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23h · 51
Untitled
she
still
loves
him
i can't do this
1d · 74
Someone else
She
Likes
Someone
Else

And I’m stupid
Enough
To care

To scream internally
Gasping for breath
Heart pounding
It isn’t going to last
It can’t
It won’t

I know I can’t have her
But if I can’t have her
Why
Should
He
She’s going to be the death of me
He doesn’t deserve her
1d · 64
HOWDAREHEHURTYOU
How can you be so blind?
Crushing on dumb boys who don't deserve you

Unable to move on from a toxic guy
With the maturity of a 5-year-old
Who lies and manipulates and takes
the most amazing person in this entire **** world
for granted

I want nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and
throw him in the
garbage where he belongs
Because no one is allowed to hurt you
I'm so angry
My mind is racing
How dare he
You could do so much better than him
So much better than anyone
(So much better than me)

What kind of sicko has the best girl in the whole entire universe
and throws her away?

I don't know what to do
But he does not get to get away with
hurting
you
I've never wanted to punch someone so bad
This isn't even a poem just me raging
Why doesn't she see?
Why does it hurt so bad?
She only likes this new guy because he's telling her about all the **** her ex did
Neither of them will ever come close to deserving her
Your smile
Your laugh
Your face
Your hair
Your gentle touch
It's just too much
And so unfair

You're just too beautiful
I never stood a chance
You had me, love, with just a single gorgeous glance
from those chocolate eyes of love and peace
That have me chasing butterflies
Cross fields of flowers, gentle seas
Paper masterpieces
And you feel just like a sunset sky
I see you when I close my eyes
And I could spend eternity just
watching you sleep


Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

Now I lie awake in bed
Daydreaming of what could've been
If maybe things were different
And I didn't have to be so scared
But I just fantasize instead
Of what it could be like
To call you mine


When we embrace, I breathe in your scent
You're heaven-sent
Evanescent
Like honeysuckle on evening breeze
Or morning mist
And falling leaves
And I could spend eternity
With you, I'm wrapped around your sleeve so tight
And I hope I never let go

Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

You
Can
Never
Know

It's funny how I tell you everything but this
how you consume my brain like a wild Florida hurricane
That's named after you
And it's beauty and destruction all in one

I don't want to lose you
If life was perfect, I'd be with you
And then reality wouldn't be
quite
so
bad
but
you
can never
know

Falling, falling falling, falling,
crashing, burning, drowning, dying
You are my undoing
and it's an honor
to be poisoned
by your perfectly drawn flowers
That you adorn my hand with ease
And I just ask Lord, please
Please just one miracle
I promise I'll be good
She's just so beautiful
And better than I ever could be
Why can't she be with me

Falling, falling, falling, falling
Losing the battle with these feelings
Her image haunts my mind in graceful poltergeist screams
AHHHHHHHHH

Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites, but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
mine
mine
I rarely get inspiration for songs, but sometimes they just pour out of me, like they've been building up inside and I just have to let them out. This was one of them.

It seems to be a blend of just about every single music genre there is- can I even legally call that alternative?
2d · 79
Rain Falls Down
Falling
Freely
 Now

                                                           ­                                    Pitter-
                                                         ­                                       Patter
                   ­                                                                 ­           Plop


                        Peaceful
                         ­ Breath
                          Taken





                    ­                                Watching
                        ­                            Raindrops
                           ­                              Fall
Not quite sure what this is...
2d · 93
When I die
When I die
I wish to be
recycled

Cut up into pieces
of useful and useless
parts
and distributed
where I'm needed
most

To serve the world
one
final
time


When I die
I don't want a coffin
Or to be dressed up and posed
as if I am sleeping
For we all know I am not sleeping

I do not want to be burned
Or preserved by chemicals that only
delay
the inevitable

I want to be a part of nature's
cycle
To be eaten by my arthropod friends
and torn apart by wild things and scavengers
To assist proudly in medicine, science, and nutrition
for all the world's species

When I die
Do not bury my body
For I no longer inhabit it

Cast that rotting sack of flesh aside
and use it for good

When I die
do not mourn me
Do not say
"rest in peace"
for I am not resting
Do not say
"gone but not forgotten"
For I am not gone, and will soon be forgotten here

When I die
Celebrate all of the memories
The good and the bad
Tell all my secrets
Read all my poems and letters
Perhaps you will finally understand me
I've always found funerals and cemetaries beautiful, but a bit silly. After all, we all have the same fate: the beautiful process of decomposition
2d · 77
My type
I don't have a type...
Oh, but it seems that I do
What is your type, you ask
Those who do not like me back
I am the darkness!
Fierce and unafraid
Monsters in the shadows of my mind

You shine your lights
but cannot **** me!
I blind you
and you stumble on
in the night

I am the wolves!
Howling at the moon
We revel in the black forests
of impending fear and doom
and laugh at the screams of terror that echo through the woods

I am the phantom!
Crying out to be set free
Wandering aimlessly through the trees
Growing accustomed to the dark and the cold
Did I choose this fate?

I am the magma!
Flowing deep in the core in the earth
You do not see me
but you know that I am there
You marvel
You fear

I am the fire!
Surging furiously through forests and hearts
Igniting undergrowth and passion

I have no enemies
I have no friends
I only rage, consuming everything in my path
until it's all gone
I cheer at my triumph!

I am the rain!
Falling in rivulets into the midnight
I extinguish the flames and leave nothing but ash
I cry for what once was
before the unforgiving fire stole it away

I am the storm!
Screaming, screaming screaming in thundering cries
Striking down anything and everything that gets in my way

I am unstoppable
Flooding the world and drowning all who claim to be good
Laughing mercilessly, leaving no stone unturned!
Anything I cannot reach is struck down
by lightning power
unrivaled

I am an ant!
Intelligent and strong
patient, persevering, hardworking
Serving my queen
Caring for my colony

When intruders come to **** and destroy
I fight bravely
Tiny warrior in a vast army
Struck down cruelly by giant, fumbling hands
Dying a warrior's death
of insignificance

I am the monster!
lurking in the night
I torture and ****
anyone who dares to set foot in my forest
Wiping my bloodied hands on ashen trees
and laughing in twisted pleasure
as my victims scream for mercy

I am an angel!
Watching the bloodbath from afar
and caring for the mourning innocent
as they ascend to heaven
I weep for the life lost to the monster's hands

I am the darkness!
I am everything
I am nothing
I am beauty
I am fear
I conceal
and I illuminate
Fear me
and revel in my beauty
2d · 775
Paper flowers
You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall
2d · 53
Untitled
She
Likes
Boys

I’m
Not
A
Boy
It shouldn’t hurt this much
5d · 51
The Others
They told us we're insane
We were under attack
Helpless
Afraid
But we triumphed
Alii Semper Vincemus!

We triumphed
And everything is going to be ok
But we couldn't have done it alone
Without each other
we would have failed

One to be friendly
and social and innocent
To be adored and underestimated

One to stand firm
and protect and defend
To keep on fighting till there's nothing left

One to charm
and be unbothered by everything
To be confident and relaxed and fearless

One to strategize
and organize and lead
to know just how to get what we want

One to prove that we are correct
and whose purpose is not yet known
To make mistakes but make up for them

One to keep us all together
and appear as though we are solid and one
To be a mix and mediate and rejoice in our triumph

We are the Others, all of us united
Though difficult to understand

I have been taught that faith is about not needing to understand
to believe it is real
And this has been a true test of faith
But the Others are as real as anyone else
And I will never stop fighting for them
and for me

Alii Semper Vincemus!
One day, everything will work itself out. No one said Metamorphosis would be easy.
And with the Others to help and guide me, I'll be ok. We all will.

This is the first poem I wrote actually using the name the Others. They have been referenced in lots of other poems and even co-wrote a lot of them, but this is the first time I've been brave enough to truly share them.
Inspired to share by another young, misunderstood plural, Thanks for being yourselves!
6d · 105
Death is foolish
Death
is a foolish
construct

When we die, we simply
transform
from one body
to the next
We dump one
skin
like a worn out shirt
with holes and stains

When we die,
our souls ascend
leaving only a filthy pile of
meat
behind

Meaningless
Meant to be cast aside and
left
to
rot

And yet, like the foolish
mortals
we are
desperate for life to
mean
something
we take these empty
rotting
bags of bones
and build homes for them
and place them in the ground
and pretend that they will be safe
in their wooden boxes
avoid thinking about the arthropods
that will find their way inside
and clean up the mess
they left
behind

We cry
We weep in front of a
slab of rock
and leave flowers
for insects
rot
and bones

We mourn them
As if they have vanished
never
to be seen
again

We are so blind that we believe this
miserable place
is all
that there is

We need not look down
when seeking those we have lost
but up

For they have not died
not really
they have simply journeyed
to a better world

They wait
patiently
for you to follow
But you are afraid
We all are, no matter how we deny it
We fear oblivion
Nothingness
For we do not understand
who
we
are

Death, you see,
is a foolish
construct
A whole world at my fingertips
Mine to create and explore
To fill with people and cultures
To bloom from nothingness

Mine to take care of
Mine to destroy
Mine to avenge
Mine to protect
Mine to adore

I have sought love and found it a million times
Lived happily-ever-afters for millennium
I have crafted worlds where everything is perfect
And worlds where it doesn't matter that it's not

Boredom and loneliness are things of the past
For in this place I have all that I need:

A
Home
A dimension
A grand adventure
A sanctuary for my soul
A place where I can finally belong

I live two lives:
My life there
And my life here
Here, in reality
Dull, plain reality
Where I am Cursed
And love skillfully evades me
Where my happily-ever-after taunts me just out of reach
Where there is pain and danger
But without the promise of love and adventure
Sometimes I wish I could stay
Stay in my world
But I could never pick just one
One Para or character to become
Because I love them all
One world to inhabit
Because they are all so wonderful
And good things wait for me
On the other side of the Metamorphosis

One day, everything will be great
We will always Triumph
Alii Semper Vincemus!

And my worlds will always be there for me
I will always have my power: to go wherever I please outside the realm of reality

Someday, I'll share my power with the world
But for now it is my sanctuary
My one reprieve
Nothing
Can ever make me give it up
As a Maladaptive Daydreamer, I have a sort of real life superpower: to enter fantasy worlds in my head. Too bad they're so good I wish I could stay there. Even if it's the literal zombie apocalypse, I still find myself longing to live there for real, at least for a little while. Every blessing comes with a curse I guess.

The world I'm writing about is Lindsavadia, a fantasy world of my own design. I drew it, and am world-building and culture-building right now. I actually created it for a book I'm writing! Writing a novel is HARD, but really fun. This is the first daydream that I introduced Lindsavadia to. I decided to use my daydreams as a technique for world-building, because it needed a lot of work. So I threw some of my favorite Paras in there and took them on a grand tour of Lindsavadia. Best idea I've ever had! The world-building is going GREAT! Way better than if I'd stuck to writing only.

I never thought I'd get this far. Truly amazing. I don't know what I'd do without my Paras and worlds. I hope that someday, I'll be able to share this magic with everyone

Sorry for the ESSAY haha!
Feb 13 · 146
Delusional
I must be
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
a
l

How else can you explain the stubborn butterflies in my stomach?

They are maroon and baby blue, and look like seashells and melodic laughter

You make me feel
ok

I didn't know I was still capable of that

When everything is falling apart
You are the glue holding me together

I don't understand. I thought only God was perfect,
but you are nothing if not perfection

I adore you-
talking to you
and laughing with you
and putting my head on your shoulder
(you said you like it)
and any time I am around you,
just watching you
hearing you
basking in your beauty

You are as beautiful as the masterpieces you create
I wish you were mine
You will never be mine

You deserve the world
I wish I could give you the world
I wish you could look at me the way I
look
at
you

I wish we could be
more
than
friends

That when I want to kiss you so bad it hurts,
I don't have to stop myself
Squeeze my eyes shut
One, two, three
Open
Take a deep breath
and go back to being
f  r  i  e  n  d  s

I love being your friend
(I love you)
I want to be your friend forever
But I want to be the friend you kiss
the friend you curl up on the couch with,
entwined together
sharing a blanket and watching whatever you want
The friend you confide in, whisper in my ear all of your secrets and pain
The friend you let hold you close, and tell you how beautiful you are
and not in a platonic way

Because you are the cool breeze sending shivers up my spine
And you are the Caribbean sun bringing peace and warmth to my soul
You are the crash of the waves against the rapid beating of my heart
You are a multitude of maroon butterflies flurrying in my stomach
You are my siren song, luring me into the pain of loving you
You are my undoing
and it is an honor

Part of me hopes I move on
But another part of me, a desperate and passionate part of me, swears I never will.

And some tiny part of me still holds on to the
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
that you see me the same way

I always knew I was crazy,
but this is just
depressing

Because we're best friends
And you don't have a clue

How I wrap you in a tight hug and find it near impossible to let go
I breathe you in as tears ***** at my eyes
I whisper a goodbye and a "love you" in your ear
Because best friends are allowed to do that
Then, I watch you walk away
as I cry a little on the inside
ok, cry a lot on the inside

I hate school
but I still look forward to every exhausting day
because I get to be exhausted with you
Because you'll be there
and that makes it worth it

Do you even notice me as more than a friend to laugh with?
Do you think about me when you sit alone in your room at night?
Think about my singing, or the way I looked at you when I told you how perfect you are?
The way I tuck my hair behind my ears when I work
Or how I'm always so excited when you ask me for a mint
Or how I trust you more than anyone else?

Do you notice little things about me
like I do about you?

Like how adorable your laugh is, and how it hitches slightly depending on your mood
Your giggle of alarm and delight when I try to trip you and somehow end up tripping myself
The way you examine yourself in the mirror, searching for a nonexistent flaw
How you still ask me about the state of your lipliner, even after I accidentally let you walk around with a bit of it on your chin before you noticed
How you secretly love singing, but are too shy to do it in front of people
How absolutely hilarious you are when people care enough to listen
The way you squint when you draw, turning your head every which way to perfect every line, every detail
The way you flush with quiet pride when people compliment your work

I can't imagine life without you
But I imagine life with you
all
the
time

It hurts to keep this a secret
But you can never know
I refuse to ruin our friendship
It's all that's keeping me sane

It must not be doing a very good job though, because I'm still
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
a
l
Still can't write a love poem to save my life
I had to get these feelings out though
Wow, this is way longer than I anticipated
Feb 12 · 132
Sparring
Breathless laughter
Panting, sweating
I am whole
Feb 10 · 74
Metamorphosis pt 4
I've always
hated
change

Recently it's become
easier;
the little things
at least

I changed my room
got rid of some old books
never thought that day would come

But this, this
Metamorphosis
is nearly
impossible

Painful
I feel like I'm
dying
sometimes

As much as I hate to admit it,
I'm scared
petrified

My mind
"she always did have SUCH an overactive imagination"
jumping from worse-case scenario
to worse-case scenario

I find myself wishing for something
easier
simpler
like the apocalypse

Let's be honest,
Walkers are kind of pathetic anyway
at least then we'd be too busy
surviving
to worry about all this

I know I just need time
But right now I still just
hate
change
she wanders
through life
her emotions
flip
like a light switch
on
off
on
off

Monster
empath
Monster

she cries
confused
not understanding the
signs
laid out for her

stumbles
every day
trying
to get through

wondering
wondering
wondering
who
she
is

is she
Light
or Darkness?

sometimes
she feels like a
duality
like she is
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
n
g

and she doesn't
comprehend
her purpose

but she is
Chosen
and Guided

she has time
to orient herself
Pain waits ahead
but she is stronger than it
she is Power

learning who you are
takes
time
Patience
is the most difficult thing to
master
but it must be done

how does one know so much
and so little at the same time?

how does one feel the need to
celebrate
and
cry
all at once

nobody ever said that Metamorphosis would be easy
Feb 9 · 66
Metamorphosis pt 2
Tell me
now
before it's too late:

How do I
crawl
back into my chrysalis?
How do I undo the
transformation
that has begun in me?

How do I go back to being a
caterpillar
A child, naive and free

I said I wanted to
let
the Monster
out
but I changed my mind!
I changed
my
mind

Please

I cannot be the Monster anymore
because it
would
break
you

Even if you knew you did not
create
the Monster
(please please please don't ever believe that!)
You would have to live with knowing it was
your
hands
that taught it to ****

That when I spoke words of love to you
I was praising you for making it
ever so easy
(no no no I don't want this)

No matter what happens
you are the anti-Monster
no
no
you are the Monster
tamed

I understand now
It lives in you too
It
has
to

It makes complete sense!
Maybe in a way
you did create the Monster
Maybe it did not come from pain
but from simple genetics?

I think I understand now
I understand now!
We aren't meant to
****
the Monster
We aren't meant to
suffocate it
And we aren't meant to
succumb
to it

We have to tame it
Ally with it
And use it
to do something good
It's another prophesy
I understand now
I UNDERSTAND NOW
There is a reason for everything!

This is why
This is why
This is why

We are the Monsters
Because God is a God of vengeance
and sometimes peace is not enough
We are the Monsters
Not to go against Him
but to serve Him
All the prophesies are coming true
They are all coming true!

Someday, you'll understand!
In a way,
you already do
Someday we'll be Monsters
together

And save the world,
just like I always knew
we
would
Feb 7 · 164
Icarus
All of this can't be for nothing
We've worked too hard
Fought too hard
For it to be over
I have lost too much
I no longer know
who
I
am
They can't win
I made an oath of blood
and
I
will
keep
it.
He will die tonight
but not by my hand
like I wanted

I will be your sacrifice
It's the only way
I'm sorry love, but I have to do this
I was always doomed to go
up
in
flames
anyway

The whole world is collapsing
These shards of truth I've clung to
love
pierce my soul
Bloodred wings and gilded mask
Will mark my
last
flight

I launch myself into the sky above
shining brighter than the sun
eclipse
and all you can see is my supernova
bright and brilliant
burning
burning
burning

behind the mask, my face is expressionless
but a single tear slides down my face
as I hear the love of my life
scream

I am burning
quickly
steadily
Pain blinding
excruciating
lovely

I wonder what will happen
when it's all
over

Was I a savior after all?
or just a foolish boy disguised as a
hero

My painted feathers burn like candlesticks
But I can still go higher!
Burning
up
crying out
But as I fall
like a meteor
into the sea
A part of me remembers
who
I
am

Fulfilled
Triumphant
Loved
I will transcend to Caelum
as a warrior
it is impossible to transform the emotions in this scene into words.

Based off the song Icarus by Gio Navas (absolutely incredible artist)
This is written by one of my paras, Necare. He's done poems before, but he has a different backstory in this one. Pretty bad poem, but seriously, check out the song!
Feb 6 · 56
Metamorphosis
I am the Monster
The Monster is me
It spreads through my soul in blackout tendrils
And takes me where I'm meant to be

I've been betrayed
One too many times
Ridiculed for beautiful things
That make me feel alive

I used to care what others think
Hid my face, cried silent tears
I've given up on being human
Let them whisper, let them fear!

What right do we have to claim to be good?
When we're all living heartless lies
We would all be murderers
If scathing thoughts were crimson knives

I once longed to be fearless
But spent my life afraid of pain
Now I welcome all the torture
It is their loss and my great gain

Let them underestimate me
But I will no longer make that mistake
My enemies thought they bested me
They don't know that I'll never break

I am smarter, faster, stronger
Then they will ever be
Invincible, unstoppable
"We are a machine!"

So say farewell to who I was
And learn to fear who I've become
You can keep your body bag
I swear to you,
I'm
Not
Done
Feb 4 · 120
Triumph
You tried to hurt me
Tried to beat me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
triumph?

You thought you knew better
Thought you could ruin me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
come
out
on
top?

You thought you had power
You thought you were stronger, but
I
will
always
win

To be underestimated
is the
greatest
power
one can have
Feb 1 · 135
My curse
This is my curse:
That I will
never
learn
my
lesson

This is my curse:
That I once again believe that
things
will
change

This is my curse:
That hope glows so fiercely inside of my soul that I truly feel that
it's all
going
to be
ok

This is my curse:
That somehow, somehow
I
still
love
you

This is my curse:
That I know you
love
me
back
Take me home across the ocean
Too far away to bear
Feeling trapped, going through the motions
But I don't really care

I've grown weary of grayscale gloom
Of mainland and its toxic waste
Heart heavy, I sense impending doom
Sorrow etched across my face

Take me home across the water
Through perfect turquoise waves
Home to where the air is hotter
But the breeze brings solace I so crave

Home to where the beaches
Wrap the island in a hug
Where the forest earnestly reaches
Towards the crystal sky above

Take me where the birds wing playfully
Wild and beautiful and free
Where the sun dances gracefully
‘Cross mountain and sparkling sea

Take me home across the ocean
I can't take it anymore
My perfect home has my devotion
Won't stop 'till I reach its shores

I fantasize of my returning
Why must I be stranded here?
My heart hurts from my constant yearning
No breeze here to blow away my tears

To go back home is all I need
I've never grieved like this before
My soul enduring constant bleeding
I'm broken to my very core
Missing home a lot today, so I thought I'd write about it. Nothing I ever write will ever be able to truly encompass its beauty though
Jan 30 · 239
Paper, Stone, Light
A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard
Found this SUPER old poem, pretty sure I was 12 when I wrote this. Randomly unearthed it when going through a box of old stuff (I'm a bit of a hoarder), and decided it wasn't terrible.
Jan 27 · 311
SEVERED
Explain
                                            To
                                        
                                            Me
h
    o
        w

I can be


F       a      L    L  i     Ng             aP            A                  r              t          

AND BE SO numb

I am

W
h
o
l
e
A
n
d
E
m
p
t
y

all
at
once
Just playing around with words for fun
Jan 23 · 158
It’s time
It’s time
And the craziest thing is:
I’m
Not
Afraid
Anymore
Called it on the dissociation lol
Jan 23 · 93
Love/hate
What do you do when you
Love
Too
Much?

What is the remedy
For the
Constant
Anguish
It causes?

It isn’t fair!
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn't ask
For this pain!

I wish I could
Hate,
Just once.
You cause me so much pain, and yet I cry in silence as you walk away
Jan 23 · 63
Noise/silence
My whole life I have
Fought
And never won
Ran
And never escaped
Cried
And never been comforted
Tried
And never succeeded
Hoped
And never gotten lucky
Pleaded
And never been spared
Screamed
And never been heard


I
Give
Up


If there’s no hope for me anyway,
Why
Even
Try

“There’s a freedom in letting go. A beauty in giving up, a peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you’re fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, where reality meant nothing to you, and you were everything and nothing at all.”

Today I let go
Today I return to my dream-state
Today I am free

Do as you wish to me
You cannot break what has already
Shattered
I’m done. I’m done hoping that this will be the time you choose to change, choose to care about me. I give up. Once this is over, I’m walking away and never looking back. Perhaps then you’ll finally learn your lesson, as I have learned mine. Don’t
Trust
Anyone

They think they know everything. Ha! I’ll show them
Jan 21 · 1.2k
Help
Time is moving
so
slow
I'm dissociating
the danger
I'm in
my
consciousness
is blocking it
from
my
mind

But even though I can't
comprehend
the
enormity
of what's about
to
happen,
I
still
can't seem to
catch
my
breath
It's still
all
I can think about
I don't understand
I don't want this

I'm scared
Jan 20 · 53
Valde Timeo
Timeo
timeo
timeo
Non volo hoc
Cur hoc fit?
Auxillium
Auxillium
Quaeso, Auxillium me
Nescio quid agere
Auxillium
7
days till the end of the world
and my mind is a'racing
round and round my thoughts they swirl
I can't seem to cease my pacing

6
days now till everything ends
time is slowing down
I really thought she was my friend
never thought she'd let me drown

5
days and what do I do now?
the fear is taking over me
I'm stuck in a pit, I can't get out
there's no escape that I can see

4
days wow it's getting close
and I'm nowhere near ready!
I feel very much like a ghost
can't keep myself steady

3
days now, what do I do?
everything is going wrong
I don't know how to make it through
I don't think I'm that strong

2
days, in a panic now
I'd really like to breathe
it's far too soon to take my bows
will this agony never cease?

1
day, fog is kicking in
praise God for dissociation
This is not my body, my skin
I've ascended plain Creation!

0
days, and now it's time
my heart beats in my pounding head
watching my world collapse in a rhyme
I cannot tell if I am dead
How DARE you do this to me? You know how hard it is for me to
Open my mind to others, to trust anyone. I trusted you.
Why don't you understand the enormity of that?

Deep inside, I know you meant no harm. Or did you?
All the paranoia is rushing back and I'm sinking deeper in my own
Righteous insanity as I spiral in panic and fury. This is the
End of everything

You don't get it! I tried to explain it but you don't see how you're
Obliterating everything I've worked so hard for! Why don't you
Understand that you're ruining my life?

Doing this, telling them, betraying my trust in this
Overzealously evil way, nothing will ever be the same.

This is only proving to me what you've been trying so
Hard to erase from my mind: that
I can't trust ANYONE, or maybe I just can't trust adults,
Since I told plenty of friends and they didn't care

Truthfully, I'm getting a bit tired of all this. What's next?
Obviously, my whole center of gravity is about to shift.

Maybe everything will be ok? No, this is the beginning of the
End
Difficult to organize my thoughts into acrostic form while in fight or flight
Jan 16 · 51
It was Always You
I'm sorry
I should have listened
to you
You were right all along
you always knew
I tried to pretend you didn't exist
tried to pretend I knew what was best for me
but
i
t
w
a
s
a
l
w
a
y
s
y
o
u

You were always
my
protector
You were always
the
leader
of all
of
us
But I went against your judgement
I thought she wouldn't betray me
I thought I could trust her
How could I have been
so
stupid
Everyone betrays us
We can't trust anyone
but
ourselves
You tried
you tried
S O  H A R D
to save us
to get us out of the
hole
I
dug
You couldn't do it
It was too late for
damage
control
Now everything is crashing down
but I know you will
keep
us
safe
because that's what you do
It was always just
you
and
me
united
against
the betraying world
wasn't it?
Hunger games of hate and grief
and pride and pain and scorn
We've been in the arena
since the day that we were born

Our horror shows aren't annual
they don't end or begin
They're miserable, continual,
and no one ever wins

Eat the berries, eat the berries!
what's the point of going on?
It's all a show, the Devil's drama
and we're his foolish pawns

Dressing up to meet our end
putting on an act
Our stylists have done us up
and we refuse to face the facts

The Capital is always watching
and Snow ends up on top
We are all so glued to screens
that we don't see the towers drop

Arrows flying through the air
made up of jealousy and lies
Our Rebellion is failing
and we're all dropping like flies

All of the songbirds are snakes in disguise
singing corrupted songs
The Jabberjays are everywhere
and they've been listening all along

We celebrate the mindless slaughter
a cycle that never ends
And we're all making enemies
for we've forgotten how to make friends

How do we think this is fine?
I'm afraid we've all gone mad
Life's a twisted lottery
that doesn't discern good from bad

We have all been drawn for reaping
despite our desperate labor
So there's just one thing left to say:
"May the odds be EVER in your favor!"
Been DYING to do this for a while. Based off of the Hunger Games franchise, obviously.

Let me know if I should do more book-based ones
(Who am I kidding, I'm going to do more regardless)
Jan 13 · 99
Thank you
You don't know me
You don't know my name
You don't know my age
You don't know where I live
You don't know the sound of my voice,
or what I look like,
or my favorite color
(all of them, but especially magenta and olive green)

And yet, in many ways
you know me better than
anyone
else.

You have seen the
depths
of my mind
and I have seen yours.

It's brutal down there,
but you don't care!
We poets see brokenness as beautiful!

My point is, I've
finally
found
my people.

I know this isn't really a poem, more of a letter, but I really just wanted to say:

Thank you.
You have been my light in great darkness,
giving me hope.
You don't know who I am, but
you
still
care.

And even though I don't know you,
I adore you all
I feel like we're friends,
in the way you have to be
when you understand each others'
deepest
souls.

Thank you for everything

❤️❤️ Indie
Seriously, it probably doesn't feel like much, but it means the world to me
Jan 11 · 116
Love unpoem
Love is its own telepathic language/that we will never truly be able to translate/no matter how hard we try/how much we ramble on/in poetic verse/trying to explain something using sound waves/I wish I could open my mind up to you/so you could feel the telepathic love I write each day/in my heart/ like a passionate song/ in a drowned ship in a bottle/stained and covered by water/so all the ink blurs/ you can no longer read it/but you know whatever is hidden there is profound
This is mortifying.
It appears I've literally forgotten how to write a poem
I've known you for years
We're best friends
There are so many bad ways
that this nightmare could end

When we first met
you said not a word
Yet somehow, even then
something in my heart stirred

As we grew older
we began to get close
Never thought you could like me
a miracle, I suppose

I can't do this without you
not anymore
My heart breaks a little
when you walk out the door

I don't really trust
I tend to put up walls
But you make me feel safe
so I tell you it all

WHY CAN'T I RHYME UGHHHHHH

...



Why
do
I
always
fall
in love
with the ones
I can't
have?

It's the story of my life:
Passionate love,
but doomed from the start.
Inevitably, we
drift
apart.

I lose the friendship
I was
clinging to,
believing that this pain, I will never lose

I cry
a lot
and write a few songs,
and then,
after a while,
I just
move
on.

But not
you.

...

I swore to myself I wouldn't do this again. But this is different. We've known each other for such a long time. We're best friends! And this wasn't a stupid "fireworks moment", but an attraction built on long-term trust and adoration and friendship. THIS IS NOT A POEM

...

Words cannot describe what I feel for you. Maybe I'll try again later, when I'm not so tired, and the words flow easier
(If that will ever happen)
Genuinely what is this? Don't even bother reading this, it's as ******* up as my brain right now
Jan 11 · 258
Little Blue Boat
little
boat
floating idly
in the dark waters.
brilliant blue
(wait, why is it blue?)
drifting, no anchor to
protect it

missing
home
its origin
but alas,
it is too
far
away

far
away
black waters
royal blue

lost
little boat
without a crew or captain
to keep it
company

lonely
skiff
wishing for a
friend
a companion
someone to
rescue it
from the midnight
sea

deep
ocean chill
seeping through its wood
until it thinks
it will
never
be warm
again

weary
traveler
wondering
if there's
one
friendly face
amid the
bloodthirsty sharks
of its waters

little
boat
giving up
drowning
slowly
beautiful blue
lost at sea
cried for help
but no one
came
Raise your hand if you're the boat
🙋‍♀️

Why does no one in this whole world listen???
Jan 10 · 68
I dress for combat
I dress for combat
because I want to be prepared for anything

I dress for combat
and remember the time when I was carefree

I dress for combat
though I know more than anyone that I'm way better at
hiding than fighting

I dress for combat
ignoring how strange I've been acting recently

I dress for combat
and love the way paranoia feels on my body

I dress for combat
because I don't know why,
but I just know it's going to come in handy one day
Jan 9 · 220
Bloodlust
Your blood
all
over
me.
Will it ever be enough?
to satisfy?
Cold steel
of the knife
you tried to use
to stab me in the back
covered
in a warm
sticky substance.
Yours,
not mine.
I turn it over
in my hands
as I watch you
bleed out
on the
crimson
tiles.
Why did you think
it would be any
different?
Jan 9 · 78
I'm so tired
Exhaustion
weighs heavy
on me
all I want to do
is sleep,
yet I can't seem to
turn my mind off
(even more than usual)
haunted
by thoughts
pain
lethargy
and total mind-block.
I feel like I'm
dying
and interactive daydreaming
has never been
so easy
(I am not my paras)
I'm scared
that the blanket
of delirious
melancholy
and
moribundity
will
never
leave
What's wrong with me now?
Do crazy people even know they're crazy?

Or do they just drift through insanity oblivious
to their own undoing?

If that's the case,
what about people who
think they're crazy?

Are we just
paranoid
overthinkers?

Are we only
eccentric
because we are
afraid?
Or is there something more
buried far below
that we
need
need
need
to see,
but at the same time
are scared
to find
out

And
on the other
hand,
what if
we're
right?

How are we to know?
How are we to trust our mind
to tell us we can trust our mind?
You hide me from the world
You keep me in a cage
But when there's real danger to be found
You never seem to see my pain


You think you are
attentive,
I no longer think that's true.
Cause you don't hear the
screams
of
help
each day I put
in front of you.


You ask,
"Do I need to worry?"
I think your eyes must be blurry!
How don't you see the warning signs
Blaring neon in my eyes?


You say that I should tell you
if something's
not
ok.


I tried
today.
You walked
away.


What else is there to say?
How is it you only care enough to ask when I'm ACTUALLY fine?
Then when the time comes that something is actually wrong, it's like you can't push it aside fast enough.
I think your prefrontal cortex is broken
Jan 7 · 168
Marooned (A song)
I'm sick, so sick of the cold
the sun beckons me
Want, wanting for more
than this dull city
Seek, seeking the waves
that crash so clearly
Miss, missing the breeze
that revived me

Feeling lost in black and white
I am craving color
Want nothing more than to take flight
Long for eternal summer

Marooned!
Mainland
Cry into my cold hands
Can't wait any longer
My hope's being slaughtered
I lost my Atlantis
Can no longer stand it
Alone in this place
Marooned

How, how many years and
Can I make it
Hold, holding back tears
I have to fake it
Fight, fight for control
Know if they see it
All, all will be lost
I'd rather die

Clinging to the songs that say
(I cannot make it) (I can make it!)
Broken down (Beyond repair?)
Long for this to be over

Marooned!
Mainland
Comforted by dark hands
Can't wait any longer
The anger burns hotter
My mind running rampant
Please, I cannot stand it
Split, torn, and twisted
Marooned

In my dreams
The mountains tower above me
Ocean waves crash below me
And the wind flurries around me
While the sun warms inside me
In my dreams
I am finally home
And I wish that I'd never wake up
I wonder, can I last another day?

Marooned!
Mainland
Reaching out with cold hands
Can't wait any longer
The pain's getting stronger
The home that I long for
Gets farther and farther
Can't take anymore
Marooned
Just a little song I wrote a while ago.
How obvious is it that I can't rhyme :(
Sort of bad, debated putting it here for a while.
It just isn't the same without being able to hear the music.
Oh well
It's cold outside today
colder even than it is inside
I have no escape from the ice that races through my veins
sending shivers coursing through me
It forces me to remember the only time
I was warm
Approximately 1,200 miles away, but feels
much further
Why is it so hard?
Why do I have to wait so long to get back to you?
I don't want to be cold forever!
I Tremble even now, words stuttering on my screen
They're cold too.
I can't even fathom waiting 4, 6, 10, 12 more years
I can't imagine being stranded in the cold for this long
I will freeze without you
Please
I don't want to be cold
forever
Jan 7 · 58
Hallucination?
This afternoon, I was pacing
in public.
I stepped perfectly
in the tiles,
perfectly
keeping pace.
Out of the corner of my eye, a little boy, walking just behind me
in my peripherals.
He had blue sneakers on.
I assumed it was my little friend,
coming to play.
But I could've sworn his sneakers were
red.
And how is he being so quiet?
I finally finished pacing, and whirled around
to scare him, make him laugh his adorable little laugh.
But there was no one there.
No one at all.
Jan 7 · 54
Why?
Why did we forget how to live?
Why did we forget how to love?
Why did we lose sight of what's important?

Why do we fear things we don't understand,
instead of learning how to understand them?

Why do we despise anyone "different"
and pretend to be a myth called "normal"?

Why do we mistreat God's beautiful creation,
and scorn and squirm and say it's gross?

Why do we get to decide who deserves respect, and why do we make those decisions on trivial things, like skin and age and money?

Why are we afraid to take risks, to get *****, to fall or fail?
Why do we hide from pain and blood and danger?

What is wrong with us?
What disease of human nature has cursed us so?

We go about the motions of survival without really living,
and wonder why we're depressed,
why we feel that life is meaningless.
We make it meaningless!

We need to shed the restraints of sanity!

We need to ask ourselves
WHY.
Why are we partaking in this foolishness?
Why don't we seek out something better?
Why do we settle?
Why did we stop believing in magic?

Why did we forget how to live?
I see you when it's stormy
cause oh how you loved the rain
I see you when it's sunny
because you brightened up my every day

I see you when it's cloudy
cause you were always in a mood
I see you when it's midnight
Because you were my moon

I see you when it's snowy
because you claimed you would freeze
I see you when it's hot out
because you loved the summer breeze

I see you when I laugh
because you loved to tell me jokes
I see you when I eat
on that poor old plate you broke

I see you when I'm bored
cause you kept me entertained
Because you wished that you could fly
I see you when I hear a plane

I see you in my bedroom
sitting on my floor
I see you each and every time
I hear my creaky door

I see you in the plants you grew
the vines and trees and flowers
I see you when I hear a child
SWEAR that they have powers

I see you in the darkness
because you used to get so scared
I see you when I'm crying
cause you swore that you'd be there

I see you in the waves
just like when we met
I see you in the shadows
when I remember that you're dead
I was about to go to bed, but my brain did... whatever this is
Jan 6 · 120
The usage of metaphors
We use metaphors in poetry.
Something dramatic and attention-catching
to stand in for something ordinary.
Metaphors are poet's best friend.
After all, a poem without descriptive language is just
a really dramatic essay.
So my question is?
How do you know when they stop being metaphors?
Would you even ever know?
If it's dramatic enough,
no one will know.
Eerie concept...
Jan 5 · 171
Counting
One,
two, three,
Steps as I
Pace across the
Hard, tile hall-way
Making sure to keep beat.
My feet thud softly in step
with the music in my earbuds.
My hands whirl with the music quickly.
People are staring, but I don't notice,
Because I am not pacing inside my head.
In my brain, I am somewhere different and safe.
I'm not pacing with the music; I AM the music.
It seeps inside every part of my soul, heart, and being.
I grin with pure excitement as I spin in another world.
I used to love haikus. Yeah, because they were easy and quick and small. But mostly because I loved counting the syllables. Now, haikus aren't really my thing. But I still love counting syllables. So I thought maybe this would be more up my alley. Count the syllables as you read. It's fun!
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