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45.3k · Apr 2016
Your Eyes, My Eyes.
Wyatt Apr 2016
Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
My cheeks turn red
and I look away.
Stupid, stupid feelings.
I don't even know you.
Why is it like this?

Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
Pretending I'm not here,
there's no trace.
Stupid, stupid me.
I don't even know what to do.
When did ever it get like this?

Your eyes, my eyes.
My face sees your face.
My cheeks turn red
and I look away.
I look away.
12.3k · May 2018
This Depression.
Wyatt May 2018
This depression
is borderline elegant,
it flows through my veins
like smooth jazz
or a dancer's pattering feet
on the cold concrete.
This life of mine
has chaotic undertones,
don't be fooled by the silence.
This poem I write
is a battle cry
but it's also known to me
as a declaration
of certain defeat.
4.5k · Jun 2016
A Hand To Hold.
Wyatt Jun 2016
A love begins,
a new chapter unfolds.
Hugs and long nights bonding.
A person who means the world to me,
a hand to hold.
Sadly not from real life experiences, but it's what I hope real love is like. Night everyone!
4.4k · Jun 2016
Social Media.
Wyatt Jun 2016
Sitting up late trying to be funny
and witty with what I say.
Social media is like
posting your utopia
while leaving out the hell
that it took to get there.
Am I funny now?
Is my lifestyle
attractive enough now?
Can I get something?
A sign?
3.5k · Jun 2016
Polluted.
Wyatt Jun 2016
The kindness in your presence is keeping my mind from being completely polluted.
3.2k · Jun 2016
Good Luck.
Wyatt Jun 2016
I hope you have a great day today,
I hope you get a lot done.
I hope you can prevail,
a new day comes with the rising sun.
Good luck.
Have the best day you can today, friends! I'm rooting for you. :)
3.2k · Aug 2018
Greetings.
Wyatt Aug 2018
“Hi!” and “How are you?”
are both known as greetings,
yet they feel so different to me.
How I wish these greetings
meant more than they mean.
About a million of my “Hi’s”
equal one “How are you”,
yet I would lie even if it changed.
3.1k · May 2017
I Am Here For You.
Wyatt May 2017
Hush, be quiet.
Let that frantic voice
trail away into a silence.
Wrap your arms around me
and I will do the same.
Your hurt hurts me,
your panic is felt through me.
Please don't walk here alone.
I don't know your hurt
nearly as much as you do,
but just know that I
am here for you now.
Grasp onto me
and cry out every tear
that's built up inside you
over the long, long years.
We will start anew tomorrow
when the morning comes.
I will not go,
I will not leave you.
I am here for you.
Please hush, be quiet.
Those shadows
cannot come near you,
I will protect you.
Let those frantic words
that collect
in your hoarse voice
fall into a silence.
We will hold each other
like this until we can
hold onto this peace.
We will carry
a piece of each other.
I will not let go
throughout the night.
I am here for you.
2.9k · Jul 2018
Get You Back Home.
Wyatt Jul 2018
If I can get you back home,
I promise everything will change.
If I can get you back home,
I promise you will never be alone.

Afternoon scare,
silence in your body.
An hour later, now
your right side isn't right.
Pressing three buttons
we need on the cellphone,
telling them to come to home.
Collective in a subdued panic,
that room never felt so small.
Living inside our daily lives,
we never expected this at all.
Now this world we percieve
has been flipped over
and over multiple times.

If I can get you back home,
I promise everything will change.
If I can get you back home,
I promise you will never be alone.
If I can get you back home,
I promise everything will change.
If I can hear you speak my name again,
know it'll mean my life twice over.
2.8k · May 2017
Wide Awake.
Wyatt May 2017
Tossing and turning
on hot pillows
and strangling sheets.
Uncomfortable
and incredibly tired.
The long day that awaits
doesn't help me either.
I hate nights like these
when I can't get to sleep.
I can't sleep and I have work tomorrow. I can't catch a break, can I?
2.6k · Sep 2018
Weaponizing Myself.
Wyatt Sep 2018
Weaponizing my mind
to fight off another night,
but another part of me strategized
to make it to the other side early.
I'm sorry for saying.
Something about a mysterious death
at an early age has always fascinated me,
to be honest.
Like a Curt Kobain or a Robin Williams,
what did their lives consist of compared to mine?
As a youth never understood,
decorated with stereotypes
my peers draped over me
I grew bitter and confused as a pre-teen,
concerned with how I
was going to handle all of these
responsibilities suddenly thrown upon me.
Little things made me wanna die, so how do I
deal with these serious subjects which currently
share space in my mind?
I was childish, I had trouble forming the sentences
that could have saved my life from going down this
path I'm currently cursed to walk.
I took nothing seriously,
I just wanted to rot my brain away
staring at the TV which played every cartoon
that added fire to the fantasy burning within me.
I wanted to be a prodigy, I wanted to be special,
I wanted to help others realize their own greatness as-well
which backfired once I accepted my mediocrity.
The proof was in the pudding, so they say.
I jumped to levitate and my face met the ground,
I wanted to sing and produced an **** sound.
I wanted to get a head-start in the race
and always found myself waking up late,
running to the classroom
to avoid embarrassment
from these peers already seated
with their assignments.
You're out here deciding life-goals and majors
and I'm just sitting here scribbling in a notebook
trying to find words that rhyme with others.
Writing poetry before I even knew the word,
I just called them cool sentences.
That was bliss, that was disappearing for me
in a world that seemingly didn't match my DNA.
If you made it this far in the poem, I wonder why
because these are just the
ponderings of my troubled mind.

I'm late to the game, late to the pen.
I'm late to the door, late to the end.
I'm late to the party, late to the trends
so an early death would be my first time
making it to whatever comes next on time.

Wanted spotlight, but not for my own selfishness.
Wanted to fight for you, not what I'll indulge in
but that hope was already small as it was.
Now the few people that existed in my life
started straying, dissipating into the blur of life.
They got cars, got jobs, they
got depressed and I got sorta shy.
I shut myself into my mind,
creating different ways of this occurring.
I made myself a sports-star, a musician,
a politician that actually brought us peace,
or a magician that made happiness grow on trees.
God, I tried to let you soak into me
when I cried myself to sleep.
but these days I meet with doubts
and slowly I feel further away from you.
I know you've healed sicknesses
that would've killed me early,
I know you gave me opportunity.
I wasted that potential you gave me,
I just wanted to do something
that meant something.

Ever since I first learned
about depression I was never the same,
I remember my brother telling me
how much he wanted to **** himself
and I think some of that self-hate reflected onto myself.
I started hating those talks, those dreadful walks
to an empty room to talk him off the ledge.
I started avoiding him to give myself false-peace,
I started finding distractions to divert me
from suicide that was mentioned to me
by bullies that said I'd be better off dead
and now I think I understand what they meant.
After twenty one years
I haven't passed ten years old.
I still think like a kid, I ain't no adult.
I still get panic attacks when I
think about driving in traffic,
that ticket to leave is locked
behind fears I can't assess.
All I wanted was someone to notice me,
I didn't want to become
another face in a monotone society
that teaches us to blend in,
I always stood out.
Even now, my shifty eyes
get weird glares from their eyes.
"Avoid confrontation to avoid lies",
so I keep to myself until my demise.
That time feels sooner than most think,
my fear will be the death of me.
I don't fear death, I fear living life
under microscopes that won't get my life.
You, you and you.
You couldn't handle my truth.
Just a glance on this page
and you'll go "****".
Once my parents die ashamed of me,
once my siblings fully abandon me,
once I have to move myself to the streets,
what will this world think of me
when I have nothing left to hide behind?
Now I'm weaponizing myself.

Weaponizing my mind
to fight off another night,
but another part of me strategized
to make it to the other side early.
I'm sorry for saying.

All my life I wonder what comes next,
but now I've lived long enough to know
that nothing changes for the better.
Hospital bills **** me,
depression pills depress me.
Prescription pain-killers only
shows weakness in me.
I hate these stereotypes we are forced to live under.
The defenseless girl and the muscle men,
even though I've met many strong girls
living lonely lives raising kids
they never asked to raise alone.
I've looked at myself in the mirror
and without fail I notice all the fat
that hangs off my body, it's disgusting.
To lose it would be to find motivation
which is hard to grasp when I don't see
myself in a happier picture regardless.
**** face, eyes confined to glasses,
personality disorders that prevent me
from going out and actively
embracing every facet of society.
Bipolar, my heart gets colder.
I think bad things on good days
and on bad days I die inside.
So what the hell is a real man?
What is confidence?
What is bagging women
like a box of chocolates?
What is smoking your life away
to look cool in front of people
who will look the other way
when you abandon these constructs
that got you that far today?
I guess I'm not a man, I guess I'm a kid
or maybe an alien that has no place
in a world that critiques long before they listen?
I'm weaponizing myself in mind, not in person.
Because a guy with a gun can still die in a knife-fight.
I can't trust what you say,
I'll sleep with both eyes open.
Loveable nice-guy who is quiet,
that's all I've ever been.
I'm such a coward, it's evident.
I've let my family, my friends,
these strangers all in my life step over me.
And now I'm alone, bruised ego and all
preparing for the night.
I'm ready to die, so
will this be the last thing I write?
It's long. It's detailed. It's honest. This is me.
For doubters of me, which includes myself.
I'm weaponized, but now time is running short.
Life has been a hell I'll never forget,
so forgive me for wishing myself death.
2.5k · Apr 2016
Chase You Away.
Wyatt Apr 2016
I wish I could be smiling
and I wish I could be happy for you.
I wish I could brighten your day,
but all I've got are sad poems
and a personality that'll chase you away.

I guess it's meant to be this way.
2.5k · Jul 2018
Classism.
Wyatt Jul 2018
I see the classist
who fuels the masses.
Community, dreams
buried under taxes.
Who decides what passes
and what won't go?
You cling to morals,
yet you strike so low.
Distant pipe dreams,
we reach for the jaw
that binds us, blinds us
under authoritarian law.

******* under our noses,
but they're still raised.
Scoffed, but scuffed.
Wrought, but tough.
Why do we wallow
in the dirt
yet we still look above?
"Pick a side,
you can't wait in the middle.
Can't overlook,
you're apart of the visual."
We're panicked in the wake of this.
"You're either the talk of the show
or the mistake that makes the art ****."
In hate the people unite,
separated as we ignite.
It's unforgivable.
Classism will be the death of us all, it's unforgivable.
2.4k · Jul 2018
Hospital Drive.
Wyatt Jul 2018
Hospital drives,
endless tears around me.
Infinite worry,
an uncertain year of bleeding.
Late-night exhaustion,
thoughts fast on a race-track.
Fighting for your life,
but how much longer can we go like that?
Life is bad right now.
2.1k · Aug 2016
Long Hugs.
Wyatt Aug 2016
Sometimes I wish life was one really long hug.
2.0k · Apr 2017
untitled short.
Wyatt Apr 2017
One long, agonizing battle
can suddenly come to a close
and never end up happening
with the wave of one white flag.
The longest story won't be penned,
instead it is spread thin and cut short.
I improvised until I couldn't.
1.9k · Apr 2016
Win. (7W)
Wyatt Apr 2016
Sometimes you've got to lose to win.
Short and simple.
1.9k · Aug 2018
Freak Of Nature.
Wyatt Aug 2018
I can tell you’re a freak
by how your hands
wrap around my throat.
You establish dominance,
you shut me down.
I’ve seen this before,
I’ve felt this before.
The lust between us
put a target on my back.
You sent a shiver
down my spine,
shook me to my core
then you took my heart
with you back to your door.
It’s only natural, it’s obvious.
I’m meant to be owned by you
with nothing at all in return.

I picked out locks
to get into hearts
I had no business being in.
I took your bait,
settled in and got comfortable
as your trapdoor caught me.
I took just a shot of her
then I found myself
at the bottom of the bottle,
addicted to her taste.
I’m drunk on a girl
who knows her way.
Her legs wrap around me
like a snake with her prey.
I’m drunk on a girl who knows her way, she’s a freak of nature.
1.8k · Apr 2016
Neglect. (Haiku)
Wyatt Apr 2016
We choose to neglect
it all because we don't know
what we're doing.
1.8k · Jun 2016
Are You Impressed?
Wyatt Jun 2016
I wanna win over your hearts,
I want just something to make some sense,
but I keep on babbling nonsense
and I'm looking like an idiot.
Why has it gotta be this way?
Why can't I follow a code or just pass the test
and leave a lasting mark in your head?
Are you impressed?

Really I'm a nice guy
or at least I try to believe that,
but really I've got no command
and I've got no power in this
restless world.
I'm all talk and no action
even when I set the bar so low,
and I kick myself when I act fine
because it's all just fake, tough guy bravado.

Are you impressed?
I'm breaking my back just to stay in frame of the picture.
Are you impressed?
I've tried so hard just to get no progress.
Have I done well?
Because well and well enough are two different phrases.
Please tell me you're impressed.
I'm breaking my back just to stay in frame of the picture. Are you impressed?
1.8k · Jun 9
WINGS.
Wyatt Jun 9
Take me to the clouds,
give my wings reason.
The air through my hair
gives me meaning again.
The world cast below me,
I admire this view.
Please take me so high,
give my soul flight.
Inspired by BTS.
1.7k · Apr 2016
Goodnight World.
Wyatt Apr 2016
Goodnight to the world, it's time to rest
and lift this weight off of my chest.
My eyes are heavy and my arms are weak,
I have to lay in this bed, I need to get sleep.
Goodnight everyone! Leave me a like or two for me to see when I wake up tomorrow? :)
1.6k · Aug 2016
It's My Birthday!
Wyatt Aug 2016
Hi people,
it's my birthday.
I'm trying to make the most of it.
I got gifts, I got love,
I had an awesome one.

:)
I'm the big 19 now!
1.6k · Jun 2016
Intimate.
Wyatt Jun 2016
Intimate feelings
shared between two human beings.
Body heat exchanged
with love that remains.
Staring into those eyes makes me feel like
I've finally passed the starting line.
This closeness is magical
and it makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine.
It gives me hope in something we don't regularly see,
like the anger and the fights outside don't matter.
As long as I have you.

There's nothing to keep
behind closed doors,
no reasons to hide when
we're our strength and our own light.
In this room...in this moment,
we shed our souls and comfort one another.
Our tainted hearts feel more pure
with something as simple,
something as beautiful...as this.
The stress is extinguished with love and all this
tranquility the real world doesn't have.
It's exactly why this all feels like some distant dream
where intimate feelings mean something.
This is something I hope I can earn from someone special someday, something that I dream about. It honestly takes a lot more of my headspace than I let on.
1.5k · Apr 2016
A Place To Stay (Belong).
Wyatt Apr 2016
I want to be your clear lens,
I want to be the calm winds
gently touching the sea.
I want to be the peace...
for you.
We all know pain a little too well,
it's like a distant neighbor
that comes by to visit.
I wish we could just sit here
for awhile and hold each other.
Not with any ***** minds
or any ill-intent.
Not with any hidden motives,
just for feeling the life in the both of us...
just for the sake of feeling close enough.
It doesn't have to be weird,
it doesn't have to be like that.
I'm just sick of only knowing myself
so please can you give me
a single spot in your mind?
I need a place to stay tonight.
I'm feeling a little uneasy
and a little afraid.
I just need a place to stay tonight.
I need a place to belong.
It's times like these in my life where I've never felt more alone. So I wrote about it.
1.5k · Jun 2016
Underwater.
Wyatt Jun 2016
Floating through the sea,
sinking down lower.
I feel the air
slowly leaving my lungs.
I am becoming one
with everything
that doesn't make it back up.
I am becoming one with everything that doesn't make it back up.
1.5k · May 2016
Temptation (I've Failed).
Wyatt May 2016
I always fail when I try to fight it,
we always express such weakness
when confronted with all this temptation.
The world as we know it becomes a battleground
because we're fighting for our lives
and for our quality of existence.
I personally am going through some things
and I've done things that I'm ashamed to admit,
but just know that I'm still trying
to overcome these shortcomings
and grow into a better person because of it.
I don't want my mistakes to define me,
I want my strive for better to shine through.

It's just hard sometimes
when you're inside moments
of unbelievable depression where a cheap thrill
is all you can hold onto to feel a little better,
but all those "good" feelings of pleasure
are only temporary and they are quickly replaced
with a massive force of guilt and regret.
You feel so ***** and ****, so sick and disgusting.
Looking past all these negative words that I'm deserving of
please just know that I'm still trying
to overcome all these shortcomings
and grow into a better person because of it.
I don't want to be controlled by this.
I don't want to be like this.
Temptation gets the best of me every day
and I'm sorry that I've failed again.
Just know I'm trying to be better.
Ashamed.
Wyatt Apr 2016
Sometimes you're the rose and sometimes you're the thorn.
I've gotta correct the situation
because I know I've done something wrong.
I just want to feel something different than this.
I'm sick of hearing the same old songs,
time to change the album and write something new.
Now that I'm stronger on my own,
maybe I can overpower the things in my head.
Turning dark thoughts into strong action.
Sometimes you're the rose and sometimes you're the thorn.
Sometimes you're the sunshine and sometimes you're the storm.
1.4k · Apr 2016
Not That Crazy. (Haiku)
Wyatt Apr 2016
I'm not that crazy,
I just have all these feelings
in my head tonight.
1.4k · Aug 2018
Like Royalty.
Wyatt Aug 2018
She had many partners,
treated them like pawns.
Her voice sang for them a song.
A queen with a sharp look
and a smile so devious.
Left him in the hotel room
with a handful of grievances.
Enticed many curious eyes
with the sight of her body,
she moved with a hint of harmony.
*** appeal, her side of the deal.
Giving them more than
they could possibly feel.
She’s dressed up like royalty,
matching beauty with brains.
There was no boy in the night
that she couldn’t tame.
She lived like royalty, like a queen.
1.4k · Jun 2016
Games.
Wyatt Jun 2016
We treat life like it's a game of chess
and love like a complicated puzzle
where we exchange pieces of our hearts
and hope that they can fit.
We exchange pieces of our hearts and hope that they can fit. Even though we have no idea.
1.4k · Jun 2017
Coming To An End.
Wyatt Jun 2017
How you all live
makes me sick.
You continue
a beaten path
believing that there's
some type of point.
It frustrates me
how you cannot see
where you went wrong.
We're all clocks
with dying batteries.
We're all slowly
coming to an end.
1.4k · Jun 2016
God. (Haiku)
Wyatt Jun 2016
No limits hold You,
no man can comprehend it.
God always prevails.
I know I don't write about my faith as much as I should, but please know that anything I have is surely because of Him, even if I'm so far from deserving. That's the beauty of it. With God I prevail because God's love always prevails. Thanks for reading.
1.3k · Jul 2018
Victory.
Wyatt Jul 2018
I stiffen, I stumble,
I'm static, I'm humbled
and slowly I mumble
these words of defeat.
You're reading, I'm writing
of all of my findings.
I'm digging, I'm hurting.
Outcome, bittersweet.
The past is my mask,
and today is a blur for me.
That mask has molded me,
the future's grown murky.
In depths of despair,
I write out my affairs.
Devil thought he got me,
yet I've drained all my worry
onto the page in front of me.

I'm bitter, yet triggered
to reveal how I feel,
I'm the sender of mail
made out to you to no avail.
The girl that catches me
inside miles of magic
won't know how I'm feeling,
these words of mine are tragic.
I cannot grow wings
yet my words make me soar.
I've never had a voice,
yet the page hears me roar.
I've bled, I've fed into mistakes.
Hands write so fast I can't keep up it's pace.
That mask of my past no longer fits my face.

I hurt, yet I write to deal with that hurt.
Clutching to pens, for better or worse.
If I either merge with the clouds or go in reverse,
just know I was happy that you read these words.
It's a daily conflict and come to find out
that it's a daily that's also become my reward.
That word has multiple meanings to me,
I've always used my pen like it was my sword.
Yesterday was a day that I sold out to misery,
yet today is a day where I claim a victory.
I've come a long way. This is expression of that.
1.3k · Jun 2016
Gazing At Distant Galaxies.
Wyatt Jun 2016
I wonder when I'm gazing at distant galaxies
if there's anyone else out there like me
looking at those same galaxies?
I wonder how they think
when they stare at the sky,
I wonder if they're even outside at all?
I feel like these stars in the sky would be more special
if someone else were witnessing them with me,
because all I ever think about when I see them
is how cool it would be if I
could point them out to someone.
Isn't it so weird?
I'm staring at the unknown from this world,
looking at the worlds around me
and they aren't even special enough
because I still need a soul near me
to find any worth in it.
Isn't it so weird?

I wonder when I'm gazing at distant galaxies
if there's anyone else out there like me
looking at those same galaxies?
I wonder how they think
when they stare at the sky,
I wonder if they're even outside at all?
They could be sleeping like normal people do
while I'm wide awake thinking about what other people do.
Am I authentic enough
to be caught in your gaze?
Could you look at me for a little bit
like you do at those stars?
Eyes filled with wonder and admiration
for all that's out there.
Could I for just a moment
be a distant galaxy?
Am I authentic enough to be caught in your gaze?
1.2k · May 2016
I Don't Know Who I Am.
Wyatt May 2016
I am not you and I am not me,
I don't know who I am.
I look at myself in many different lights.
Am I good? Am I bad?
Or am I stuck in the grey?
I tried to stand up and be a unique person
who can boast on my own individuality,
but more and more every day
I see myself slowly morphing
into what everyone else is
and doing what everyone else does.
Changing my mind, changing my style,
changing the look in my eyes and changing my hair.
I'm even changing my personality every single day,
I'm changing everything I choose to say.
It's gone on for a long time...
so long that I don't really know what I am.
Nobody ever noticed my antics
and I never got called out on all of this,
so I kept going with the motions
and I kept learning new trends...
I'm losing my sense of self.
I am not you and I am not me,
I don't know who I am.
1.2k · Aug 2018
To Poets, I Love You.
Wyatt Aug 2018
If I could take
poems with me from
the hundreds I’ve made,
I’d take all of yours.
My legacy here
is built on shame,
so all I want to know
on my way out of here
is all your names.
I’ve seen enough of
what I try to make.
I’d learn your words instead
and take them to the grave.
So write me beautiful words
and I hope you wipe every tear
because what hurts you will
certainly hurt me too, dear.

Dearest, yes you.
You are a light
of many.
I see you fight,
your dangling.
You remind me
of myself,
I wish I could
bring you some help.
The web we share,
only grabs us
from where we fell.
Close, I feel you in a way
yet we will never meet.
Hope, I give it to you and
I hope someday you’ll see.
Dearest, I know I’m sad
and you are sad too, but
there’s something better
to be had,
I’m sure.
So live.

I see so much struggle,
we have so much struggle.
The broken pieces we bring
all conglomerate into a new thing.
We’re a beautiful sight together
I will never doubt that.
That’s the beauty
of what we are,
we can give to others
who won’t give care
to all their scars.

We write, we write, we shine.
I’m talking about you.
We sigh, we try, we die
but before that
we’ve gotta stay alive.
So write, please write.
I’ll read as much as I can.
We cannot hope to know it all
but I know someday we will
come together to understand.
Write, love
as I will always for you.


.
I love you all. Yes, you.
1.2k · May 2017
Picture This.
Wyatt May 2017
I'm drawing myself out
on the paper for you all to see.
What can you make out of it?
Nothing? There's no surprise,
you know we're all a mess
scribbled down
on crumpled paper.
This mess is my life, the perfect illustration about an imperfect subject.
1.2k · Jun 2016
Strive And Fight.
Wyatt Jun 2016
You've gotta fight for your life
because when you are down
nobody's gonna be there to pick you back up.
Put in some energy and work,
you can get yourself back up from the ground.
Be the best that you can be
and always strive for greater
even if you think you've been beat,
because sometimes there won't be a later.
You have to fight.
This one isn't that great probably, but I wanted to publish it.
1.1k · Aug 2016
I'm So Bored With It All.
Wyatt Aug 2016
Waging wars you cannot win,
what fools you are.
Always needing everything
in your hands.
You say you need people
and you're full of love
until you don't love them anymore.
What would that be called?
I think it's called convenience.
This place is full of your type,
I'm so bored with it all.
Bored.
1.1k · Sep 2018
#OWE - Dalliance
Wyatt Sep 2018
You ran your fingers
down my arm,
whispering in my ear
all the things
that I wanted to hear
but I couldn’t get over
how good you were at this.
You were a flirt that was
borderline Rated R.
Your fingertips met
the scar on my forehead.
To put it politely,
you were directly forward
with all these gestures
of pure dalliance.
To be blunt, to be frank,
you wanted me naked
in the sheets of your bed.
I left covered in your lipstick
and the smell of your perfume.
You surely dominated my mind.
This poem was constructed thanks in part to AprilM, please check out her poetry here: https://hellopoetry.com/AbrilMendez/
Thank you for participating!!

This piece is apart of my #OWE series, where I write poems based off of words given to me by readers. If said poems are deemed good enough, they end up being published here for all to read. If you word is chosen to be published here, your profile will also be showcased. Thank you all for reading and you can contribute a word here if you wish. Thank you for reading! https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2705695/the-one-word-exercise-i-need-your-help-readers/
1.1k · Jun 12
I Need A Hug.
Wyatt Jun 12
All I want tonight is to
shut out the outside world
and to melt inside
the world’s longest hug.
I haven’t had one
in way too long.
If only compassion came judgement-free. We can only dream.
1.1k · Mar 2017
I Wish I Could.
Wyatt Mar 2017
I wish I could be the author
of all that you need from me,
but all I know is that I'm too far from that.
Take hold of your calloused hands
and tell you a tale of how you will be
a faithful man, successful man,
they couldn't even dream
of tearing you back down. I wish I could.

Tell you that we all will ascend into that good life
and take a seat there til' we all die in our sleep.
I never claimed to have the answers or the power
to control you when I have trouble controlling me.
I can't sit here and tell you pretty things,
not when even I myself have been too ****.
I can't paint a picture with the same hands
that have committed so many secret atrocities.
Do you think red is a pretty color?
I'd show you something that'd change your mind.
We are all in need of expensive therapy
when we have no money in our pockets.

How can I do it?
How can I set this perfect world in motion?
I wish I could, I know we should.
I wanted to bring you up with me
but all I got was another anchor.
I cannot provide much more,
if anything at all. I wish I could.
We've all got a cross to bear, but come to find
we cannot even start to bear ourselves.
I never claimed to have the answers,
but I wish I could.
1.0k · May 2017
Real Me.
Wyatt May 2017
The pain never goes away.
It stays in contact,
it knows when I get afraid.
Following me, tracking me
hurting me when I change my fate.
Makes a fool of me
when everyone else
is moving on today.
I'm glued to the floor
singing the same old song.
Grabs me by my soul
and tells me that I'm wrong.
Shames me, I blame me
for how I've turned out.
Lost a lot, held back
now look at me now.
I'm alone and it's hard to pretend
that anyone out there
wants to be my friend.
I repeat the same events,
I go, I fall, I cry inside
and now I'm back where I begin.
It's hard to harbor hope
when you put on a joke,
acting tough hoping I provoke
the confidence that never was.
Hoping someone can see
past my past and see I need love.
The pattern I exist in
is way too rough.
It's hard to fight
when you always give up.
1.0k · Aug 2018
Curses.
Wyatt Aug 2018
Sometimes I question
my circumstances,
why I’m always
the weakest link.
Inferiority
has always been
a synonym
to all I think.
What more
do I have to do
to convey
that I’m afraid?
I’m tapping scars,
thinking of all the stars
that burst in my brain.

Pacing back and forth,
constantly in a daze.
The edge of this cliff
must be miles wide,
because I’ve been
on it for many days.
Leaning forward,
I haven’t fallen yet.
Looking down into the void,
suddenly the fall isn’t so scary.
Put me out of my misery,
I see bliss in the kiss of death.

My life,
full of curses,
written in cursive.
I feel guilty,
awful, pitiful.
Life alone
should be enough
to be grateful for,
but they say a cup
with nothing in it
is always useless.
I’ve given up,
can’t act tough.
I’m hardly living,
a shell of what I was.
Death, swallow me up.
I’m sick of living in this.
1.0k · Sep 2016
I've Done Wrong.
Wyatt Sep 2016
What is the cost? What is the gain?
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
The sins in the back of my head
make me feel I am better off dead.
I've done wrong again.
1.0k · Apr 2017
My Most Popular Poem.
Wyatt Apr 2017
After time has passed
I read back and realize
that in that moment
my biggest issue
was about eyes.
Your Eyes,
then My Eyes.

After I've become so comfortable
with writing, recreating
dark recollections about my life,
I check back to remind myself
that my most popular post
on this site was a sappy love poem.

And nothing else even comes close.
Irony is a great comedian.
999 · Jun 2016
This Is Consequence.
Wyatt Jun 2016
Cemetery flowers laid down
for souls lost in this.
Eerie voices that I can hear
whispering to me.
Nothingness awaits.
I'm on the same path now.
Crossing faith
and tangling fates.

Road blocks are surrounding me
as these walls get more blurry.
You can stand in the way,
but nothing's stopping me.
Ghosts are haunting my residence
holding every move,
every action over my head.

But what could go wrong?
We're living so happy.
We've got drugs and cigarettes
so we can exhale the feeling.
We've got alcohol
to drown the pity.
Bed head
at three in the afternoon.
Let's get ready
'cause hard times are coming soon.
Right now I'm the only
person in my own world who exists
even though I am dead and empty.

This is death.
This is regret.
This is consequence.
This is consequence.
979 · Jun 27
Drunk.
Wyatt Jun 27
Everybody’s drunk off something,
I can’t lie I’m just a little jealous.
Wish I could get my mind off of everything. I’d down the whole bottle.
965 · Jun 14
Magazine Girl.
Wyatt Jun 14
She’s feeling inadequate,
insecure about her body.
She spends her allowance on
makeup and name-brand clothes.
She practices poses, specific ways
to flaunt her body for the boys
who are watching her every move.
She begins rigorous diets
to drop a bunch of weight
she doesn't have to lose.
She spends countless time
perfecting a look, a personality,
mastering a life they will accept.
This girl's even talking differently,
telling them what they want to hear.
She looked like she was
right out of a magazine,
and all this work for what exactly?
For the boy that steps in
to toy with her faint heart,
shattering it in the process?
She sacrifices her own wants daily
for people who shouldn't have a say
and I hate to see that happen
because this girl was much more beautiful
in the beginning before she tried to change.
This one is inspired by someone I once knew. I saw her change herself slowly over time, desperately trying to match the expectations that can be wrongfully placed on a lot of young women today. At first it was empowering to see the reactions others had, but eventually she came to the realization that she was never truly making these changes for herself. She was changing for all of the people around her, afraid of rejection or being isolated from the crowd. I feel this is an important message for every single one of us, but I know it hits home for plenty of women out there. Don't alter yourself or change yourself to match the expectations people have forced onto you. Don't feel obligated to put your own feelings aside to cater to anyone else's opinion of you. Do what makes YOU happy inside and most importantly, learn to love yourself for who you really are inside. You are the most beautiful when you are you and I hope you know that. Much love to all of you and thank you for reading.
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