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 Nov 12 Xander Holden
Zee
Jinx
 Nov 12 Xander Holden
Zee
You were small once.
With wide eyes.

You saw the world.
In an array of colours.

In another life.
You'd be a great inventor.

Instead you grew.
Too fast.
Too soon.

You were born.
To make mistakes.

If only you knew.
If only you flew.

To the world.
You became a flaw.

Your  life was jinxed.
From the beginning.

You weren't born a fighter.
Yet became one in chaos.

You lost everything.
You lost everyone.

Will they ever understand?
All you ever was trying to do?
Was help?

They'll never understand.
The reason you became,
Something else.
This poem was inspired by the character Powder/Jinx from the Netflix series Arcane. If you'd like me to write more like this let me know.
Through alcohol my words I stutter
So what if I've turned to another
Vice, don't look twice
On our mistakes, we were meant to break.

And I wish I could still please you
But now I look through
Our veils of betrayal and disappointments
Do you think we can still make amends?

Wish I'd been enough
Wish I didn't catch you laugh
On my pain
Can you handle the blame?
Cry
somebody
pour  me a drink
pour me a life
pour me a lie
somebody
tell me
it’s okay to cry.
 Nov 12 Xander Holden
Liana
Why is it
That after every social gathering
My thumbs return home
Bleeding?
I have struggled with dermatillomania (skin picking disorder) for years, particularly in my thumbs.
I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you
I miss
the angry girl

the one fist fighting with shadows,
not playing well with others,
telling you no,
telling you no thanks,
speaking up for my life,

standing up for my wants,
my needs,
my desires,
all the things that make me moan in pleasure

I want to punch holes in walls,
scream in the solitary corners of every room,  

run
escape

use my words to take back my power
use my power to take back my words

I want to say not today,
not ever,
keep on walking.
 Nov 6 Xander Holden
N
Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me
I rewrote this poem because it felt unfinished.
I'm sad again
let me enjoy it
don't wanna have fun
just wanna lay here
and cry all my tears
until I'm swimming in an ocean
full of my sentiment and fears
I just wanna drown
for couple of minutes
until my mind
can fix itself and become clear
cause only than can I get this feeling off my chest
and let myself rest
I saw it sprayed on a rock.
  "Why Do You All Hate Me?"
  I thought I don't know you
  so I can't hate you but if
  we meet for coffee I'll try.
  Maybe you'll hate me instead?
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