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alex 6d
A void inside my chest,
Inside my body I'm a guest.

My reflection is never the same,
Stole even my last name.

Sand drips slower today,
Real boy confined in cold clay.

Watching through a peephole,
Desperate of nothing but
Control.
felt weird today, thoughts on my poem?
Closure
Peace
Reconnecting
And falling apart

It's all part of the art
The chess game
The mess
Apart of stress

I digress
I see now
I believe now
No going back this time
I can not be your best friend
It's truly the end

Three years I died
Three years I cried
I kept lying to myself
I'm fine
I'm not dying
I'm done crying
I hate you
I hate us
It was never enough

You were a true love
We looked at the stars above
We were shining stars
Glowing and radiant
We burned out
Exploding and permanent

I see now
I think I really do
You're apology
It was true
But you are still
You

I can move on now
I miss us
I really do
But moving on
Doesn't mean it'll stop
It just means understanding
Why it had to stop
It still hurts
But not as much

Thank you for your apology
Thank you for seeing me
For missing me
Thank you for the time spent
The magic lent
Everyday with you
Was beautiful
Sparkling and flying
It ended with crying
But we're no longer dying

I see it now
I really do
You are you
It's something I can't undo
You are selfish
You are an addict
You make bad choices
But mean no bad behind it

It's who you are
And this is who I am
When I was around you
It's all you would do
You hurt me
But you never meant to
It's who you are

You didn't say this
You probably don't know it
But it's who you are
You are selfish
You are reckless
And I don't think it'll ever change

We can't be friends
But it hurts less
It hurts less
It really does
I hugged you one last time
Or maybe not
But for now
It's what we've got

A better goodbye
Then three years ago
It didn't end in tears
Or fears
Just friendly talk about the years
You said let's hang out
Then never called again
It's how you are
I know how you think
Dear old friend

So you do you.
And I'll do me
I'll never hate you
And you'll always miss me
Our souls still connected in destiny
But apart for all we can see
It's okay
I know it is now
So you go ahead and leave town
And I'll keep you around
In my heart
Right where you
Belong
Actually a week after I wrote this i saw them again and we laughed and cried and reminisced. I'm not sure what to do with this but it's nice to heal
Ink, spreading through my soul, my life, as I scribble endlessly:

Don't tell me this is normal, having two
Opposite sides of myself.
Never understanding how I can believe
Two opposing things at the same time.

Kindness always, but I long to be cruel. Love, but sometimes I
Need to hate, to feel the fire burning in my soul. The
Origin of this duality remains unknown, regardless of
What intense measures I have taken to try to understand myself.

Why am I so split? Why do I feel like I
Have to mask constantly to hide my dark side, to pretend like I'm
Only strange, not truly crazy.

I wonder sometimes what's wrong with me.

Am I falling deeper and deeper into
Madness every day?

Ask anyone: I'm "too nice". I'm sweet and enthusiastic and
Naive. But that is only one part of me. Nobody knows that every
Year I am forced to question if I am truly as good as the
Mask I put on. Yes, I am good. But I am also evil. My mind is an
Ocean, both life and death all at once. Am I just overthinking? Will I
Regret all of this worry, or regret that I didn't
Enlighten myself to the wonders and horrors of my mind sooner?
Another acrostic cause they're fun and simple and I'm bored
V3NUS Dec 2024
do they care?
of course they do
do they act like they care?
... mostly
does it feel like they care?
not really
this is referring to my family btw
a friend of mine told me I don't have a good family
V3NUS Dec 2024
I hate school
too much work
too many bullies
too much pressure
staying still too long
no good food

but

I love school
no need to hide
no constant need to be perfect
nobody telling me my grades are terrible
nobody saying I'm slow
nobody calling me fat
nobody telling me nobody likes me
no need to worry if people hate me
because if people do
they can mind their ******* business
is it weird I like being at school more than home?
My friend found another website,
That they want to try out.
They told me I should sign up,
I did it only to write with them.
I took me an hour just to post a poem.

First, read the terms and conditions,
48 bullet points of rules to follow,
Though I still don't know what's going on.
Second, check your email,
Find what Kevin sent you,
And set your password up.
Third, post a poem on your profile,
If you don't it doesn't work,
And you can't view other profiles.
Fourth, try and post a second poem,
Oops! You need to comment,
On at least two other poems.
Fifth, Your comment must be,
At least, 50 characters,
They won't even accept 49.

I'm good here,
It's less confusing.
Wanted to sign up to all poetry with my friend. It was the longest process ever to just post one poem. I still don't understand how it works.
Max Vale Dec 2024
She said she's scared of love,
I know how this goes.
She wants my heart,
But not my soul.
She loves the lights,
Kiss the afterglow.

She said she's scared of heights,
Call it vertigo.
She builds a wall,
I see cracks below.
She hides her pain,
But her scars they show.

She said she can't commit,
So let's take it slow.
She craves the warmth,
But loves the snow.
She said she is scared of us,
Yet stays where Chicago blows.
lola Dec 2024
I am not living,
merely alive.
I lie in bed each day, waiting for my life to start.
As if I'm playing a game,
watching the loading screen,
yet never pressing play.
I am not playing,
merely watching,
as people complete tasks,
upgrade,
level up.
I watch and wait to press play.
What am I waiting for?
homeschooled on and off my whole life, i have one friend. i could make more. i could go to school. what is stopping me from starting my life?
kel Dec 2024
oh my, a white flower.
pale as snow and oh so pure
that the devils cower
is it a cure?
distaste in my mouth
how can something be so innocent
when my whole life is going south
not a sliver of thing decent
I didn't flinch
as I crush the flower with my foot
maybe I'm a Grinch
pessimistic to the root
felt its petals grinding
turning into powder
consumed by a rage so blinding
that makes me wonder
what have I become
...?
DJQuill Nov 2024
Who am I to you?
Am I the song you play to feel happy?
Or am I the playlist
where you put all your favorite songs together
and listen to them on repeat?
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