Vic: Poems

385 · Apr 2019

I was busy,

Vic Apr 2019

I was busy,

Thinking about you
OwO

Again. ******* Hell.

#busy #you

383 · Aug 2019

Note 142:

Vic Aug 2019

Note 142:

I was a sinner
And made you my saint

Out of breath and so in love
It surprised me you didn't faint

Your body on top of mine
While outside it rained

For those few delicious, blissfull minutes
All our pain was drained.

A "poem" every day.

(Baby ignore the tags hehe I love u to the moon and back)

#note #142 #love #girlfriend #kiss #cute #ily #baby #cheesy #hot

381 · Jan 2019

Maybe

Vic Jan 2019

Maybe

We could have been love

But

I didn't

#maybe #us #could #didnt

378 · Aug 2019

Note 156:

Vic Aug 2019

Note 156:

Connor finished the milk

A "poem" every day.

(yes it's another musical quote don't @ me)

#note #156 #connor #milk #deh #dearevanhansen #musical

378 · Jun 2019

If you could read my mind.

Vic Jun 2019

If you could read my mind.

You'd see your worst nightmares.
You'd see broken hearts.
You could see lost and faded poetry.
Oh yes, it's full of boggarts.

And when you reach the core,
Nothing you'll see is true.
You'd see us being lost together,
Making love on 7th avenue.

You'd see a torn apart soul,
Shattered into pieces.
It was my own fault,
With time, the pain eases

You'd see me pleasing you all day,
And of course, swapped around.
I'm actually wondering,
Somehow, you haven't found it out.

#you #mind #love #depression

376 · Apr 2019

Note 38: Scared

Vic Apr 2019

Note 38: Scared

I'm not scared of death,
I'm afraid of what happens after.

A poem every day.

#note #38 #scared #death

375 · May 2019

Note 52: Think

Vic May 2019

Note 52: Think

I think about you so much,
You don't even know.

A poem every day.

#note #52 #think #you #love #know

374 · Mar 2019

Part 13, The only true sentence I ever wrote.

Vic Mar 2019

Part 13, The only true sentence I ever wrote.

If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 13, the only true sentence i ever wrote.
I don't think you're the reason.
These lies made me feel just as bad as I said.
No, I don't do drugs,
No, I don't love you.
Yes, I need help.
No, I don't want help.
Yes, I want to be the one to speak her name as mine.
Yes, I know that that will never happen.
No, I don't know what is happening to me,
Neither do I know If I want to continue my life,

This is the end,

...

#13 #reasons #why #true #sentence #no #yes #depression #suicide #hapiness

371 · Oct 2019

Note 207:

Vic Oct 2019

Note 207:

I won't ask,
I already know.
I love to talk to you,
But not about this trauma though.

A poem every day.
08-10-19

#note #207 #idk #trauma

371 · Apr 2019

Note 40: I hate you,

Vic Apr 2019

Note 40: I hate you,

That's the good thing.

A poem every day.

#note #40 #hate

370 · May 2019

Note 72: Always

Vic May 2019

Note 72: Always

I've always liked the moon better than the sun.
I've always painted in black, not in colour.
I've always been a little hidden, never fully exposed.
I've always written, never said.
I've always been afraid of the monster under the bed.

A poem every day.

#note #72 #always #moon #sun #black #colour #hidden #monster #exposed

369 · Jul 2019

Note 118:

Vic Jul 2019

Note 118:

S O C I A L

A N X I E T Y

A "poem" every day.

#note #118 #anxiety #socialanxiety

369 · Oct 2019

You look like a sunrise today

Vic Oct 2019

You look like a sunrise today

If there was one thing I could wish for,
Just one thing, for a day.
I'd wish a thousand million seconds,
So you could always stay

I'd wish with you for just one night,
To watch the sunset in those perfect eyes.
Watch the skies turn paint white, pink and yellow,
Just kiss me, and the time flies.

Hold my hand,
And stare with me into the abyss.
I'll hold you back if you let go,
We both wonder how far down it is.

The sun sparkles on your face,
As your head rests on my thighs.
And I know I'll always have your love,
Under some very cloudy skies.

#sunrise #love

368 · Aug 2019

Note 167:

Vic Aug 2019

Note 167:

You made me feel everything,
And nothing at once.

A "poem" every day

#note #167 #everything #nothing #numb #love #depression #crush #sad #yeet

367 · Mar 2019

Part 7, The Silent Call Of Satan.

Vic Mar 2019

Part 7, The Silent Call Of Satan.

If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 7, The call of satan.
Are you okay? I can see you. I can see the tears in your eyes. I can see your face turning red. I can see the anger, I can see the need for help. Why do we hide it? Why do we push each other away? I love you, Can't you see? The silent call of satan takes my will to live away. Singing to the devil together, feeling Bohemian Rhapsody. The thoughts are leaking out of me right on the paper, so is my blood. The silent call of satan took my will to live away.

#13 #reasons #why #call #satan #7 #devil #tears #depression #suicide

364 · Mar 2019

Part 8, Broken Mirror

Vic Mar 2019

Part 8, Broken Mirror

If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 8, Broken mirror
No one will ever make sure the clock stops ticking.
No one will ever keep a poem as one of their dearest possesions.
No one will ever leave the pages blank if they have words to fill it with.
No one will ever keep an extinguished cigarette in their package.
No one will ever stop being afraid of the dark, so we turn into the dark ourselves.
No one will ever keep an empty bottle of alcohol in their drawers.
No one will ever stop cutting themselves when they realise they shouldn't.
No one will ever keep the light on if they can choose to close their eyes.
No one will ever love without wondering why.
No one will ever keep a broken mirror in their pockets.
Or would you?

#13 #reasons #why #8 #broken #mirror #suicide #depression

364 · Apr 2019

Note 33: Comfort

Vic Apr 2019

Note 33: Comfort

I find comfort in my poems
Always carrying them around
I find shelter in your smile
The rest of the day untouchable
I find love in these words
Even the ones you tell me everyday
I find sadness in your eyes
Hidden by beautiful laughter,
So vunerable and pretty
But why don't you tell me
What is going on behind it
Because we never tell anyone
Simple as that

A poem every day.

#note #33 #comfort #love #smile #depression

363 · Oct 2019

Note 211:

Vic Oct 2019

Note 211:

And then I came out

A poem every day.
12-10-19

#note #211 #trans #pan #commingout

363 · Mar 2019

Note 1: When we all fall asleep, Where do we go?

Vic Mar 2019

Note 1: When we all fall asleep, Where do we go?

Somehow,
After all these days,
I still don't remember.
Where did you go?
Where did I leave you?
When you walk out that door,
Leaving me torn,
You're teaching me to live without it.
But still we wonder.
When we all fall asleep,
Where do we go?

I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #1

#fall #asleep #go #where #you #door #live #torn

362 · Sep 2019

Title.

Vic Sep 2019

Title.

Fifty-one lines exactly,
Counted on my arm,
As always.
Kind of ironic,
Since I was clean.
For fifty-*******-one days.

#51 #lines #arm #depression #clean #selfharm #scars

361 · Mar 2019

Note 5: Most of my poetry isn't even poetry anymore

Vic Mar 2019

Note 5: Most of my poetry isn't even poetry anymore

Poetry tells a story.
But what if the poem,
Turns into the story?

< >

I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #5

#note #5 #poem #poetry #story

361 · Jan 2019

Cheesy

Vic Jan 2019

Cheesy

That wich is lifeless,
May hide behind a shade of certainty.
Thus the tiger masks its barbarity,
With the beauty on its body.

~ Sombro

#lifeless #tiger #body #beauty #hide

360 · Mar 2019

Note 18: Me

Vic Mar 2019

Note 18: Me

Ghosts are real,
Monsters are too.
They live inside us.
And sometimes they win.

I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #18

#note #18 #me #monster #ghost #win

360 · Mar 2019

Part 11, Hostage.

Vic Mar 2019

Part 11, Hostage.

If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 11, Hostage.
Surprisingly.
It's really not like me to be so mean,
You're all I wanted.
Nature changes,
You left my mind.
And someone else entered it.
I don't know what feels true.
But this feels right,
So stay a sec.
Yea you feel right,
So stay a sec.
And let me crawl inside your veins.
I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
Hold and hidden,
By my own hostage.
Kiss me until I can't speak.
Let me listen to your voice.
And let me drown in your words.
Want to be the one,
To speak her name as mine.
Changing sentences into the same.
Hold and hidden,
By my own hostage.

#13 #reasons #why #11 #hostage #love #depression #suicide #mind

359 · Sep 2019

Armageddon (part 1)

Vic Sep 2019

Armageddon (part 1)

Freedom doesn't always come with the truth,
Yet the truth always comes with your freedom.

Idk, probably makes no sense. You can't be free without the truth surrounding you, but the truth doesn't always set you free. That's the way I see it.

#armageddon #truth #freedom

357 · Sep 2019

Note 178:

Vic Sep 2019

Note 178:

I have so many tests to study for,
Yet I'm sitting here, wishing to die.
I have so many things to do,
But all I do is mentally cry.

A "poem" every day.

(Just a quick one today)

#note #178 #test #study #stress #cry #depression #sad #die #work

356 · Sep 2019

Note 199:

Vic Sep 2019

Note 199:

It's not because of my eyes that the world is blurry,
My mind is always a little bit behind.

A "poem" every day.

#note #199 #mind #eyes #world #blurry

356 · Jan 2019

It'll kill us

Vic Jan 2019

It'll **** us

Mirror on the ceiling
You're giving me a million reasons
Came down the mountain
Sweet an sour
Click, Snap, Fall
Over and again
Can this go on
Want to be the one
To speak her name as mine
Trapped in the open
A closed mind
Can't leave
It's in my DNA
Easy
Cold in my kingdom size
Got a lot of leaving left to do

#depression #love #friend #help #closed #open #mind #mirror #mine #reason

355 · Jun 2019

Note 80: No one

Vic Jun 2019

Note 80: No one

No one,
Has ever said,
They trusted me,
Loved me,
And cared for me.
That they've been trough it all,
And wanted to make sure I'm okay.

But you did.

Thank you so much.

#note #80 #care #trust #love #friendship #sweet #depression #support #okay

354 · Nov 2019

Note 234:

Vic Nov 2019

Note 234:

I have always been the poet, the narrator.
But you,
You make me feel like the poem for once.

A poem every day.
04-11-19

#note #234 #poem #poet #love

352 · Jan 2019

Say My Prayer

Vic Jan 2019

Say My Prayer

It all started
With that one shoulder touch.
That one brief moment
You looked into my eyes.
I looked into yours.
We weren't supposed to.
It broke me,
I broke myself,
I broke you.
But i still wonder,
How do you feel?
About this mess called "me"
Let me say my prayer,
And hope it's something good.

#say #my #prayer #love #friendship #nothing #broken #wonder #feel

352 · Apr 2019

Note 46: Oops

Vic Apr 2019

Note 46: Oops

I did it again...

A poem everyday.

#note #46 #oops #lies #cheater

351 · Sep 2019

Note 185:

Vic Sep 2019

Note 185:

I don't understand what's going on in my own mind anymore

A "poem" every day.

#note #185 #mind

350 · Dec 2019

Note 279:

Vic Dec 2019

Note 279:

It's the last day of school today.
I saw you walking in the hallway,
And you gave me a quick kiss.
The world really doesn't like us together,
Does it?
But I now know what I want this year,
The only christmas present I'll need.
I think I'll wish for you this time,
And pray that the world will let you keep being mine.

A poem every day.
19-12-19

#note #279 #school #holiday #love #christmas #mine #romance

350 · Oct 2019

Note 206:

Vic Oct 2019

Note 206:

I will wait for you whenever,
But when you let go, know,
That I will do so too.

A poem every day.
07-10-19

#note #206 #you #love #wait

349 · Aug 2019

Note 166:

Vic Aug 2019

Note 166:

Me: *Has a test tmorrow that I still have to study and homework for 6 subjects that I still have to do.

Also me: *Decides to watch an entire DEH bootleg at 22:45

And then we're wondering why my grades are so bad

A "poem" every day.

#note #166 #deh #bootleg #sleepdeprivation #whatissleep #test #homework #sleep #study

345 · Jun 2019

Note 81: I can't keep up

Vic Jun 2019

Note 81: I can't keep up

But I'm really trying.

A poem every day

#note #81 #trying #lies #love #depression

343 · Apr 2019

Note 19: Cold

Vic Apr 2019

Note 19: Cold

Fingertips frozen,
Arms up my sleeve.
But I have to write this idea down.
My hands are already filled with ink.
Everything has to be gold these days.
Golden chain, Golden eyes, Golden soul, Golden ring.
Still want to be the one to speak her name as mine though.
It's cold outside,
But I'm colder.
You poor thing.

I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #19

#note #19 #cold #frozen #sleeve #poetry #ink #gold

339 · Feb 2019

Hands

Vic Feb 2019

Hands

How
It doesn't sound that obvious right away,
The fact that hands can change lives
But they can, in a special way
With words, and poetry
They create words
They create art
They Love
They are
How

i don't really know

#hands #love #poetry #art #music #obvious #special #lives #how

338 · Jun 2019

Note 89: ♡

Vic Jun 2019

Note 89: ♡

The person reading this is beautiful.

A poem every day.

#note #89 #beautiful #you

337 · Jun 2019

Note 86: oh btw,

Vic Jun 2019

Note 86: oh btw,

I love y'all

A poem every day.

#note #86 #love #yall #btw #wholesome #poetry

335 · Mar 2019

Note 7: Six feet under.

Vic Mar 2019

Note 7: Six feet under.

Six feet under,
Down the drain.
Lie my feelings,
Is my luck.
Six feet under,
Under this dirt.
Is my hapiness,
Is my love.
Six feet under,
Or hidden anywhere.
Depression is here,
Right inside me.
Six feet under,
Where we live.
I try to
Cover this sadness.
Six feet under.
I try to hide,
Alcohol, Drugs, Cigarettes.
I'm slowly suffocating.

I write a small poem every dat, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #7

#note #7 #six #feet #under #6 #depression #suicide #alcohol #drugs

335 · Dec 2018

Space

Vic Dec 2018

Space

I Wonder
Is There Enough space
To Hold Us
To Stop Us
To Encourage Us
I Wonder
Is There Enough space
To Keep Us
To Help Us
To Make Us
Is There Enough space
I Wonder

#i #wonder #space

335 · Jul 2019

To all my active followers

Vic Jul 2019

To all my active followers

To all my active followers:
Thank you so much for being here,
And just existing in general.
If you're an active follower of mine,
I'll recognise your username,
And/or your profile icon.
It makes me happy to see you liked a poem,
Or commented something funny, or comforting.
It makes me happy to realise, and think about the fact that there are people out there, god knows where, that enjoy reading my writings.
And that there are people out there, god knows who, that will always listen if there's something off.
I love you all, and please, please take good care of yourselves.
Bye :) <3

Thank you

#followers #active #poetry #poem #friends #thanks #comfort #funny #love #people

333 · May 2019

Adventure

Vic May 2019

Adventure

Life is but the blink of an eye,
Death is the real adventure

#life #death #adventure #eye

332 · Aug 2019

Note 141:

Vic Aug 2019

Note 141:

I can't think of a poem to post today so here's a vine compilation because we're emo here.

https://youtu.be/AfaPJZ0n66k

A "poem" every day

#note #141 #vine #bored #lonely #funny #what #hehe

327 · Dec 2019

Note 260:

Vic Dec 2019

Note 260:

I
Don't
Wanna
Feel
This

And the more I don't want to,
The more I do

A poem every day.
30-11-19

#note #260 #feel

327 · Oct 2019

I'm running out of titles and my time's up, wise up, eyes up.

Vic Oct 2019

I'm running out of titles and my time's up, wise up, eyes up.

~
'What if this bullet is my legacy?
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?

The world is wide enough,
For our love to be.
Just you and me.

Rise up.
We can fight the world together.

Time's up.
At least I spent this forever with you.

Wise up.
You taught me what love was.

Eyes up.
As long as I can stare into your eyes, I will lock my eyes every time.

What if this love is the only thing left?

What
if
these
words
were
our
legacy?

What is a legacy?

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the other side.
You let me make a difference.
We'll tell our story,
And we won't need to hide.


                 Un
              Deux
         Trois
Quatre
            Cinq
                     Six
                                   Sept
                                                 Huit
                                                                Neuf

I'll see you on the other side, Mon amour.

If you know, then you know.
We both know what we know.

#hamilton #musical #death #time #eyes #wise #love #visualpoetry

326 · Sep 2019

Title

Vic Sep 2019

Title

{ "Here, take this test I made for you." }

"Okay?"

{ "Step/Question one: How do you really feel?" }

"I guess I feel... numb? I'm not supposed to, there's no reason, but I feel so, so empty. I mean, I can write about a lot of obvious things I feel. You know, everything you see in my poetry. And people think: Oh, this is just a little part, She must be so sad. But in reality, everything I write, is everything I feel. If you take away [name] and all my feelings for [pronouns] I feel nothing. I'm just dark inside. Dark, empty and numb.

Notes

#numb #sad #dark #empty #alone #love #depression #write #poetry #feelings

326 · Jan 2019

Tired.

Vic Jan 2019

Tired.

Why can't i just sleep without dreams
And not dream about you for a night
I don't want to die
Nor do we want to live
Live for those scarse seconds
Of absolute happiness
But I feel nothing
And When This feels
I feel you
And i'm still not supposed to

so tired of this constant well-being

#tired #well #happy #sad #love #supposed #seconds #live #die #you