The poems I can relate to

Sep 2018

Thorns

That's what they call me
It's in my eyes
In my name
In these poems
Beauty is always ruined with war and violence
Look at the rose
It's beautiful
It's petals dripping in divine color
But the thorns make it lethal and dangerous
Sharp and full of bloodshed
But "Beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything"
Flowers with thorns don't want to be messed with
Plants with spikes don't want to be touched
They both need to be loved

I speak the truth.

#thorns

Sep 2018

Thorns

You

You made me laugh
You made me smile
You were so warm and friendly to me
But after a year I became your fear
I have not changed
I think you have, and alot
You were really nice to me and a good friend back then
That’s why I loved you so
I still might
And that’s the thing
I feel like I’m fooling myself
I am, I’m not, I do, I don’t, it is, it’s not
Now you do not wish to speak to me
You ignore me
Even when I’m literally right in front of you
You never look me
But when you do
You look at me
You look at me like I’m the dirt on the street
Existing but not mattering because I’m on the floor
I am below you and them
I don’t matter
I am constantly ignored, pushed around, and hated by you
I’ve done nothing to you to deserve this
Think about how others feel
It's not that hard to have the least bit of consideration
Think of the Golden rule your breaking
I've done nothing to you, you liar
Why me
Why you
You

Why is the question we've all asked at one point. I feel like I'm living in the incorrect answer.

#thorns

Jul 2018

Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Jul 2018

Kristina Weeks

Versions of Me

This girl is lonely.
She is weak but kind.
She had been hurt.
She lives in her mind.
But this me you see.
What am I?
Who is she?
Is she complex like you?
Does she feel?
Does she cry too?
This ******* the page.
You only see these words.
Words of sadness and rage.
A version of me in everyone’s head.
What an interesting thought.
From all the words I’ve said.
You’ve created an image, a life.
This version of me you know.
I wonder if that me feels this strife.

If you think about it, everyone we meet, whether it’s a friend or just someone passing by, creates a version of who you are in their mind. Then there’s this version of you that is in your mind. The version you know. Well that version you know isn’t even real.

#version #exestentalism #words #me #you #cry #feel #real

Jul 2018

Sara Kellie

A Mothers Love.

She's a new born under
protective cover,
with a shield like no other from her
umbilical Mother.
Covered from head to toe by the
artists jacket.
In clear polythene for you to admire,
not attack it.
Or the mobster paid in Lira to stop
anyone going near her,
when all that she needs
is the unconditional love
from the bosum that
feeds her.

Poetry by Kaydee.

Written by Kaydee,
a woman with no womb.

#motherhood #maternal #trans #wombless

Jul 2018

Madhurima

An Open Letter

Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

#love #life #beautiful #society #young #girls #woman #feminism #letter #artist

Jul 2018

Reanna Horsley

I do not want flowers

" I got you some flowers."

" That's so sweet but why flowers?"

" What? You don't like flowers?"

" Flowers die. Isn't that a horrible metaphor for love? something that dies?"

"Well. **** the flowers. Lets just hold hands."

I never get flowers anymore

#love #flowers #young #sweet

Jul 2018

Jey Blu

I want to go home.

I'm sorry.
I wish I hadn't said what I said.
I can see that you're trying.
I know you've changed.
I want my room back.
I want my home back.
I want my family to be pieced back together.
I miss feeling useful.
I haven't felt anything but sad since I left.
I need that light back in my life.
I want to cry but
I have to stop the tears.
I hate being apart from you.
I just want to go home.

I'm really sick of this **** and I just want to go home

#ihatethis #home #crying

Jul 2018

Jey Blu

Depression is (Part II)

Depression is smeared makeup mixed with tears
Depression is giving up on makeup and your appearance altogether
Depression is hiding behind a painted on smile that masks how you truly feel
Depression is losing the ability to love yourself, and then losing yourself
Depression is what takes over your heart, life and mind
Depression is being alone at 4 am and the only friend you have is the sharp silver thing hidden away from prying eyes
Depression is the satisfaction as the water becomes slowly tinted with crimson
Depression is the the darkness of your heart and the ruby red life leaking out of your wrist swirling together
Depression is wondering why your life has to be covered with the cloud of blackness
Depression is trying to hold on to that last bit of hope when you know, deep down, that there is none left
Depression is hiding in the bathroom and crying for no reason
Depression is feeling helpless when they take your blades and you resort to any form of pain you can get
Depression is needing that tangible feeling, because this **** isn't gonna just stay in your mind
Depression is feeling like everything is against you
Depression is feeling like nothing
Depression is feeling nothing

Finally can write again I've had no inspiration for a while

#depression #pain #cutting #blades

Jul 2018

Jey Blu

Depression

Depression
Feels like there’s nothing
But you’re drowning in everything

Depression
Looks like happiness and smiles
But nobody can see the pain you feel inside

Depression
Tastes like bitter tears
But nobody tastes them but you

Depression
Smells like blood
But it drips only from your wrist

Depression
Sounds like whispered secrets
But nobody can find out, nobody

#depression #suicide #sadness #death #hiding #blood

Jul 2018

Jey Blu

abby

I miss you kid
Everyday
I miss your sarcastic comments
I miss the way you frustrate yourself doing your hair
I miss your obsessions
I miss our song
I miss dancing in my room to your cds
I miss fighting with you over stupid things
I miss your chipped nails
I miss your glasses too far down your nose
I miss your references
I miss knowing all your crushes
I miss teasing you
I miss you teasing me
I miss **** date or marry
I miss your goody two shoes side
I miss your rebel side
I miss how proud you were of yourself
I miss your old confidence
I miss doing your makeup
I miss laying down and looking at the clouds
I miss everything
I missed you growing up
I missed you changing
I missed you becoming who you're not
You're gonna be in seventh grade in 6 months
And I'm not sure if I'll be there to see you off
I just want to be back with you
It's so scary being alone at that house, I know
I'm so proud of you and I love you
Stay strong kiddo

I hope you see this Abby

Update: She did

#abby #sister #fostercare #******* #lies #imissyou

Jul 2018

Jey Blu

A Song in the Meadow

I hear it
Faintly at first
louder
Louder
LOUDER
A sound like a whistle
At the same time like a dove
Soft and sweet
But an intense undertone
Is it sadness I sense?
Anger perhaps?
Oh
I feel it now
It's love
But I was right all along
Love can drive you to anger
And sadness
A song
Hardly ever worth singing
Yet it's everyone's favorite
The most difficult
To master
Everyone attempts
Those who succeed
It seems
Have all the happiness in the world
But do they succeed
Or only pretend to?
Mocking those that came before them
"This must be how we're supposed to love"
But they don't see
There is no right way
But there also isn't a wrong way
The song keeps ringing
The sound so loud
It's piercing through the shadows
Is this it?
Have I found love?
I reach
Through the darkness
Searching for something to hold onto
And suddenly
The sound stops
And you're in front of me

I attempted a love poem and I'm not sure if it worked or not

#love #happiness #fake #song #singing