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vonny Apr 2020
the mouse started off like any ordinary mouse

annoying, small, and persistent.

the nymph tried to take good care of him, and he was treasured to her.

the mouse came limping back to her, after his daily battle with the world

she nursed him back to health

as the nymph cared more for the little mouse, she spurted out pellets of blood and flowers

the mouse tried to stop her

but it was too late.
i wrote this about a my friend who i used to think i liked in that way. i wrote this after i realized i didn't really like him, and it was about what our hypothetical relationship might have been. and it obviously wasn't something i wanted.
vonny Apr 2020
the Terror was tall, the opposite of me

she growled out harsh, menacing truths

and spit at me with contempt

"nobody cares or gives any concern

towards your golden sadness trailing down your cheek

towards the frill and layers of emotion pouring from your pen

stop crying

stop writing."

she left me gritting my teeth and clenching my palms

but no tears would come

no words would come

the Terror had taken my weapon of sanity and destroyed it

which shattered me into ****** pieces on the ground
this was about fear that was instilled in me by one of my friends at the time, who was a narcissist.
vonny Jun 2020
"it's not right,
you're sick and depraved,
you don't know anything,
it's disgusting,"
is what they all shouted at me

i bit my tongue,
swallowed my blood,
hid my colors
but stood my ground

black and blue bruises
made me feel *****,
but i perservered,
despite the angel's cry

and suddenly all the beatings
turned into shoves
the slurs yelled at me
became "be proud!"

despite the sugarcoating
and the sudden change of heart
i saw through the false, white smiles
popularity creates lies
i wrote it about my anger about how little people cared about the lgbt community when it actually mattered a lot, and a lot of people are now pretending to have supported it all along for clout
vonny Apr 2020
On my nose
I want someone to love me
Despite how broken I am
Someone i can kiss
Love
Pine
Be sad
But so so so happy about
Someone who knows when i need validation
Or when I'm hurt

Maybe I'm living in monochrome
Because all I meet rarely possess the gift to fulfill my romantic imagination
And I am unsatisfied
Yet I have to hold on

Because there is hope
If I try
Maybe he or she won't be perfect
And they won't
But what will feel perfect is them and I
this is an old poem that i wrote a year ago. it was about the feeling of being a hopeless romantic with high expectations.
vonny Apr 2020
the girl in my dancing class has a secret

she's not good at hiding

i can tell quite well

she's fallen for him

and for a while now



the boy i eat ice cream with has a secret

i can also read his mind

his smile can't lie

he loves her too

oh what a joy



time passes with a veil of white

my heart is spilling with trite words

that speak every word of truth

she looks so happy

and so does he

why would anyone interfere upon two walking sunshine

but you see



she's given up dancing

so i dont see her as much

she wants to spend time with him

instead of focusing on silly stuff



he doesn't eat ice cream with me anymore

instead rather with her

he wants to grow a stronger connection

and i totally get it



watching the time grow old with grey hair and wrinkled skin

i've always been alone

if he loves her

what else can occur

then her loving him
i wrote this about two of my friends getting into a relationship. i was truly happy for them, but they didn't have as much time for me anymore, which i understood, but i still felt lonely.
vonny Apr 2020
Sunlight pours through a glass pane, filling the room with gentle warmth,

kissing my face.

and i know one truth.

i love you <3
happiness is great
vonny Apr 2020
stare at me like you normally do

as i shave clouds and silver linings from my sleep

glare at me, and i'll glare too

as you tear my heart and hopes, as i weep

no use of me crying

so you can keep lying

but when i look into your eyes

we both know your words aren't lies

hours spent, you crying on my shoulder

but when i cry back, you're suddenly colder

i would ask what's wrong

but you tell me already

it's been way too long

since you made me unsteady

i guess there's something to hate

even though i thought it was great

my confidence is destroyed

because you seemed annoyed

you know i am breakable

and you tear that down

tell me i'm not capable

then ask why i frown

what should i do?

i'm not that tough

should i hate you?

or me, because i'm not enough
i wrote this about two people. one was one of my very talented friends who was constantly stuck in the past, making it difficult to rely on her. the other person was one of my closest friends, who was a narcissist.
vonny Apr 2020
who was the girl with the short and dyed hair?

that was all everyone seemed to ever ask me

she had glory and glow that nothing could ever compare

one would have to blind to not see

she was the falling sunset that opened its heart

to the lovely couples on the hill 

due to her intense show she was always falling apart

but nothing could ever destroy her will

however she was bright and hard to look at

her struggles were awful hardships and full of pain

her glasses held her tears as she sat

and she filled her heart with a greed to gain

she wanted more and more and more

i wanted to be free

she always would ignore

the pitiful child that was me
i wrote this about this girl i was friends with who wasn't a good friend. she wasn't a bad person, in fact she was great, but she didn't care nearly enough about her current friends. she held onto the past a lot, and i overlooked these qualities because of her past experiences. i hope she's truly happy now, back in the past.
vonny Apr 2020
i've always felt the need to hold back from everything i do

but being with here with you, this time i don't really want to

i was always taught to never perform out on any wild desire

but when everything you say and do sets everything i feel on fire

i want to kiss you until our lips turn blue

kiss you until i lose my breath

i want to hold you until we're no longer two

hold you until our souls have met

the light of your eye is so divine it makes me cry

wouldn't it be so devine if we could stay here awhile
its basically about repressed ****** feelings
vonny Apr 2020
silence is golden

and that's why i am silver

i am second best

and i will open my mouth to speak 

the boy who will keep it all in

sugar and cinnamon escape my lips

the girl who cries alone

i will keep talking so she forgets her pain

words words words

that is all i can do

but when push comes to shove

how can i be quiet?

how can i stop talking?

when all i can do is help?

but my tongue has been sliced

there is blood in my mouth

i cannot speak

and i know that they will not want me

i am useless

and they will do what they've longed to do for a long time

they will leave
i wrote this about how my friendship/compliments/love is the only thing that defined me. at least that's how it felt with these two friends, a narcissist and another girl who was stuck in the past. either way, i constantly was comforting these two with words.

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