 2019 · 186
Nettie Schulte Jun 2019
Waves washing over
You blocking out all the sound
Floating on the water

Hoping to drown out all of
Reality’s noise
Telling you ‘You’re worth nothing’

Floating on a sea
Of despair, yearning for change
From this way of life
Sorry I haven’t posted as much. I’ve been busy. Thanks for reading!
May 2019 · 321
Wake Up
Nettie Schulte May 2019
I'm so tired
Can I just go to sleep?
Just           a      k
          w                   e       up
to a new morn
and new problems
while the old remain undisturbed
Nettie Schulte May 2019
Two                      Men
Two                     Sides
One                     Goal
Protect                Home
Screams              Heard
Tears­                    Falling
Men                      Dying
Flags ­                   Waving
The                       Trenches

Bombs                  Exploding
Two                   ­    Men
Have                     Courage
Venturing             Across
No-Man's           Land
Meeting                in
             the middle
               To save
                In need
Walking                 Back
Resuming              War
Their                      Treaty
­Soon                       Forgotten
By                           All
But                          The
Two                         Men
Inspired by the movie 'War Horse.'
May 2019 · 272
It's finally hitting me
Nettie Schulte May 2019
It's finally hitting me.
I told myself it was all lies
But now I know
I might never see you again
My heart is
S.  H.   A.  T.   T.  E.   R.  E.  D
Into a million pieces
Almost as many as
the memories we shared
I don't want it to end.
8th grade has come to an end. I have enjoyed my time with the 25 crazy kids in my class. We had so much fun and shared many memories. Our signature 'quote' is 'Love You, No ****!'. I just want to say that to them wherever they are and whatever they are doing. Love y'all no **** and have a great summer!!
May 2019 · 418
Nettie Schulte May 2019
.   U    B
B              B
     E     L

Perfectly round

         U    B
     B              B
          E     L

Sparkling in the sun
                                                 U    B
                                           B              B
                                                ­E     L
Floating on the breeze
    U           B
     B                       B

May 2019 · 60
I'm not ready
Nettie Schulte May 2019
You wave and smile
So excited for summer with all your friends

I will wave back
Unready for a summer filled with memories

You walk away
Excited for the new school next year and the people you will meet

I stand, watching
Unready for the new school year of learning alone

You're going to a big school where you will be a nobody
And you are ready

I'm going home to be a nobody in a big world
I'm not ready
I homeschooled all my life except for the 7th and 8th grade. I really enjoyed my time being around friends for the whole day (most of the time). Definitely opened my eyes to the power of friendship. They are all going to different schools and I chose to go back home. I'm just scared of being forgotten.
May 2019 · 18
Nettie Schulte May 2019
Teach the kids
Teach them to spell, read, and write

Teach the kids
Teach them to add, subtract, multiply, and divide

Forward, Back, Left, and Right
Teach the kids
How to move and where to go

Teach the kids
How to act and what to do

Red, Green, Yellow
Teach the kids
When to stop, go, and slow their pace

Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-control
Teach the kids
How to love every person of every gender and every race
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