We met over video chat.
I thought you were pretty neat.
But then you stole my heart
And now it doesnt beat.
How dare you, with those ocean eyes
Hold my hand and take away my light
You made me feel so special
And now its always night.
I guess I'll be alone for ever.
Its what was destined.
You thought you were clever
I feel shunned.
Haha, that *Mad Hatter* poem was about my ex girlfriend, whom i dated for 7 months. This poem "Alone" is about that same ex girlfriend and when she broke my heart last year :(
We have to write a sonnet for English
My brain is empty because I am tired
My ideas are starting to vanish
If I had a job I would be fired.
I will try to make this poem neater
For I usually love poetry
Although my grades are starting to teeter
I will have to do better to be free
I understand that this will be graded
Even though i will be really sleepy
I guess, maybe, I should not have waited
Because of that i am really weepy.
But i guess today i will try my best
Because at least it isnt a hard test
Woops im gonna fail my english class ugh
The bottle has a lot of words
Like a flock of flightless birds.
It tells me not to exceed two
Just like my friends telling me not to exceed heartbreaks from you.
You tell me to take eleven
So that I wont go to heaven.
But I ended up taking thirteen
So that my vision turned green.
I started getting dizzy
And the world was going fizzy.
Which way was up, and which way was down?
My vision started turning brown.
My stomach started to ache
My mind started to break.
The tears kept falling
And i kept bawling.
The ground was so cold as I laid there waiting for oblivion
I felt like I was done.
I couldn't handle the colours no more
so I shut the door.
I laid on my bed looking at the clock
And glanced at the door lock.
I shut my eyes calmly
As my arms rested near me.
The clock struck one
And I was done.
Theres probably a lot of spelling errors
In my past life I was a Slow Loris.
The voice is like a chorus.
The slow loris is nocturnal like mice.
I dont sleep at night so I can study, which is nice.
Slow Lorises are also slow walkers
Like me, they aren't slow talkers.
We have a lot in common,
Which isnt forgotten.
I was a Slow Loris in my past life.
I had to write this for my English class, sorry. Its cringey. Also hello, I'm not dead or anything I just havent been able to post anything lately cuz I had to do a lot of FRQ's.
Dysphoria is like a flood,
Sometimes it makes you shed blood.
It hits you suddenly like a wave,
Sometimes, it puts you in a grave..
When I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
I see a 'girl' i see everything I'm not.
Wearing dresses to concerts
And makeup to parties
Why can't I wear a suit?
Being eloquent and fancy
"Dont mess up your hair!"
Why can't my hair be shorter?
Nails manicured to perfection
Painted a hot pink
Why can't they be painted blue..?
Its like tar
Sinking into my stomach
I can feel it weighing me down
I cant speak, I can't tell.
I can't get help for no one knows
How do I get rid of it..?
I grip my hair with both hands and pull
I can f e e l it tearing
I can f e e l my head bleeding
But i dont care because at least my hair is shorter, and at least some pressure is gone.
I paint with the silver and watch as my canvas turns red.
I make sure it goes across the stream and not with the flow..
I make sure to clear up afterwards.
"Why cant you be normal?"
"What's with the weird attitude"
"Its just a p h a s e"
I run home crying after school.
Its only 3pm
My parents get home at 5 pm
I go to the bathroom and grab my mom's medications.
I grab the silver, sharp-edged paintbrush.
I grab my journel and start to tell my story..
By the time my parents got home..
Their son was too far gone.
Hi its been a while since I posted a poem.. Sorry about that..
If the tears in my eyes aren't enough
To tell you to stop talking
Maybe you should look at my arms
And then tell me it was a joke
If you hated me that much
You should've told me sooner
I wouldn't feel this empty
And I wouldn't have this ache
If you hated my complexion
You could've helped me change
You could've saved me before I fell
Before i sunk deeper into depression
If you hated seeing me in public
You couldve told me, and I wouldn't have gone
You could've saved me before i cut deeper
Before I sunk into death's awaiting arms..
I a m f i n e