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gray Dec 2021
Ophelia’s swinging herself across her lake
The salt of the water is hitting my face. Can she leave?
Can’t she go? I’m fed up with the artificial show.
Female insanity, that’s me.
If I die today I’ll make it pretty.
i wrote this whilst drunk so its literally the worst thing ive ever written, idk how to be more sophisticated tbh
3am
gray Nov 2018
3am
there's something about the number 3
that makes me wonder why
you left me
at 3am
on the sunday of my brother's
funeral.

i guess you wanted
all of my pain to happen
in just one day.

how thoughtful.
ignorant of my feelings are we?
gray Nov 2018
I just want our love to be as infinite as the night sky.
how nice that would be
gray Nov 2018
roses are red
violets are blue
you may not know me
but I love you.

sunflowers are yellow
daisies are white
your whole being illuminates me
like a torch in the night.

hydrangeas are purple
orchids are green
I love your smile and your eyes
and everything in between.
my love comes in many colours, but it'll never be black and white.
gray Nov 2018
I sit here, sit here all day.
I watch all the people laugh and play.
I feel my jealousy rising from within.
And in the end, it always wins.

My envy towards their happy smiles.
Their joy running for hundreds of miles.
And I feel my chest tighten, a few tears escape.
And around me everything loses its shape.

The world turns black, then red, then green.
I feel anger and sadness and everything in between.
My heart is hammering, but making no sound.
And everything melts away into the background.

Because you still haunt me,
Because you still daunt me,
Because of how much pain you caused me.

Because of the calls,
Because of the brawls,
Because I met my final fall.

My heart is shattered, can't be rescued.
But I know I'd still run back to you.
you're like my beacon, i don't want you, but i always run back to you.
gray Aug 2021
There's no air in the lungs; no space to scream.
Fog climbing the throat, you can barely breathe.
Vision is messy, heartbeat is loud, your brain
is being choked and you can't make a sound.

A timer is ticking but there is no alarm:
no end goal, no consequence, no evil, no harm.
yeah
gray Nov 2018
He remembers the lights dancing around in his vision.
He remembers the hot, sticky air clinging to his lungs.
He remembers the pounding of the bass ricocheting through his brain.

But that's all.

I remember the way he held me close like I was his most prized possession.
I remember his hand gripped on my waist, protecting me from everything.
I remember dancing with his arms wrapped around me, enveloping me into a safe haven.

But I guess that's what happens when you're in a lying state.
1st November 2018
gray Nov 2018
remember when you cared?
yeah, me neither.
short and not so sweet.
gray Nov 2018
it's hurt me.
it's burned me.
it's metaphorically killing me.

it's struck me.
it's stabbed me.
it's feeling like I've lost me.

it's twisted me.
it's changed me.
it's turned me into a different me.

it's destroyed me.
it's ended me.
just look what you've done to me.
he doesn't care, does he?
gray Nov 2020
long black hair and white pale skin
piercing eyes whilst sipping gin.
don't know what's happening but let's begin
our story.

flashing lights and thumping bass
I can't even feel my face.
I feel like I'm going into
dangerous territory.

now your putting your number in my phone
and saying that you need a lift home
but I can't see and my head
is blurry.

but you look so good so i give in
not knowing what's going to happen, not thinking
we jump in the car and begin
our journey.

we're driving fast through the hillside
then some lorry comes past and hits the side
of my car.
i dont even know where this came from; I was penning som lyrics down for a song I'm working on but decided that maybe it suited a poem more,butas I was writing it may have went a bit, um, dark?
gray Nov 2018
9pm I miss you.
10pm I need you.
11pm I hate you.
12am I loathe you.
1am I despise you.
2am I resent you.
3am I miss you.
4am I need you.
5am everything happened because of you.
just a daily reminder that your ex should stay your ex, they already ****** up letting you go.
gray Nov 2018
she's breaking.

her heart has been torn to shreds and the remnants are scattered across the floor.
her thoughts are swimming into treacherous waters infested with sharks.
her soul is shattered and is piercing her skin bringing her delicious pain.

he's breaking.

his heart is being strung together by the hope of someone giving him time and love.
his thoughts are hooked onto the idea of a shining light saving him.
his soul is so pure and vulnerable that not even demons could poison him.

they're both breaking.
and they both need to break each other's fall.
inspired by me and my boyfriend's story.
gray Nov 2018
there's this one person who just,
understands me.
there's this one person who just,
connects with me.

there's this one human who just,
gets me.
there's this one human who just,
feels me.

there's this one girl who just,
beats the rest.
there's this one girl who's just,
better than the rest.

meet my bestfriend.
this girl has been there for me since i was 11, and nothing could drive us apart.
gray Nov 2018
i really wish that I had you here with me,
that you weren't hundreds of miles away.

i really wish that I could talk to you right now,
that you weren't 8 hours behind me.

i really wish I could hug you and listen to your heartbeat,
that I wasn't just imagining your voice speaking to me.

i really wish that you come here soon,
that I can finally kiss you

and say
i love you.
criss, if you see this, i care about you a heck of a lot
gray Nov 2018
loving you was
...complicated.

i was drunk off your affection and those times when
you held me close and whispered sweet nothings in my ear
and when we would stay up to midnight finishing the christmas film in march.

but here's the thing about alcohol
...it burns.

i was stung by your selfishness and those times when
you pushed me away because you felt like i was nothing
and when we would stay up to midnight fighting because i caught you with that girl. again.

here's the thing about you and alcohol
...you're both addicting.
**** you would never guess what's happened! me and my boyfriend broke up. it's ridiculous how much someone tells you how much they care for you and then they throw you to the side once they're bored. so all i have to say is ******* boo, hope you have a great life ;)
gray Dec 2018
watch me fall into your arms
even though they're made of thorns
all i can smell are the flowers.

watch me break down my walls
even though they're made of titanium
all i can see is hope.

watch me drown in your eyes
even though they're made of fire
all i can feel is the warmth.
guess what? i wrote in french class again! but i was listening to Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots this time. It's a good song, I suggest listening to it.
gray Nov 2020
Just because there's a flash doesn't mean that I'm blinded,
I see through the cash and the cars, I'm almost excited to
learn about why you hide behind the fame.
When you could use what you know to illuminate the way
for change.

But it was never for them, for us, or even you.
Just fill the void with powder and a drink that'll do.
Because the awards stay shiny and praise keeps coming,
the only thing you lost was your sense of belonging.
gray Nov 2018
i was fire.
flames licking at my heart
burning me inside out.

i was fire.
heat spreading through my veins
flickering in my soul.

i was fire.
smoke clogging my lungs
extinguished by your ice.
also written in french class, because nothing makes sense no more
gray Nov 2018
me
+
you
=
a beautiful disaster
i hate everything
gray Jul 2021
Take me to the place I know.
The lake that looks cold, where the wind stings your skin.
Take me there, away from here. Away from
saltine tears and diminishing reality.

Take me to the place I think I know.
The cliff by the sea, where the waves crash loudly.
Take me there, take me anywhere.

I don't even know what is reality.
gray Nov 2018
i like to think of goddesses.
they're pretty cool if you ask me.
i'm obsessed with three main ones in particular:

nyx- goddess of the night.
selene- goddess of the moon.
asteria- goddess of the stars.

and yes, they are from Greek 'mythology'.
but i don't see anything mythological about them.

so maybe you might think that Asteria riding across the sky with a chariot of the moon is a little, unusual.
and maybe you think that it's weird how there are different beings controlling different things.
perhaps it's the idea that history has told you that all of this ideology is made up.

and you can think that.
but i don't want to.

because i find safety in the fact that i have my full devotion in several beings, all taking charge of all aspects of my life.

it's quite liberating actually.
not a poem, but more like a little rant about what i believe in, and how i don't care how strange it sounds to anyone else.
gray Nov 2018
you can stand and watch, spectate it all
but you will see my final fall.
i'll break and cry, fall to my knees
my eyes will find yours, begging please.
and when i land, i'll fall apart
and it's all because you broke my heart.
written in french class, cause i don't understand verbs
gray Nov 2018
I say I love you.
But really?
I love to break you.
i was a toy for him to play with his.
gray Nov 2018
i've always had this fascination
with the way the waves move in the great big ocean.
and i've always wanted a close relation
with someone who shares my love and devotion.

because there's something about my affection
towards the sea and its attraction.
and it might just be my imagination
but are we in this situation?

where we both have this love for the ocean
and it might be the symbol of our devotion
and I guess we both have the option
to give the sea our source of attraction.

but I don't care, it's our notion.
that our love is not a fiction
and that everything we do is down to our relation
and not just because of our ****** attraction.
i don't really know where i was going with this honestly.
gray Nov 2018
I glance at you from across the room,
your eyes full of life, but your mind full of gloom.
I just want to say "hey!" and make you feel better,
but would it be easier in a love letter?

Now I'm not some romantic who'll fall at your knees,
but I am one of those girls who pray, please!
Because I wish I had you; I wish you were mine,
and there's never moment you're not on my mind.

Everything about you is easy to love,
your favourite colour is green and you wish on white doves.
You may be quirky, but I find that sweet.
But you'll stay with her, and that's fine by me.
just because she has everything she wants, doesn't mean she can give you everything you want.
gray Nov 2018
i really miss those days when
i would lay in your arms and listen to your heartbeat
and breathe in your cologne.

i really miss those times when
we would sing along to the radio at the top of our lungs
on the way to the beach for a picnic.

i really miss those hours when
we would stay up to 3am to see the stars
and take stupid pictures together.

i really miss those months when
i spent every minute i could with you because
i knew time was running out for you.

and time ran out.
i miss you, idiot.
gray Feb 2019
my heart is pounding
my hands are shaking.
my mind is spinning
my tears are leaking.
my pen touches the paper
the ink drips again.
reminding me
they're all the same, these men.
my laptop is back, and i'm still a kid with depression
gray Nov 2018
I thought I loved you.
I really did.
But when the bittersweet smell of roses and sweat hit my nose,
I could only feel the thorns.

I thought I loved you.
I swear it's true.
But you came barreling into my life,
I just, took the bull by its horns.

I thought I loved you.
But my soul was tired.
And now my heart is broken,
because it lost your touch; it mourns.

I thought I loved you.
But I fell so in love with the idea of loving someone,
I forgot that you weren't even mine.
it's so funny that the one you love the most hurts you the most
gray Nov 2018
you can beat me blue
you can kick me down the avenue
but i would still run back to you.

you can hurt me here
you can cause me tears
but darling, you're my puppeteer.

you can call me things
you can cut my wings
but i know that you always win.

you can tell me your mine
toast on some wine
but we both know we've run out of time.
even the most beautiful of creatures held the darkest secrets
gray Nov 2018
It kinda ***** how
I'm sitting here writing a poem about how
I feel. And how
nothing ever seems right to me.

It kinda ***** how
my head is currently spinning in circles and how
my face feels tight from my dried tears.

It kinda ***** how
my inexplicable anger is taking over my body, how
it messes with my exams and social life and how
I push away the people I need the most.

It kinda ***** how
today is just never my day.

It's never my day.
i apologise to everyone I freaked at today
gray Nov 2018
i wanted someone to give the world to,
but all I got given was a cheating *****.
well i have no creativity right now so voila
gray Nov 2018
i could tell you all the things i love about you.

but i could just say

your everything.
your everything inspires me
gray Nov 2018
her eyes looked liked oceans were trapped there:
stormy and tortured
beautiful and captivating.

her was like ribbons running down her face:
smooth and flowing
stunning and graceful.

her smile was like flowers blooming in the Spring:
sweet and adorable
amazing and loved.

everything about her was lightning:
scary and sharp
intriguing and electric.
inspired by my bestfriend, who's been through o much that she deserves a poem about her.
gray Dec 2018
if i kick and shout and scream
it's my way of showing jealousy
off seeing her with you
and me
without you.
earlier this week, i was looking through my old room and found this, dated back to when i was 12. looks like 12 year old me had some issues.
gray Feb 2019
i remember those nights when we used to sing
along to the cd we bought on a whim.
and i remember those times when we used to smile
whilst sitting on the beach which stretched for miles.
and i remember those hours when we used to cry
at 3am about our lives.
but you have probably forgotten; what else can i do?
i was just another girl who fell in love with you.
i haven't felt the need to write as i do now
gray Nov 2018
so you may not be the kinda guy
who'll sit there and hug me as i cry.
and you might not even find
the whole idea of being consoling remotely kind.

so you may not be the kinda guy
who'll pop around and just pop by.
and you might not even find
that when i accuse you of something that you're tongue-tied.

and now i know you're not the kinda guy
who'll sing with me to fireflies.
and i can't believe i didn't find
that you didn't care about me, i turned a blind eye.
whilst studying an inspector calls by JB Priestley, i found Sheila and Gerald's relationship a pretty good muse for some poetry. so here it is: a poem written from Sheila Birling's point of view towards her ex-fiance, Gerald Croft.
gray Nov 2018
you would look at her face and think
she's got a perfect life.
but the thing is
she's
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i hate falling.
gray Nov 2018
love is a lemon- bitter and sweet
and chaos is a friend of mine.
anger's bottled up inside of me
and tonight is an endless night.

i love a good blanket of flowers
and life is just a mere dream.
i always sense the smell of fear
but maybe it's my cloudy memory.

i don't understand my moral compass
and i often get cold feet.
i really love the sweet smell of success,
now run away and tell the marines.
i don't realise how much i use metaphors in my actual conversations.
gray Nov 2018
I think you're mistaken.
I care about loving and the heart of another.
I need to make up for the loss of attention from my mother.
I think you're mistaken.
No one could ever love me.
How could they when I was abandoned at three?
I think you're mistaken.
Your mind is blind.
You think I'm cruel and ruthless and I'll give you no time.
I think you're mistaken.
You don't know me well.
Because I'm confined to this space, trapped in a spell.
I think you're mistaken.
I'm antisocial because I'm 'glued' to my phone?
Well, it's not my fault I'm always alone.

Alone.
no one can see past his armour when he has the toughest guards around.
gray Nov 2018
i'd rather be dead
than be played by you again.

i'd rather be dead
than listen to your ******* again.

i'd rather be dead
than hear you fake apologies.

i'd rather be dead
than let myself fall for you again.
i miss my ignorance
gray Mar 2020
having to sit in room of noise
trying to fit in, trying to smile.
they keep on talking "how's this, how's that?"
i want them to stop, i don't know anymore.
they're talking about nonsense and trying to talk to me.
why are they talking to me.
i'm in the pastoral room at school and my head of year and counsellor are sorting out something and trying to talk to me. it is nt fun
gray Nov 2018
I really liked the idea of you and me together.
but turns out, I also
really liked the idea of being hurt and humiliated in the worse way possible.

I hate you and your
fake *** lies.
people are poison
gray Nov 2018
their passion was red
a ball of fire encasing them in their own world.

their love was orange
a feeling of warmth and security brought them close.

their minds were yellow
a continuous loop of positivity and prosperity flowed between the two.

their thoughts were green
a field of images from the future and the growth of their relationship.

their future was blue
a vast ocean of love and loyalty.

their child was indigo
a mixture between the love and sadness of society.

their life was violet
often mistaken for a darker colour.
their love is a cascade of colours.
gray Nov 2020
"It's a lonely world" a Girl did cry. She wept
and wept until Her tears ran dry.
Eyes were burning, still pained from the salt
"It's not worth it" spiralling Her thoughts.

What could She do? There's nought more left-
No bread nor jam nor time to rest.
Not a friend or foe besides Herself, not a place to sit,
not even dust on the shelf.

She sits there in quiet, interrupted by Her fears
because She knows She can't hold them back-
those dreaded saltine tears.
sometimes to process how i'm feeling in my own mental health, it's best to place it into a narrative situation and see how it plays out. i really like this one!
gray Dec 2018
merci.
mon monstre.
haha i'm not failing my french exams
gray Nov 2018
i like silence.
i like silence because.
i like silence because it.
i like silence because it helps.
i like silence because it helps my.
i like silence because it helps my creativity.
i like silence because it helps my.
i like silence because it helps.
i like silence because it.
i like silence because.
i like silence.
i can hear my thought in silence, than the lords.
gray Nov 2018
a cloud is everywhere.
it's consuming me and drowning my mind.
it's suffocating me and making my vision blurry.
it's encasing me and forcing my body to convulse.
a cloud is everywhere.

and i can't escape it.
the final poem today written in french class. today has been a messy and emotiional day, but three poems that i'm pretty proud of have been produced. also,i went to the xmas light switch on in my town today and i'm just chilling with my ribena and wet hair, doing my drama homework.
gray Nov 2018
i have this strange fascination with space;
it's infinite.
there's so much left to find;
it's mysterious.
all these natural phenomena broaden my mind;
it's inspiring.
and yet, no one really understands it;
it's confusing.

i have this strange fascination with the ocean;
it's infinite.
there's so much left to find;
it's mysterious.
all these creatures broaden my mind;
it's inspiring.
and yet, no one really understands it;
it's confusing.

i have this fear of the unknown;
it's terrifying.
there's so much no one knows;
it's unsettling.
all of this mystery makes my heart hammer;
it's petrifying.
and yet, i still love the ocean and space;
it's amazing.
is it bad i actually feel a connection with the moon?
gray Nov 2018
just
the thought
of you makes
me hate the world
a little less than i
did a month ago.
im glad you're here
gray Nov 2018
I wish that we could run away
just to a little place
where everything is all okay.
once again, creativity is all gone
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