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 Feb 2018 Vianna
 Feb 2018 Vianna
It's been three straight days
and I've forgotten the moon
and the calm of night
I haven't been sleeping well
 Feb 2018 Vianna
insomnia is
 Feb 2018 Vianna
staying up til 3:34am just thinking about his kisses

angrily fluffing pillows because they're not him

tossing and turning wondering if he's doing the same
I am quite impressed, you are a 13 year old who has been through so much pain. But instead of letting that pain turn you to a bad person, instead you turned it into a beautiful gift that only a few will understand. You are quite honestly one of a kind, the kind of person that will, of course in due time be able to spin together words and make something so beautiful that not even the Sun and Moon will be able to compete. You have so many years, if you keep on practicing and learning sooner or later the stars will quiver in fear. Only because the allure you put into it would put all the stars bright shining rays to a deep and utter shame.
 Jan 2018 Vianna
Eridan Strider
There's an infestation in my minds imagination
I hope they choke on smoke
Because I'm smoking them out the basement
This is not rap, this is not hip hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop

Rapping to prove nothing
Just writing to say something
'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing
This doesn't mean I lost my dream
It's just right now I've got a really crazy mind to clean
Know what I mean?

No I didn't understand a thing you said
If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch
Saying stuff like, "You only live once."

Yeah once. You got one timme to figure it out.
One time to twist and one time to shout
One time to think and I say we start now
Because death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

- Twenty One Pilots
 Jan 2018 Vianna
Not a poem
 Jan 2018 Vianna
I know this is a poetry site, but Tyler Joseph needs to know in every way how much he means to me. Without him and his music, I probably wouldn't be alive, writing poetry anymore. So, thank you Tyler. You deserve the best birthday anyone could ever have. The song, Migraine, is one that speaks so dearly to my heart. No, you are not alone, Tyler! I am right here with you. And yes, Fridays are indeed better than Sundays. :) I need your music and your words! Who else is going to encourage me to keep living?? I love you so much Tyler. And Josh :).
 Jan 2018 Vianna
 Jan 2018 Vianna
My wrists and thighs
Tattooed with white stripes

My mind consumed in darkness

My eyes clouded with nothingness..

My wrists and thighs stained red

My mind fading

My eyes rimmed with lack of sleep


This was my first poem.  I hate to be mainstream with depression poems but this was the first one I had ever written.

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