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  Mar 2018 Clary
Charlie May Cullip
Homework, or battling demons?
School, or exploring abandoned houses?
People that lie to you, or people you can trust?
Crying yourself to sleep, or midnight adventures?
Sleeping alone, or cuddling until you fall asleep in their arms?
Left in silence falling into a spiral of negativity, or so much fun that you forget all the bad?

But the real question is:

The real world, or the world inside your head?

*I know which I would choose...
  Mar 2018 Clary
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
  So far, so near in woe and weal;
  O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;

Known and unknown; human, divine;
  Sweet human hand and lips and eye;
  Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;

Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
  Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
  Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.
Clary Feb 2018
i hate you
please don't ever say that
i still care about you
because
i can’t
tell yourself that
i have moved on
don't think that
my heart still beats for you
it was always true
because
i never had faith in us
it was absurd when you said that
i missed the memories
it hurt that
i even had the luck to meet someone like you
but i am relieved that
you were heartbroken
never have felt
my heart beats for you anyway
i just knew that
our stars are crossed
i was very upset that
you still liked me
and i didn't care whether
i did hold on to you
it's the sad truth:
i fell for you in the first place
but i can clearly remember
i got over the guilt
it would be great if
you didn’t look back
it hurts me deeply that
i really liked you
because it's pretty obvious that
i hated you
it's not true that
my own soul was scarred,
but i know
I had thought with uneasiness,
“i did this to you
i ruined you”
This is a reverse poem, please try reading it line by line, back to the top. :)
Clary Feb 2018
I gave you chances but you threw them away,
I'm more than the sum of my parts I've to say,
You broke me then,
Broke me again,
But I hid my shattered parts away.
I was as “broken” as a young teen can get, but this’s partly inspired by “Flipped”, by Wendelin Van Draanen.
  Feb 2018 Clary
Eric the Red
The truth about poets
Is
They’re not all alike
Some are derelicts
Scalawags
Lovers
Sisters
Some say they’re writers
Instead of Poet
For they know what that puts
Into the minds of others
Romantic
Lethargic
Gypsy
Some will never write novels
Poems are their Ulysses
Their ‘Love in the Time Of Cholera
Some are sad
Withdrawn
Choose to live there
While some poets
Use their words
To claw their way out
Some have fallen out of love
&
Want someone
ANYONE
to listen
While some have fallen in
the deepest ocean
&
Want to tell the world
What this man
This woman
Means to them

Most write their verses
Alone
Some at midnight
Some at sunrise
Some with coffee
Most with bottles

Most will never see the reaction
Of many
Will never hear
‘I like that...’

And most don’t want to be famous
Or sometimes heard
We
Just want to be
Ourselves
Clary Feb 2018
Heartbroken
Heartbroke
Heartbrok
Heartbro
Heartbr
Heartb
Heart
Hear
Hea
He
H
Hu
***
Hung
Hungr
HUNGRY.
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