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315 · May 2019
Note 53: Scary
Vic May 2019
I can be scary if I want to.
Chase you in your nightmares,
Or hide under your bed.
I can cut your throat or slide your wrists,
I can summon a demon or
I could set you on fire.
But if I really want to torture you,
I'll love you,
Until we meet again...

~~

Say hi to Satan from me
A poem every day.
313 · Dec 2020
Note 543:
Vic Dec 2020
The world just winked at me
When the trees turned white
And the air turned blue
But my nose stayed red
You're glowing too
My breath evaporates
In a cloud of emptiness
Like the thoughts in my head
Baby, we're a mess
But the world is smiling at us
A poem every day
10/9/20
313 · Apr 2019
Note 43: Piramid
Vic Apr 2019
My
Feelings
Are stacked
Up like a huge
Piramid of emotions
A poem every day.
312 · Sep 2019
Silver
Vic Sep 2019
You are my dearest posession,
The one I keep in a locket around my neck.
But you see, the thing is-
No matter how beautiful the locket is,
I'm still allergic to silver.
Facts. I'm still going to wear it though, **** my skin.
Vic Jan 2020
I fell in love with my best friend a while ago,
And I scraped my knees while falling.

I haven't fully recovered yet.
It still hurts a lot.

Falling hurts,
Especially falling on a stone road.

I like being in love,
Just not when I'm able to.

I know she doesn't want me,
I've made peace with that already.

Sometimes I wonder,
Does she know that I exist?

I never really fell out of love,
I learned to ignore it.

It's like she's charming me with magic,
A little more magic every day.

I fell in love with my best friend a while ago,
And it still hurts a bit.
How can I not be in love with my short, brown-curled, blue-eyed, everything-at-once friend?
Love *****
311 · 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
311 · May 2019
Note 65: Gone
Vic May 2019
The evil in your life will only go,
Once all the good has left.
A poem every day.
310 · Apr 2019
Monster
Vic Apr 2019
Don't turn your back to the darkness.
What you'll see in the light is far worse.
310 · Aug 2019
Note 151:
Vic Aug 2019
I'm a general,
WhHhHHheEEeeeeEeee
A "poem" every day
310 · May 2019
Note 68: English class
Vic May 2019
The teacher said:
"Today we're going to write poetry."
And my brain did:
KkwfneqweHDYXNndmnhp398475iwr73cyx feha

what is wrong with me
A poem every day.
Vic Sep 2019
You probably didn't expect a poem from me,
Did you?
Well, I just wanted to say thanks.
Do you remember that one English class, where you read some of my poetry? You almost cried.
I wanted to quit writing at that point.
You made me realise that I had a 'Talent'
No, it was more of an 'undeveloped skill'
If it wasn't for you,
I probably wouldn't have been writing now.
And I'm glad I'm still writing,
Because it saved my life.
So, uh, yeah. Thank you
Makes no sense yee yee
309 · Sep 2019
Note 186:
Vic Sep 2019
Hug me, hold me tight.
With you, I will say goodbye
A "poem" every day.
309 · Jul 2019
Note 107:
Vic Jul 2019
Just a lil stressy and depressy is all
A "poem" every day.
308 · Jan 2020
Note 319:
Vic Jan 2020
I don't love you - MCR

Well, when you go
So never think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
When after all this time that you still owe
You're still a good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Baby, get out while you can
When you go
And would you even turn to say
I don't love you like I did yesterday
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay
And after all the blood that you still owe
Another time was just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Baby, get up while you can
When you go
And would you even turn to say
I don't love you like I did yesterday
Well, come on, come on
When you go
Would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday"
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday
A poem every day.
28-01-2020
306 · May 2019
Note 51: Alone
Vic May 2019
And I'm here again,
Standing alone in the hallway.
Is my company not enough for you?
Are my laughs not pure enough for you?
Am I worthless to you when I'm alone?
Do I not fulfill your expectations?
Can you please tell me what's going on?
I'll feel alone with a reason.
A poem every day
303 · Jul 2019
Note 128:
Vic Jul 2019
So uh yeah,
Idk what to post.
Have a great day/night/whatever
Love you
A "poem" every day
303 · 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.
302 · 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
302 · Oct 2019
Wait (for it, maybe?)
Vic Oct 2019
My Theodosia,


Love                                                                                       Life­

    doesn't                                                                   
         discriminate                                  

Between the
Sinners~
and the
~Saints


It        

                        takes

and it
  
                       takes

and it
  
                          takes

And we keep

loving                                                       ­                living

a n y w a y s



we


Laugh and we cry                                                           Rise and we fall

And
we
break

And we make our mistakes.

And If there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it.


wait for it                                                           

wait for it

                                                            ­                    wait for it

Mom,
Dad,
Grandpa.

When they died, they left no instructions,
just a
legacy
to protect.

(What is a legacy?)

Hamilton's pace is relentless,
But some day he'll be tired.
And the only thing the world will hear,
Is a gunshot being fired.

...

wait..!

...
If I waited just a bit longer, I'd seen the world was wide enough, for both Hamilton and me.
301 · Jul 2019
Note 126:
Vic Jul 2019
The past month,
I noticed something.
Everything makes me so tired.
I don't post poems anymore,
I don't write anymore.
Can't think of new stories to write,
All the colour is gone.
Things are made up at the spot,
Too worthless to deny.
I'm trying to control it.
The world is silently passing by.
A "poem" every day
301 · Feb 2019
Full
Vic Feb 2019
Mind is full of words
Nothing fits
When I write
The're gone
How can you do this to me
It's magical
300 · 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
300 · Oct 2019
Non-Stop
Vic Oct 2019
War    -    New York
War    -    New York

After the war,
I went back to New York.

Studies, Law.
Practice Law.

                                                           ­           B
                                                    ­      M
                                                I
       ­                                 L
Alexander Hamilton began to       C                                

How to account for his rise to the   Top?
Man, the man is...
Non-Stop

Are you aware that we're making History.?          
(history has it's eyes on us)                                                

Why
N       ­                                    do                           ­                    N
O                                          ­ you                                             O
N                                      assume                                            N
-                                        you're                                             -
S           ­                                the                              ­                 S
T                                       smarte­st                                         T
O                   ­                        in                                       ­        O
P                                           the                                              P
                         ­              room? (where it happened)

Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Ev'ry day you fight, like you're running out of time.

Non-stop

I practiced law,                                          
                  ­               I practically
                                      perfected it

I
was
chosen
for
the
C o n s t i t u t i o n a l   c o n v e n t i o n


Alexander?                                                   ­                                       
                         ­                                                            Aaron burr, sir.
It's the middle of the night.                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                        Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?                                                          ­                
                                                ­                    Yes, and it's important to me.
What do you need?                                                            ­                
                                                      Burr, you're a better lawyer than me.
Okay.              

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed
For the notion of a nation we now get to build
For once in your life, take a stand with pride
I don't understand how you stand to the side

w a i t   f o r   i t

Sailing > London.
Write
A n g e l i c a

The fact that you're alive is a miracle,
Just stay alive, that would be  e n o u g h.

25-5-29-51

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write ev'ry second you're alive?


Treasury                             or                                    State


I have to leave                              
                         Alexander...


Look around, Look around
H e l p l e s s
He will never be statisfied
That would be  e n o u g h
History has it's eyes on you

I AM NOT THROWING AWAY
MY SHOT






So what did I miss?
Have you read this?
299 · 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
298 · 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
298 · 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.
297 · Jan 2020
Note 292:
Vic Jan 2020
Ah yes,
A new year to completely **** up.
I promised myself I wouldn't drink the next half decade.
I failed within the first three minutes
Happy new year
A poem every day
1-1-2020
297 · May 2019
Note 59: Yup
Vic May 2019
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.
295 · Apr 2019
Note 30: Laughter
Vic Apr 2019
I heard you laugh
And I wish I was a part of it
A poem every day.
295 · Sep 2019
Note 177:
Vic Sep 2019
I sent you a letter,
To explain the way I feel, and the rest.
And I don't exactly remember what I wrote,
But that's probably for the best.
A "poem" every day.



I could have explained it so much better, so much different. And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
294 · Sep 2019
Title
Vic Sep 2019
"He's either a madman or a poet."

"Can't I be both?"

"You already are."
Late night conversations are weird yee yee
293 · 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.
291 · 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
290 · 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.
290 · Jan 2020
Note 315:
Vic Jan 2020
ʎɐʞo slǝǝɟ ƃuᴉɥʇou
punoɹɐ pǝddᴉlɟ puɐ
uʍop ǝpᴉsdn lǝǝɟ ᴉ
A poem every day.
24-01-2020
289 · Nov 2019
Note 253:
Vic Nov 2019
I
'
m

f
a
d
i
n
g



a

w

a

y
A poem every day.
23-11-19
288 · 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?
287 · Dec 2019
Butterfly
Vic Dec 2019
Graciously flies the butterfly
Through the morning sun and night
She picks the prettiest flowers in the field
With a touch so soft and light

Silently flies the butterfly
All across the garden
She keeps the flowers safe all day
She is their gatekeeper, their warden

Softly flies the butterfly
Tenderly she touches every flower
She'll never be tired of her company
She loves them every minute, every hour

Carelessly lands the butterfly
Right there on my shoulder
She looks at me as if to say;
"Don't ever grow older."
Every minute without you feels like an hour. Time is passing so slow with nothing to run on. I haven't aged a single day. It's meaningless without you.
Vic Apr 2019
You
Are My
Seemingly
Strange
Addiction
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #21
284 · Nov 2019
Note 240:
Vic Nov 2019
Why?
Why...
WHY!
why


why me
A poem every day.
10-11-19
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.
Vic Dec 2019
Dear G,

It's been a while since we last talked, although we've been messaging indirectly (like this) somehow. That's better than nothing, but still. Knowing that you remember me feels good, since I haven't passed a single day without thinking of you. At least I'm not invisible to you. Like I've said to myself to many times; Letting you go was one of the dumbest mistakes I ever made. It was my own mistake, and I'm sorry.
I can't explain why I left you (yet. someday I will) but I hope that that doesn't stop you from being amazing at what you're doing.
I think that the thing that hurts the most, is not knowing how you're actually doing. The only way I ever hear something from you is stuff on HelloPoetry and via anime memes on your instagram story. Looking at the poems you posted, you're doing better. I don't know if I should be happy or not with that. I probably should, I want you to be happy.
I'm not begging you to get back with me, be friends again or even talk to me. (There would be to much to discuss anyways) Hell, I'd never wanna see myself again. But still,  nothing ventured, nothing gained. Maybe, when you're ready, if you ever will be, or already are, consider it. Consider reviving what we had.

Sincerely, yours

Lillie
A poem every day
26-12-19

I'm sorry. If it doesn't **** you, just, call or text me? I'm not okay and you need a proper apology. Not like this.
283 · 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
282 · Dec 2019
Note 287:
Vic Dec 2019
...                                                              ­    




empty




                                              ­                  ...
A poem every day
27-12-19
281 · Oct 2019
Dear [Deadname], (5)
Vic Oct 2019
Hey. Here's another letter kinda thing. Been writing these a lot lately. In my mind, never on paper. I don't really know how to explain what I feel anymore. It's like, I have this sense of feeling? Like I know that they're here, but I just can't seem to find them? Like I can see someone else in front of me, while knowing that they are a person with feelings and thoughs, but not being able to recognise them. Not being able to see the person standing there. Like I can see all of it, but not knowing that it's there. It kinda scares me, in a way. Like I see myself, but not me. Like I see something I was, that people still see as me. I don't know anymore. I've been trying to get my feelings out, and I still am, I just don't succeed often. This is seemingly the only way to get out whatever I'm thinking or feeling. Which is a lot, but also nothing at the same time. I feel lost, so incredibly lost. The world's passing me by and I'm behind a ******* window trying to reach it, but I can't. I never did. I just taught people how to communicate with me through that stupid barrier. It never went away. But if people don't come close to you they won't notice that, so it's fine I guess. And then you came in and smashed the entire thing with a ******* hammer. I wasn't used to opening up to people, especially not people who understand. But, I'm glad I did, and glad that you are here to listen. I don't open up to people much. Been botteling these emotions since 2006, so it's hard to open the bottle now. But I'm trying, and I can't thank you enough for being there with me. Thank you, so much. I love you, bye.
Idk how to tag these anymore, enjoy
280 · 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.
Vic Oct 2019
Then you said;
"Chaos is better than an unknown peace."
So I have only one question right now.
Will you dive into the middle of the storm with me?
In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet,
For just a moment, a yellow sky.
Let there be all our chaos around us.
I'll be okay with you by my side.
Let it rush and stream,
Destroy everything and the wind flow.
We might only hear the quiet,
But we won't view the world through a window.
We'll be right in the middle of all there is,
And we won't need to hide it.
280 · Sep 2019
Note 197:
Vic Sep 2019
I really don't know anymore.
A "poem" every day.
Vic Sep 2019
I'm just gonna,
Be a poet?
And write you some cheesy stuff?
Is this how you do it?
This title is way too long but I do not give a ****
279 · Jan 2020
Sunshine
Vic Jan 2020
There are a lot of metaphors including sunshine.
Some of them are good,

But never good enough.

Dreams don't ever come true,
I've learned that in the past months.

Maybe wishing will do.

I could use a little sunshine now.
I'm sick, and cold, and lone.

That little sunshine used to be you.

I'm ******* lost, and for the first time
I don't actually know what to do.
Ray is a pretty name. It suits you.
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