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Raylene Lu Jun 2020
i always feel so stuck, like there is this strange expectation of me, like i am not the person they are expecting, they are using, that they are searching for. Or perhaps i constantly feel like that towards everything. I belong, and yet i don't. people belong yet they dont.
constantly trying to beat others, yet never knew be friends with them was really the answer. I am not involving myself enough yet i never want to be. I try then act like I never tried, blame others for annoying me yet allow them to.
I use platforms as an escape from people yet show the same people as a way of being accepted straight after. I do things behind people's backs only to tell everything later. i want to be free yet i have no clue what of.i dont know what is trapping me, but i just know it is. im writing things for myself only to tell them to others.
i message people and they finally reply, then only to feel abandoned again. Things come and go, but never here forever or for very long.
i complain of eyestrain yet stare continuously at the screen like some kind of void for the stress and blame inside me.
Raylene Lu Feb 2019
Changing to fit into society
I just wanted to be accepted
so what is this pain
Reading too much and consumed by the world
The many words that used to be inside me evaporated and replaced by everything else
Wanting to change
Working too hard
Avoiding relationships, past and present
Time passes and results reveal themselves
I finally gained the skills I thought would impress others and make myself feel less worthless
And yet I just want to know someone
Raylene Lu Oct 2017
I don't give a ****

The **** doesn't give a smell
The smell doesn't give a cloud
The cloud doesn't give a raindrop
The raindrop doesn't give a splash
The splash doesn't give a ripple
The ripple doesn't give a shiver
The shiver doesn't give a cold
The cold doesn't give a sneeze
The sneeze doesn't give a snot
The snot doesn't give a ******
The ****** doesn't give a dirt
The dirt doesn't give a bacteria
The bacteria doesn't give a rod
The rod doesn't give a fish
The fish doesn't give a fin
The fin doesn't give an end
The end doesn't give a death
The death doesn't give a grave
The grave doesn't give a flower
The flower doesn't give a root
The root doesn't give a plant
The plant doesn't give a strawberry
The strawberry doesn't give a seed
The seed doesn't give a sprout
The sprout doesn't give a leaf
The leaf doesn't give a stem
The stem doesn't give a bud
The bud doesn't give a flower
The flower doesn't give a petal
The petal doesn't give a pollen
The pollen doesn't give a nectar
The nectar doesn't give a honey
The honey doesn't give a sugar
The sugar doesn't give a grain
The grain doesn't give a flour
The flour doesn't a bread
The bread doesn't give a toast
The vein doesn't give a blood
The blood doesn't give a heart
The heart doesn't give me up

And I already told you,
I still don't give a **** about it!
THIS IS LITERALLY HOW MUCH I DON'T CARE
Raylene Lu Jun 2017
ITS NOT FAIR YOU DONT CARE ITS MY FAULT ITS YOUR FAULT YOU'RE A **** YOU'RE SO SMART YOU'RE INSENSITIVE YOU'RE TOO SENSITIVE LET ME ALONE NOW COME BACK I WANT TO SAY SORRY I WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT I CRY OF HURT I SCREAM IN ANGER I WANT YOU BACK I WISH I NEVER MET YOU YOU WERE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS WE WERE NEVER CLOSE DON'T COME CLOSE TO ME WHY DIDN'T YOU TALK TO ME WHY DON'T YOU CARE WHY DIDN'T I CARE MORE WHY DIDN'T I JUST CONTROL MYSELF WHY CAN'T YOU JUST UNDERSTAND WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ANYMORE DO I LIKE OR HATE YOU AM I INSANE OR STUPID LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN I AM REALLY IN BUT I NEVER LET YOU KNOW BECAUSE I CARE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT'S STUPID SO I LITERALLY PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED AND IT CONFUSES THE HELL OUTTA ME BECAUSE NO ONE IS EVER GOING TO UNDERSTAND THESE FEELINGS NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY TO EXPRESS THEM DON'T EVEN TRY I WAS ALONE FOREVER EVERYTHING I TYPE SOUNDS LAME EVERYTHING I DO IS AWKWARD I'M SOCIALLY AWKWARD AND SO ARE YOU I JUST GAVE YOU AWAY BUT WHY DOES IT MATTER I THINK I USED TO LIKE YOU YOU DON'T EXIST ANYMORE WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE AND SO WHAT MAYBE WE NEVER DID MAYBE WE WERE JUST NEVER CLOSE MAYBE YOU NEVER CARED MAYBE NONE OF IT EVER HAPPENED MAYBE YOU GOT HIT BY A CAR JUST THEN HOW WOULD I KNOW I DON'T KNOW IT'S USELESS EVERYTHING IS INCLUDING TYPING THIS I'M USELESS BUT I DON'T WANT TO CARE I DON'T WANT TO THINK BUT THEN WHY AM I TYPING THIS WHY AM I SO DUMB I NOTICE I THINK I AM DUMB I NOTICE I SHOULD BE DOING HOMEWORK AND I NOTICE THIS IS NOT A POEM I CAN'T EVEN
Raylene Lu Mar 2017
Letters?

They're squashed fossils,
preserved in
layered stone

Sentences?

They're subtitles to a video
uploading inside our minds

Paragraphs?

They're lined paths
we sprint across
unfolding adventure

Pages?

They're sheets of ice
with squiggly cracks
our eyes pierce through,
diving into open sea

Novels?

They're the thickest fans
that cool flames of
angry loneliness

Series?*

They're a family of pet magpies
pecking each other on their shelves
if not placed neatly
Books? They're really not. Everything's so popular makes me just want something of my own. It's like I like books but I don't read what everyone else usually reads. I don't follow the trend, so they should be called something else for me, if that makes any sense at all.
Raylene Lu Mar 2017
If my heart is a fragile flower
with arrow shaped petals,
and only one proudly curls into a waving gesture
pointing the way

If my eyes spinning wheels of emotion
clicking away with each blink
whirl faster than before

If my breath dissolves each word into mist
leaving only their outlines behind
as clouds stomp on flat sky

If my hair is a sensitive vine plant
shedding all unwanted emotions
cutting off each cord of their power
I'm too sensitive...
Raylene Lu Nov 2016
If you are a poet,        
write a poem

If you are a poem,
meet the internet

If you are the internet,
fill the screens

If you are a screen,
flash a rainbow

If you are a rainbow,
chase the clouds

If you are a cloud,
roam the sky

If you are the sky,
wrap the Earth

If you are the Earth,
stalk the sun

If you are the Sun,
light the universe

And if you were the universe,
you would accept your own world

from poets' block
to
exposed words
to
internet glitches
to
broken screens
to
scattering rainbows
to
wiggling clouds
to
clingy skies
to
creepy planets
to
blinding stars

for being nothing but what they already are
Everything else in the world already has the confidence to just be what they are, why can't we do the same?
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