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235 · Sep 2019
Note 173:
Vic Sep 2019
Remember kids, ****** is never the answer. ****** is, of course, the question. And the answer is yes.

Remember kids, if you ever stab someone, punch them where you're gonna stab. They'll think you punched really hard, they won't realised you stabbed them.
A "poem" every day.
235 · Feb 2019
Why me?
Vic Feb 2019
******* addiction.
******* depression.
******* pills.
******* alcohol.
******* love.
******* suïcide.
******* Truth.
Why me?
234 · Dec 2019
Note 275:
Vic Dec 2019
"Write one about our French teacher"

Oui oui bonjour
Like I care about your class
I'm really not interested in French
Oh, this period is finished, alas!
A poem every day
15-12-19
234 · Sep 2021
Orange
Vic Sep 2021
My soul craves you
A deep aching in my chest
For my life in your eyes
My heart in your hands

                                                          ­           I have lived a thousand lives
                                                           ­    In none of which I've found you
                                                          My body vibrates with recognition
                                                     ­    Oh, how I wish you'd know me too


                 Lord, let us be ten minutes
                 Or let it be a lifetime
                 Just take my hand, and drink the wine
                 I shall pray to be in your prime
simping hours :/
234 · May 2019
Note 59: Yup
Vic May 2019
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.
233 · Dec 2019
Note 261:
Vic Dec 2019
30 days until 2020
And I still don't understand what 2019 did
A poem every day.
232 · Feb 2020
Note 332:
Vic Feb 2020
bad idea! - girl in red

It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea 'cause now I'm even more lost
It was a bad idea to think you were the one
Was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough
It was a bad idea meeting you so late
Was such a bad idea 'cause I can't think straight
It was a bad idea to bring you back home
Was such a bad idea, I need to be alone
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough
Bad idea, bad idea
Bad idea, bad idea
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
You said "Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough
A poem every day
10-2-20
232 · May 2019
Beautiful words.
Vic May 2019
To be the one to speak her name as mine.
The ghost of her past.
Glistering water.
Ocean eyes.
Soft satin lips.
Dead roses.
Crumbled in the dust.
My blood on the purple flowers.
Blossom flowers.
Trees in morning dew.
The sound of pen on paper.
Diamond rain drops.
Tears rolling siltently down her face.
Scars on my skin.
Knife covering my wrists.
The end of the world.
The blood swirling in my veins, soon to be poured out.
These words just sound beautiful to me, not really a reason?
232 · Nov 2019
Dear [Deadname], (6)
Vic Nov 2019
Dear {Deadname},
It's been a while, I'm sorry. I don't know if you want me to write to you, or if you want me to just talk. Maybe you don't even want that, I don't know. Maybe you just want me to show you how much I love you physically. (I don't mind any of that.) It's okay. Take your time to figure it out. Love's a weird thing. So is writing to you. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's different now you're mine. The world changed, in a good way, but even good changes are different. I know that I want to love you. I just don't quite now how to love you yet, but I'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Maybe it's kissing you every day, maybe it's writing a letter every night. Maybe it's both, or none at all. Love is not 'a thing.' It's different every single time. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. You have needs, things you want. So do I. I don't think I know you that well, and that's alright. (I hope...) I wanna get to know you. In every way. I don't know how. I don't know what the meaning of this letter is, but maybe that's the meaning.
Forever yours
Sincerely, Me
231 · May 2019
Solution
Vic May 2019
Just smile through the pain I caused myself,
And we will all be fine.
230 · Jun 2019
Were words enough for you?
Vic Jun 2019
How much do you see me standing?
How much "I'll be by your side" is left?
You only gave me your heart for once,
Now I'm being accused of theft.

You always smile for other people,
But I know what you're really thinking.
A knife for you was not enough,
You're another reason keep drinking
If you know, you don't understand.
230 · May 2019
Note 66: Always
Vic May 2019
Does always exist?
Or do we mean
As long as I love you?
A poem every day.
Vic Oct 2019
So that was a month already, huh?
A month of just being able to love you.
A month of being able to stare into those perfect eyes,
that are filled with love and sparkle blue.

So it's been a month, it sounds so long.
It really does feel like forever.
Yet I still remember it like yesterday.
I didn't know your pronouns, thinking "If only I could have her."

A month is a long time when you love someone,
And I'm really thankful I spent that month loving you every day.
Because now I don't have to worry anymore,
If I lose you, or if you'll stay.

It still feels like we got together moments ago,
And it feels like it's been like this all along.
And for the first time in a long while,
I feel like this won't end in wrong.

I love you, and I can't say anything else, but thank you.
Thank you, for loving me too.
:)
Happy anniversary mon amour.
228 · Apr 2019
Note 24 : My 100th poem
Vic Apr 2019
Is this a celebration,
Or eternal death?
Is this a good thing,
Or an internal war?
Writing so much more,
The best filtered out.
But the poems never shown,
Maybe the best of all.
If poems are sometimes,
Actually true feelings
They will not be seen,
Because we cannot be honest
A poem every day.
228 · Dec 2019
Note 287:
Vic Dec 2019
...                                                              ­    




empty




                                              ­                  ...
A poem every day
27-12-19
228 · Aug 2019
Note 144:
Vic Aug 2019
Why are we still here?
Just to paint others hair?
Hehe
Idk sorry my inspiration is gone
A "poem" every day
227 · Nov 2019
Dear [Deadname,] (7)
Vic Nov 2019
Dear {Deadname,}
Hi, it's me again. I just... I needed to write. I feel like I'm losing you, if I ever had you. You feel like a stranger to me, like somebody I used to know. It's like you're here, but you've dissapeared. Maybe that's because I am, in fact, losing you. Maybe that's because you're losing yourself in this place. Or, we're not losing anything. I don't know, And I want to figure it out but I don't know how to do that. I want to get to know you. I thought I did, but recently the world's been changing a lot, you know? We're all a little lost, and I know I need you here. You're mine, I know that, that's more than I could ever ask for already, but still.. It just doesn't feel right, and I wanna make it right. I don't know how, but maybe you can help me out. I'm sorry. I really am. For not knowing how to love you, or for not knowing how to help you. I wanna be there for you, but I feel like I'm failing. As a person, a brother, a boyfriend, a son. I'm falling, but maybe you can help me up?
Forever yours
Sincerely, Me
227 · Apr 2019
Get out of my mind.
Vic Apr 2019
You've already been in there for way too long.
please?
226 · May 2019
Note 47: Yeah, Cool
Vic May 2019
I don't have a choice anyways.
A poem every day.
225 · Sep 2019
Note 169:
Vic Sep 2019
Anxiety and hapiness
but like
mixed together
A "poem" every day.
225 · Oct 2019
All I wanna know, for ever.
Vic Oct 2019
I don't know how or why,

But who am I that I should get to              ~hold                        you?


All I've ever known is how to hold my own                                                  
But now I wanna hold you, too.                        


You hold me tight,

And there's                                                          ­                            
    s u n l i g h t                                        
All around me.

You make me forget how dark the world gets sometimes.

Promise me                                                               ­                                   


the                      w­ i n d                                      


Will never change on us

As long as we stay with eachother,                              

It
will      
always                
be                                    
like                                                  

this
I love you
224 · Dec 2019
Note 278:
Vic Dec 2019
My apologies, for not writing the way I used to. I've said it a lot, but still. Writing changed me as a person, and a big part of my life. Yet, I can't find the strength to write anymore. I'm sorry for that. I try to keep up with everything at a pace that's not too slow to fall behind, but not fast. It's just not working out. I need to figue stuff out and find inspiration. When I had to do that, writing was my escape, now it's a burden. I want to keep writing, but it's getting a little harder every day. This is not a goodbye. Hopefully y'all understand it a bit better now. I'll try my best.
Sincerely, GSG
A poem every day
18-12-19
224 · Jul 2019
Note 107:
Vic Jul 2019
Just a lil stressy and depressy is all
A "poem" every day.
223 · Nov 2019
The world
Vic Nov 2019
I would give you the entire world,
But you are my world.

There's nothing more to say
223 · Dec 2019
Note 262:
Vic Dec 2019
I have lost my ability to write.
And with that, I lost a part of myself
A poem every day.
02-12-19
223 · May 2019
Note 73: What if?
Vic May 2019
What if
I just
Don't
Post
Something
For
3
Months

Y eah no
A poem every day.


(Sorry but I forgot to post so this was randomly made up, it's trash but it's something.)
222 · Aug 2019
Note 161:
Vic Aug 2019
DEH but "Anybody have a map" is called "Distressed moms and connor finished the milk"
A "poem" every day.
222 · Oct 2019
Myth
Vic Oct 2019
Orpheus has Eurydice.
And I ask you,
Will you be that for me?

Together, we can feel.
We don't have to be a myth,
It can be real.
I'd walk to Hadestown and back for you, mon amour.
222 · Sep 2019
Dream
Vic Sep 2019
I don't want to write, or do anything else. I have energy, but a lack of motivation. I don't care about my words anymore, they're just sentences smacked together. I want to dream. Just lucid dream, until the sun rises for the 5th time. Until you'll be mine.
220 · May 2019
Note 58: Self-pity
Vic May 2019
Is having self-pity
So much different than lying?
A poem every day.
220 · Apr 2019
Where Are
220 · Jan 2019
Home.
Vic Jan 2019
Some people
Make you
Feel
Like
Home,
Even in the
Middle
Of
Nowhere.
Just a little thing i wrote, kinda bad
220 · Sep 2019
It's true.
Vic Sep 2019
I just want to be the one, to speak her name as mine.
I've written this line so many times. So many different ways. I guess I just want his name now.
219 · Aug 2019
Note 160:
Vic Aug 2019
Oh ****,
no teacher in the classroom
A "poem" every day.
219 · Sep 2020
Note 460:
Vic Sep 2020
Cubicles - My Chemical Romance

It's the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone
So I'll spend my time with strangers
A condition and its terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it's coming to a close
We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
And pin-****** in the velvet catch our fall
But you don't work here anymore
Its just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone
I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, live and breathe and die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, I'd think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
Just take, I think I'd love to die
Me down, I think I'd love to die
Just take, I think I'd love to die
Me down, I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone, I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone, live and breathe and die alone
I think I'd love to die alone, I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone
A poem every day
19/6/20
219 · Sep 2019
To you.
Vic Sep 2019
To all the kids from 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, and all the others who were told they're to young to be a poet.

To all the theatre kids who can't sing but do it anyway

To all the people who post vines, memes and jokes on here.

To all the people who post poems while they're in class, or in the middle of the night.

To all the people who are open and proud about their sexuality and gender.

To all the closeted people who still post poetry about it.

To all the people who quote songs, movies and musicals.

To all the people who post the conversations they have with their friends.

To all the people who were told they're bad at writing, bur do it anyway because they like to.

To all the people who are unsure about their writing.

To all the people who support all these kind strangers online.

To all the people who support all poetry, no matter what gender/age/sexuality the person has that wrote it.

To all the artists that wanted to try something new.

To all the people who have known this site for years.

To all the people who are new here.

To every poet I haven't called out,

You make this community even better. I love you.
Y'all are amazing and valid, I love you.
219 · Apr 2019
Note 45: Sorry
Vic Apr 2019
Not so sorry
A poem every day.
219 · Dec 2019
Note 288:
Vic Dec 2019
I'm supposed to be healthy.

I work out daily,
My eating habits are normal,
I'm physically healthy,
My grades can be fixed,
My mental health is becomming better,
I'm in a loving, non-toxic relationship,
The connection to my family is alright,
I'm close with my friends.
I have a lot of hobby's and interests
I don't feel empty most of the time.

Why, Why, Do I Not Feel Okay?
A poem every day
28-12-19

c'mon brain, be smart, think of things brain, c'mon
218 · Aug 2019
Note 146:
Vic Aug 2019
Woosh woosh
The floor is gone
I love remodeling
A "poem" every day.
217 · Nov 2019
Note 242:
Vic Nov 2019
One
Day
More
A poem every day.
12-11-19
217 · Aug 2019
Note 158:
Vic Aug 2019
MISTER JACKSON
OWOWOWOWOWOWO
A "poem" every day.


( It's a musical, you know me)
216 · Apr 2019
Note 34: My muse
Vic Apr 2019
"I'm a poet, and you'll be my muse." He said.
"Only if I can spend an eternity with you." She said.
But she didn't know the blossom flowers could die
A poem every day.
216 · Jan 2019
That one damn smile.
Vic Jan 2019
Some people
Make you feel like home
In their arms
You can pretend you don't have
Those feelings
For that person
With that eyes
And that face
And that voice
That feels good

Even if you barely know them
It doesn't matter what they do
They are safe
They are every good feeling in this world
They are love
In their arms
You can escape
Escape reality
For a few seconds
Because you are
Comfortable
Safe
Home
Even if you can't
Can't love them
If you aren't supposed to

But it's something about
That one person
Those eyes
Hiding everything i want
Like nothing else
Those lips
Have that thing that just
Makes me want to kiss them
Like nobody else
That hair
And the way it flicks around her pretty face
In a messy ponytail

You can act like it isn't there
And make everyone believe it
Yoú can believe it, convince yourself
But still
I just want
Her
Those eyes staring in mine
Those lips making out with me
That hair to be played with by my fingers
That i was the one to touch her cheekbones
To be the one to speak her name as mine

Just for
Her
All i ever wanted
You have felt the same
Haven't you

But
You
Can't
Feel
Like
home
There
idk
215 · Apr 2019
Don't cry
Vic Apr 2019
The most important rule is
Don't ever cry, no matter what.
You're vunerable.
And you can't be vunerable in front of someone,
Not even yourself
You'll lose yourself.
Because as soon they see that they can break you
It'll drag you down so far you'll never get up
And if you don't show
You're balancing on the edge of the well
And the people who ask why you always look so sad
Are the ones that push you.
Rule number one.
215 · Apr 2019
Note 43: Piramid
Vic Apr 2019
My
Feelings
Are stacked
Up like a huge
Piramid of emotions
A poem every day.
215 · Nov 2019
Note 240:
Vic Nov 2019
Why?
Why...
WHY!
why


why me
A poem every day.
10-11-19
Vic Oct 2019
Hey folks,                                                           ­                                   

                            ­                        Begging your pardon?


            Die                                      ­                      
                               You're all
                                gonna        

Die                                                          ­                        

    You're all gonna
                                                           ­                                     Die



                   ­    The whole being dead thing...                                              


You're
doomed
E n j o y the
sining
And if I hear your C e l l p h o n e
ringing

I'll                      ****                  yo­u              m y s e l f




The whole ~"Being dead"~ thing.

G                                               Brutal truth,                                                
I                                          Hitlist,             ­                                     
A                                     Christmas,                                        
N                                   Triscuits,                                      
T                               Statistics.                                
SNAKE                                                           ­                           



Every show I do like a TON of
c   o   k   e

Jesus, pass the
d   r   a   m   a   m   i   m   e


Bla                                                         ­                                                Bla
Bible
Jesus
M
A
G
I
*C




Seriously though, this is a (show?) about
DEATH


And on a certain date, the universe kills you.
That's the thing with life
No-one makes it out alive



God I hope you're ready for a
(Show?) about
Death.


                                                I do this ******* like eight times a week,
You're gonna be fine.                            



God I hope you're ready                                                            ­                  
for a (show?) about



                                                        ­                                           DEATH
Don't end yourself, Defend yourself
215 · May 2019
Never really me
Vic May 2019
A poem always reminds you of something,
Doesn't matter what it is.
But when I show you my writings,
Give me your opinion,
Instead of telling me whatever it reminds you of.
The poems I write,
In your eyes are something I could truly never be.
But if I show you something,
The way how I feel,
Why can it never be really me?
Yup
214 · Sep 2019
Note 170:
Vic Sep 2019
"So how are ya?"

Fine, I guess. I've been feeling really good and rlly happy the past weeks, but I'm so anxious. Like everything I built will just collapse and make me fall in a dark hole again. I actually didn't self-harm for over a month, so I'm kinda proud of myself.
A "poem" every day.
214 · Nov 2019
Note 258:
Vic Nov 2019
I'm not okay
And I need you to stay
But you keep going away
But I'll try another day
A poem every day.
28-11-19

Don't we love stupid rhymes
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