Do not try to understand me
I am new.
Do not try to get close,
I bite.
but,
though I wear black
I am
proud
so I keep calm,
and listen to bmth

you say I'm emo
just because I wear black a lot.
You say I am a queer
because I give my best friend a hug, and he just happens to be a guy.
You think I cut
just because I have scars on my wrist.
Truth is,
none of the stuff you say is true.
See, emo has become a fad.
Everyone wants to have attention.
But us "real emos" will tell you that its no fun.
I can't...we can't control when we are happy and sad,
glad and mad.
Its a ****** feeling.
I do not wear black because I worship Satan,
I wear black because it fits me
I do not wear my band shirts to be cool,
I wear them because they represent who I am.
I do not listen to rock music because I have problems,
I listen to it because the screaming helps my blood flow.
I don't expect you to know what it's like to truly be
emo
The only time you say that word,
the only time you say us
is when you make fun of us.
My hair is not long just to cover my face,
my hair is long because I like it that way.
You expect us to be like you,
but yet you rob us of our happienes.
Well,
who the **** are you to call me emo?
huh?
What do you truly know about depression.
Because your idea of depression is when you get grounded,
and my idea of depression is when I hold a blade to my neck.
You think depression is just tears,
but nope.
Its painful,
draining,
almost numbing.
This isn't even the start.
Do not call me emo,
because of what you think
because you will never know me
I won't let you get to know me
because I don't want that pain.
You are a ******,
and one of the reasons why
*I'm emo

I dress in black
I listem to screamo.
Asking alexandria and
Bmth all day
But emo tho?
I dunno.
I like black alot.
I wear it alot
And  skinny jeans  are my best friend.
People tell me I'm emo
Like it's  a bad thing.
I think being emo is a beautiful  thing.
I dont cut.
Never will
But i stand down sometimes.
Being emo  should  be a privilege.
Its not bad.
If i am emo
Than i am strong
I have a spirit not rivaled by many.
I can endure being screamed at because i prefer it in my music.
I will grow out my hair because i can
And my band t shirts will hold their own special place in my closet.
If i am emo
Than so be it
But  i will not be slandered
For who i *am

The words I used to use
Always end up crashing all around me.
Falling lights scrape the crown away from me.
I have ever only felt broken
And I don’t want to fight anymore.
I feel like this world is always letting go.
And the sky turns to dark each day.
I’m sorry, but this is so hard to say.
I wanted to be something different.
I wanted to change the world.
But in the end, each time, I find the futility of change.
We all fall sometimes
And it hurts sometimes
And right now it is so hard to get up.
Knives poke my hands as I try to gain the strength
As I try to gather anything I can.
Everyone is laughing,
I am suffocating
No,
They won’t miss me anyways.
I am falling as hard as the rain
And my time is coming to rest.
I cannot handle this test alone.
So breathe life into my soul
Before I die alone.
Someone **** this feeling inside.
I cannot choose to reside these things.
Bring me up
Lend me a hand
So I can attempt to
…
Rise
I was never shown the way to be.
This life only proves what I can’t be.
So take a look at me
Poke at my imperfections
String me up and leave me to hang.
I cannot take much more
I was expected to be strong,
But I am cracking at the base.
I am crumbling to dust.
There was no sense of control.
I slowly feel the light fading away.
No one wants me to stay.
And if this was goodbye
Could you look me in the eye?
See the pain hidden deep inside.
I don’t know where to begin
But now I am feeling the weight of every sin.
Time always goes on
But I am stuck in the same **** cycle.
I’m sorry but I can’t handle
The weight of the world upon my shoulders.
The hurtful words that come crashing down like boulders
And I don’t want to stand.
I don’t want to become buried in the sand.
My life is so slippery
And I can’t get a grip.
I can’t breathe tonight.
I cannot sleep tonight.
But when I look in your eyes
I see past the lies
And I can’t help but see how the time flies.
So breathe life into my soul
Before I die alone.
Someone **** this feeling inside.
I cannot choose to reside these things.
Bring me up
Lend me a hand
So I can attempt to
…
Rise
These mirrors wind to destruction.
They lead to the death of the most alive.
They lead to the crack in my soul
Each time the mirror tells me
Who the hell I’m supposed to be.
Someone anyone
Save me
I’m freezing.
Lacking what I need
To continue to live.
Why has death shown me its emotions?
Why have I been chosen to lead this life?
Why can’t I breathe anymore?
Why do I feel death again?
I want to be strong again.
But I am only a mere mortal.
And the only portal is hope
And I am letting it all pass me by.
This is why
I have always ever been
So ******* dead.

"It's the start of the end
Surrender the throne
The blood on my hands covered the holes
We've been surrounded by vicious cycles
Are we truly alone?
The scars on your heart are yours to atone"
_____________
when you build
what couldn't be built
and you make
the impossible come true
bu lose it all
to a fool's steadfastness.
Shutting out
all to come
but running
the empire of souls.
The twists
the turns
all in between.
With an empire of souls
but no love between
This empire I hold
is like a tower
fate shall decide
whether to allow it to stand or tip
This empire I hold
can take me away.
Shall I balance?
Or abide with eternity.
Love this love which shall love it's love.
Beasting the ether with more from above.
Confusing it may sound,
it makes sense to me.
because of this empire I hold to thee
Be so careful so blasphemous it seems,
how lonely light seems to gleam.
Empire,
the one I hold.
Remarking the choice to love?
Shall I, o countess?
Shall we see eachother
in the empire of love?

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I want to be your Superman.
I want to fly you to safety.
I want to soar the winds with you,
and feel your soft lips against mine.
I want to hold you up to the moon,
and watch it's light rival with yours.
I wish i could give you the world,
and not be a poor kid from a poor town.
I wish i could give you a night to remember
not in the ****** way.
I want to sit you down,
and in hand
and tell you all the things i love.
i wish i could write it all.
But the truth is worse than this poem.
The truth is that i am just a....well. im just me.
Nothing but a man holding roses in the rain.
You are everything i wish i could be...and more.
You are my loveliest dream.
a gift from the clouds.
You are my angel
my soul redeemer.
Babe, how i wish i could be the same.
But you and i both know that I am not good enough.
I am the lost boat in the harbor.
But i still want to sail.
Sail with you into the horizon.
And never. come. back

More and more
My eyes
Are becoming
As his
His blood
Is contaminating mine.
I see his evil soul
Spurring in my kind nature.
He is influincing me
I catch it all the time.
His ideals
His way of thinking
Is starting
To corrupt mine.
Im scared
i will not be like him
I swear it.
Hold me accountable.
I will never hit
Never emotionally criticize
I will not be him!
even if it means
Ending it
**before it starts

Before there was snapchat
There was Instagram
Before instagram
There was Tumblr
Begore tumblr
There was twitter.
Before  twitter
There was Facebook
Before  Facebook,
There  was myspace
Before myspace
There was dating sites.
Before dating sites there was games
Before those  computer  games
There was a keyboard and monitor.
Before the keyboard and monitor  there was
*human interaction

So many expectations,
such little time.
So many people want you to be so many things,
a friend
a listener,
a supporter,
a lover,
a "normal" person.
And when break those expectations,
well
you got hell comin' to ya.
See people are so cruel.
They are ruthless.
Obscure.
As long as they can find something they don't like,
they won't let go.
Expectations can **** a person.
They tear them apart,
like meat inside a grinder.
They make people resent themselves.
and what is worse than that?
I wish people could see what value they really have.
Because everyone,
YOU
have so much value.
Thank you for being you.
don't fall to their expectations.
they will ruin you.
Trust me, i know

The family tree is dying
Everyone seems to be lying.
The tree is falling apart,
Everyone stops caring
My family grew from the same roots,
But our branches are growing so far apart.
Everyone is letting this demon into their heart.


I am planting my own tree.
This tree is going to grow in upmost care,
With no one to stare at us.
This tree
I will call my own
Will have strong roots,
Values and traditions.
While the old tree dies away with every bad omen.


This tree will grow with care.
It will grow with every emotion to spare.
I will feed my new tree with genuine love and understanding,
No more fighting.
No more judging.
Just pure patience
Our branches will grow intertwined.
The roots go deep into the ground,
Tons of people in so many places.
But the past is dying.
The traditions are dying like a malnourished plant.
I cannot believe how low this tree is coming.’
These roots which grew deep
Are soaking in poison
Feeding the poison through the tree,
And affecting the modern members.
Anger the only root.
These roots are becoming ghosts.
They watch us.
Our moves.
Our actions.
My family is not a family.
These roots which was so deep are killing us at the top
Our lives falling like leaves in the fall.
I know that I want to make a new tree.
But let it not be in vein.
I will learn from this old tree,
An old mentor,
Who lived a life most unsatisfied.
This new life starts at 18,
Carving my name at the beginning,
And as I live,
I will see the sapling grow,
While watching the other tree die.
Its pain is my gain,
Because I am learning the tricks of the trade,
I am learning how to escape the grips of anger,
The accuser who condemned my family for generations.
I will break free,
Grow with the tree.

My family’s branches are high, but alas far.
They are becoming separated, but I am young and watching.
They say that your life is set by your parents,
But I am not fueled by abusive fire,
I have grown past them,
I have thrown this virus of the tree away.
I am not going to fix their problems,
But I am growing my own success,
My future.
This sapling here,
The seed to be birthed,
It is going to grow,
So tall.
These notes I have scribbled,
Will lead to the happiness of my child,
The contentness of my wife,
The success of the spawn of us.
This tree is going to take a long time to grow.
It will learn from its mistakes as its predecessor did not.
It will be tall.
Making this broken tree nothing more than a shell,
This life,
This tree.
It is going to be free.
The sickening evil for blood with dry up,
The new tree will feed on smiles and happiness,
And out will sprout
The family,
I have always hoped for.

But this hope started somewhere.
This hope I birthed had pain.
It is a spawn of abuse.
Which seems to be the main cause for the old tree to dig so deep.
The anger of the leader spread somewhere,
And though not everyone is the cause,
We were ALL effected.
It took our values
Pushed them to the depths of hell
And left a chilling heat of anger and hate,
And though this is a debate,
Our family’s trajectory is going straight to hell,
Back to the man who gave us anger.
I cry today,
For those who were consumed by the darkness.
I feel sorry for those in the tree who did not reach for the sun,
Who did not fight for the family,
Who did not fight the urge to inflict pain.
A sad thing indeed,
But this is why I have the need
To start again.
This is why this life,
This current tree
Just isn’t working.
I’m tired of being fed hate.
It not too late.
My tree is going to grow strong.
It’s starting now,
Here
Today
It always has been.
I was superglued to someone else’s tree.
Taught their values.
Taught their insecurities and told they were my own.
But the forbidden word.
No.
Is becoming my advocate.
I will reach for the sun.
I vow to encourage
I vow to take what is rightfully mine.
I vow to start anew.
Make this tree reach high.
This new tree will never know the “Mendoza” way of things.
This new tree
Started by a sad situation
And a definite resolution
Is becoming truth.
I may have grew up in the poison,
But more and more ii have found a cure,
Immune to anger
To hate
I have found that these roots of their tree,
Which has poisoned each twig,
Has one fault.
It never tried to reach for the sun.
So I,
I take this,
And I make this my own.
This house is not my home,
But things will bend
And I will break,
And start anew.
I will live to see my family flourish.
As its predecessor did not

This is for people who are "overweight"
___________
Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
*twice*
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I  look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
_____
No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******.
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like

Its a bit funny.
I work so hard
To please everyone,
Yet i feel so useless.
"Its a teen thing"
Really?
You kidding?!?!?
Its a bit funny
All these  things expected of me.
I did it to be nice.
I did it again to be thoughtful
And now
Im expected to do it
Wow.
How ****** is that?
*I hate being nice

False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
right?
No.
Fear is all too real for me.
I'm scared to be alone,
yet, so scared to be with people.
I fear her death.
I fear *my own
See,
I am scared to speak up
against him
I don't expect you to understand.
The reputations take over,
and
"Madness,
as you know
is just like gravity.
All it takes is a little push"
My fear is caused
by pushing
and shoving
and hitting
heartbreak, too.
fear is all so real
So don't tell me that god has got it.
Because,
I am afraid.
I am not wonderfully and beautifully made.
For real
Emotions
Acting
Recklessly.
that
ladies and gentlemen,
is the true meaning of *fear

Please
*say something

With all that she's felt
She feels every memory.
Everyday that drags on
for an eternity.
What seems like a gift
is really just misogyny.
Misunderstood
She was never truly okay.
With all that she's felt
both emotionally and physically
They still hurt
It always hurts
and it burns
With all she's felt
since she was a child
(Her fingertips seemed to touch everything, she longed just to feel)
She would never understand
She would never be
more than
*misogyny.

No one wants to play with a broken toy
no one wants to be with a broken boy

Your face
Sooooooo **** cute.
Your lips.
soft. Oh my god...so soft
Your eyes.
Perfect. So bright and full of life
Your hair
The way it blows in the wind got me worked up, ***.
I love every thing about you.
Your voice is so soothing
I could be in the middle of gunfire,
Hear your voice
And
relax
You cary me away into another world.
my wonder woman
Perfect in all ways...
Better than wonder woman.
Better than any woman.
If i may,
Can i say,
You  are hot.
****.
Beautiful
Stunning
all of the above
Your personality is unmatched.
I tell you this alot.
But only now have i chosen
To focus
On you
Further
And see
What my eyes see
As well as
What my heart sees.
I love you.
My dear, dear Angel.
Just knowing that you love me
  Sends me to the moon
(That was cheesy af)
But its true.
Baby,
Oh  my god
I love you

I have serious intentions
To break my limitations

Shocked in a world of pain
not taken seriously
waiting by the back door to run
nothing to come from the outcome.
Bound to die down in the evening
washing clothes for the sake of believing.
Wondering what will be done
to be broken, some war shall come.
Wish and dream this summer felt
While dealing with this winter guilt.
What the heck
This hurts my neck.
*** and drugs still fill the room
Leading to ultimate doom.
Looking through the window of dispensation
The hours go by
so good bye

I'm not giving up
I'm not giving in


I am giving OUT

the day she died,
I felt the absence.
The second she pulled the trigger,
i fell to the ground.
She was my inspiration.
She rose above drugs, and alcohol
by the age of 15.
By the time she met me,
she had gone through more than most will in their life time.
She gave up.
She let go of her life.
And for that, I mourn.
But I rejoice to her life,
and what she did,
who she was.
I wish she was still here,
maybe I could've met her unborn children
and become the best uncle ever.
But I know she was in pain.
I give her credit for the hell she conquered.
So I say now,
I cant wait to see you again,
someday

I wanted to send you another happy message.
I wanted to let you know the usual stuff
the familiar
"you're not alone"
"Everything will work out"
but also to tell you that I sympathize.
I sympathize when you have headaches,
when you leave stuff on the bus,
and when you are a feeling just plain stressed out.
I laugh when you tell me
you listen to so many types of music,
and you are all over.
I love how friendly you all are.
I love how every piece of what you say means a lot,
from the sarcastic -_-'s
to your slow cell phone,
so I don't see most of your texts until 5 minutes later.
More than one of my friends are in this poem.
It is for all of you.
I believe in you.
I'm always here for you.
Here,
today.
Trust me when I say,
I like you a lot =)

Sunday,
Many people go to church.
The Christian goes to school,
Taught love everyone, smile, and be respectful.
The morals begin to show.
And one has to wonder,
How can a Christian receive so much hate,
Based on a religion that focuses on love.
Could be because they make sure their click stays up,
So they can preach on the pulpit.
So they can spread the word of god,
Trying to prove to the skeptics that he ain’t a fraud,
But no, when they try to reach out,
Everyone begins to shout,
Pulls you into shame,
While making your case screech to fame.
And hey,
They say
“pray about it”
But how can you pray when no one wants to talk about it.
A club,
Wanted to start.
Wouldn’t hurt anybody.
They swore,
They wouldn’t preach to any outsiders,
But woah,
Hold up,
You wanna start somethin’ for Christ inside of a school?
No.
So they fight back. Right?
And they were only met with higher hostility.
Met with fluorescent humility.
Coming down to it,
The pressures on
The verdict is commin’
They pray
Oh please god, just this once,
Let us start this one.  
The christains,
The kind ones,
Slandered and shunned,
Cause of their faith.
Taken from schools,
Being faithful is no longer cool,
And wait,
They expect us Christians to take the fall,
Accept it and move on.
They told us to move on again and again
Shouting jesus is dead.
No.
Jesus is the reason we have pushed so hard,
The reason why we can say we have land
From sea to shining sea,
We just want this to work,
To worship,
To praise,
But the majorty of society denies us,
We are forced back into the chapel,
Forced to believe only what we see,
Which is why we need to see
A miracle.

I've been hit again.
My mind
suddenly begins to think
how do I get away
I am cornered.
not yet I tell myself.
After the beating finishes,
(Only because they are tired now)
I walk painfully to my room.
My ***
feels like it's been shot.
My body
feels like it has been pulled apart twice.  
I sit down,
lift my mattress,
the blade lies here.
I look at it, craving its sharp clarity.
My wrists are the matching fit.
Cut cut
I think.
No one will miss me anyhow
I think.
But then
I imagine people's faces,
when they hear the news.
When they hear
how despicable the idea was
that I killed myself.
I don't lift my blade.
I let it rest.
"Till next time, friend"
I whisper to it.
I cannot speak,
my mouth has been punched in so many times,
It is as if the great pyramid rests on my lips.
My skin is raw,
carpet burn everywhere.
I tried to get out.
I really did
Like the blade,
I want to be sharp,
yet feel so dull.
Though I have not,
my heart has already killed itself.
Time
is not of the essence
anymore
No
Never again.
I will not
let them take this life.
That's my job
And quite frankly,
Im not ready just yet
So I will keep hanging on.
Just a little at a time.
I will let myself fall,
that way I can learn how
to pick myself up
all by myself.
Yes,
I do not need the blade.
I am Strong.
Strong
Strong
Strong.
*hope

my heart beats a bit faster
when I'm with *you

Act one, scene one
Decide your stance
Get a glimpse now
See us freaks
Ohhhhhhhhh!
You act like depression is a game
Two cards and a loss
Gamble the odds of life and death
We’re all a bit crazy
Hiding in the mirror,
Hiding in the mirror
You act like depression is a game
But you never took it seriously
You never took me seriously.
You doubt me, you think I’m a freak
(But you’re not wrong)
So play my game
You’ll never be the same.
But now the noose is round my neck
And I’m ready to go to hell.
You act like depression is a game
But just wait ‘till the world forgets my name.
Wanna see a magic trick?
I’ll leave the world
Give me 20 seconds and
I’ll leave the world.
You’re gonna cleanse the world from us freakshows,
But what you don’t understand
I’ve got the universe in my hands
Moving yo’ ******* like chess pieces
The freaks make it happen
We make it happen.
Oh, you were sick from the start
Categorizing all that you see
But as long as you keep judging,
You won’t know the first thing ‘bout me
Some people hide behind labels
People like me show the world.
And all your rebuttals
The things that don’t make sense
And we know
We know
We know.
The warfare that claims us all!
Middle fingers up, let’s go!
Join me, all you freak shows
Druggies and all
***** and all
Daddy issues and all!
Calling all freakshows.
Yeah we just want to die
We just wanna die
No one wants to ******* die!
You condemn me for what I say
You just want me to shut the **** up
Bite my tongue off, mouth full of blood
I bite my tongue, you bite my lip
A mouthful of saliva, you can’t even handle me
*****, don’t speak to me
You’re obsessed with ***
And no one checks
Where’s your morality?
I take a breath, a single breath
As I feel your bones rise off my chest
What a relief it is that you’re just like me.
This is your song, little angel
Only because you’re a freakshow, too.
So as depression calls my name,
I’ll make sure you remember my name.
So bow down!
***** bow down!
You thought this depression was a joke
So make me happy
Make me happy
Just another *****
Just another pitch
And just wait
Sensor, sensor
Sensor the children
Sensor your mouth
Don’t be obscene
Issues, issues
Lord knows I’ve got em.
My heads spinning like a go round’
I’ve been round
I’ve been here
Call me crazy ‘cause I dare speak
Hush my mouth, little mama, I don’t wanna speak
Call me a freak
Make me a freak
All I want to be is a freak
Freak
Freak
******* freakshow
So join me
Join me
Bring me your depression
Bring me your noose
Bring me your lust
Bring me your knives
Bring me your problems
And I’ll show you a mother ******* freakshow!

Like a bird in the sky,
I want to fly high.
I want to soar and just
see the world.
I want to see it for it's beauty
and not for its infamous demoting

I look back.
Baby pictures and best friends.
How we've  all changed .
We've  gotten our own lives,
Lovers...
Some not
And we all end up moving on.
I can't help but wonder
Do they think about me as much as I do them?
I think about my past more than  I should
And I conjure up memoried hidden between time.
I count every time we talk
And every time we laughed.
My friends  still hold a spot within.
I havnt  forgotten you.
Have you?

Am I good enough?
Can I woo her with my muscles?
Can I please her and make her mine?
thats not me
Sure I want to woo the girls,
be admired and whispered about.
But that is something that I can never have.
Because I am that kind of guy who wears black all the time,
I don't really work out,
I am a little heavier,
and I listen to "screamo"
These guys who think
they can be trash
and be okay
just because they got a big ****
are *******
They don't deserve the good girls they have.
They won't know what it's like to be lonely.
They won't know what it's like
to wish upon every birthday
to just be loved
cuz they got lines of women
just waiting to be next,
while guys like us
would slit our wrists to be kissed they way the get kissed.
From (my type) guy perspective,
this is *******
What's so wrong with me anyway?
Why do you think I can't be enough.
My love is like an ocean
it never ends
but
they don't know that.
I'm the kind of guy who is
"too much of a brother"
or
"my best friend"
while I sit with the unclaimed flowers.
Why am I left this way?
who can love me?

life ***** and then you die*
So who the **** wants to die alone

**** this ****
**** this place'
**** the world
**** my life
**** my school
**** my "home"
**** my soul
**** my things
**** my family
**** my job
**** my abuse
**** my state
**** my religion
**** my hopes
**** my dreams
**** my poetry
**** everything......

I want to be someone
anyone.
I want to be in front of a crowd of fans
on stage
performing
I want to
be someone
because
I have lived my life
feeling like no one
I want to prove my haters wrong.
I want to scream that I am someone
from the top of my lungs!
I want to live a life worth living
and have no regrets.
I want to live a life with love.
And fun.
I want to be a good person,
who no one will think of me as a ******.
I want to hold the mike.
I want to let my scream come out.
Spit lyrics,
and bob my head to my song's drumbeat.
I wanna make it someday.
I dont care how
because I am done
*being a nobody

Rachel,
a friend I know.
She seems like
nothing could break
her spirit!
but then I learned'
how people in her town are
superficial.
She never talked to anyone
until two years ago.
Then , she opened up.
I met her so soon,
to bad
it wasn't earlier.
She makes me feel,
like i could fly.
I wish I could spend just one day,
to tell her,
how soon yet,
how much I appreciate
someone like her.
How I wish more people in the world
were like her.
I told her from the start,
I'm glad she's here.
I hope she'll remember,
I'll always be here.
=)

Amber Caillouet,
*the perfect mix of everything

READ MY LIPS WHEN I SAY






























i love you very much baby

Goodnight world.
Its been a long day.
I felt like ****
I had at least 5 headaches
Took 4 pills today
And drank 6 glasses of water.
But now its time to rest.
And to think.
Think about the girl i crush on
Think about the new school year
And what the **** im doing tomorrow
Its a goodnight from me
Good old b.d
I cant wait to stress about the littlest things tomorow.
But thats tomorrow.
But if one things for sure
*you can bet your *** im sleeping in

I am done writing poetry,
this is my final goodbye to you, the people of Hello Poetry,
I hope you liked my poetry, but there will be no more.
Goodbye, and thank you for reading my work.
This was a good experience, but I won't ever come back.
I, Bleeding Diamonds, quit the hobby of poetry.
Again, thank you for being here for me.
So, I guess this is goodbye.
forever
Goodbye folks.
It was nice to read your work.
Many talented writers here.
Hope you'll miss me,
I know I sure will.
Goodbye everyone
goodbye hello poetry














Just kidding ;D

grades
grades
grades
...
they are important.
**** grades.
Use luck.

I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept  me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that  i do not  have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one

death
waits for
*no one

Ghost Town in my ears
Cleansing my soul like it's suicide season
I hope to feel the sun once again,
this moment in time.
I see dead things.
I see the world spinning making me nauseous.
The constant whispers drive me insane.
My youth story is beginning to come to an end
my eyes opening at the sight of fear,
the smell of lust,
and the pain of shame.
This haunting will never end,
the twist and turns levitate me up
like an angel rising to the sky.
This knife you placed in my back,
makes me feel like all there is to say is:
Football season is over.
You expect me to fall to your will,
when my allegiance is to the demon who holds me down,
and through the thick smoke
I ask
"Can you feel my heart"
And the only thing you reply with is:
"You're so creepy"
So as I stare at the black moon,
waiting to be taken to the
hospital for souls,
I sit here,
chanting
*"I am the Haunted Youth"