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i read 'small talk'
out loud
at the ripon cathedral,
opening the fourth
annual poetry festival.

i always wanted to light
a candle for him.
but maybe
what i did tonight
will count for more
than a tealight
priced at a pound.

i read about him
and the way
i hold his memory
in this monastery
from the seventh century
and my voice
climbed the arches
dressed in stone.

i doubt
he could hear me
but i hope he knows
i’ll guard him
like a fragile note
cradled in velvet,
no matter how far he is
from home.
this one is about my brother.
Esme 11h
I lived
No survived
For love
The hope that i could have teenage love
Then i could die in peace
But im getting closer to that edge
And as much as i love my first girlfriend
The urge to jump is too high
The one thing i lived for is slipping away
And soon i will have nothing left to live fore
I wanted to experience love before i died
No i want to die before my death
when i was younger i didnt attempt suicide because i wanted to be a teen, now im a teen and id ont want to suicide for teenage romance, now i have my first girlfreind and have realised having a relationship doesnt make me want to not die...small me was wrong, she shouldve died when she was 6, instead of put it off till now
Jenna 21h
When she died,
She turned into flowers
To be carried away with the wind.
This is a really short poem I made years ago that inspired a lot of my other works, my name, and a whole lot of creativity. I have had it memorized for a very long time. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Your big expensive  "pop guns"  don't  stop
tanks,
jets,
or missiles in the sky,
Just your own ******  co-workers and neighbors
and a count down  to a  drunken self-inflicted goodbye.

Good bye and good riddance.
But the guns even after , don't disappear
the family keeps loving and keeping them
with obligation
it's clear.

Preachers of firepower sing their gospel so grand,
While stacking ammo like holy NRA cash  in their G.O.P. hand.
The enemy you fear? Isn't coming dear. Ghosts and shadowy  Fox news schemes.
The real threat is you?
Your own trigger and your twisted dreams.

You brainwashed your kids and in church .
hate and fear the art of digital war,
Marjorie Taylor-Greene outrage, memes, talking points galore.
But when it comes down to it, the battlefield’s near,
And the target is staring back in the mirror, my dear.
Does  it look like  you and  NOT a towel-head or queer ?

The right to stop a king with a single shot musket was their intent.
One ball at a time, not 30-round animal death and torment.

You shoot the deer, the fox, the birds that  flee in fright,
But humans? They would be the only creatures on Earth to walk TOWARDS  a gun fight..
Pray to your ancient carpenter or part time goat herder
there  is no such thing as  subsistence hunting
just animal   ****** .

Domestic rage,
drunken misfire,
kids too young to know,
You preached apocalypse
BUT the smoking barrel steals the show.

Oh, the NRA hymns and your freedom parade,
Big guns, bold threats, so carefully displayed.
nothing stops those  tanks, the  jets, or missiles filling  the sky,
Just your own  delusional ignorance
taught and teaching men don't cry.

So cheer for your rights, whoopty woo, hooray,
Build bunkers, hoard bullets, live in the fray.
The Second Amendment, a relic, a myth you pursue,
Mostly it  destroys …
The sorry MAGA  ******* that  IS  you.

So if you're thinking about taking that to some school yard or campus, do us all a favor and go back inside.
Everybody sees the truth that  you've so long denied.
This **** isn't capable of defending anyone's freedom. Not for more than 200 years. It's an object  of rage and fear turned against neighbors and fears.
Don't try to tell me that it's not weapons and guns that **** people. It's just another tool. I'm not blind or ignorant and I'm sure as hell not a fool .
You can't **** 30 people in under a minute with a rock. You do that with a 30 round clip and a  gun show bump stock.

Kristi Noem  down  in  the gravel pit gain
rounding up Mexicans and preaching bout sin
another innocent puppy in sight
be sure  to tell it again
about your abusive so called 2nd amendment right.

Sadly, they'll keep on doing this over and over again.
It's true,
as long as the NRA is allowed to sell this twisted
Second Amendment lie
to you.
#MAGA, #gunrights, #violence, #suicide, #kids, #hollywood, #Trump, #church, #bunker,
Soul 1d
Parties-frocks-
laughs and giggles
on birthdays,
what about
Deathdays?
Red-yellow-blue-
green gowns
on birthdays,
Black cloaks and
umbrellas at
funerals;
Not even a
proper colour,
just a darkened
shade...
From the cot,
the cry of joy is
heard,
but no voice
came out
from
the
coffin.
The cheeks
of the new born
so warm;
Just cold lips
left of the dead body.
Pureness of birth
has faded
at death,
just ashes and
tear drops
in sight.
Why laugh
at birth,
instead of
weep of death?
What's the difference?
For birth of death
itself is
Birth
...
For Death is just
a another
Birth
...
Life is impermanent. What is born, always ends with death. Just, think for a while...
Esme 1d
I have a girlfriend

I have a girlfriend so why do i still wish for my breath to be stolen
I have a girlfriend so why do i wish to have my whispers be a memory to those who forget my shadow,
So why do i wish to die

I have girlfriend so why do i still wish to not exist,
Why do i still want the blood to slip down my arms like truth is spilling from my veins
Why do i wish for the blood to crystalise in my heart till it suffocates and gets blackened

I have a girlfriend
So why do i still feel empty-
this poem is because for about 2 years now i just assumed that once i had my lesbian dream girlfreind my depression and suicidal thoughts would go but it didnt go and as much as i love her i still wish to not be here :(
Esme 1d
I was seven,
The last time i thought about suicide,
I was severely bullied,
my dad left,
my mum worked
and i had no friends apart from a singular cat
that also died
My family grieved when i was born
And all i wanted was love
People mistook it for attention seeking
But i was attention needing

I planned ways to die,
Self harmed,
And from ages 6 and 7 cried continuously

Im now 15 and in year 11
And i feel like that same kid

I have a girlfriend now
Im queer
And neurodivergent
Yet somehow i still feel like that sad child wanting it to be over
Im 25 days till 8 years clean
And yet i still want to relapse

Have some scars so im valid
Cry because i can and because i have no better response

I want to die-
i think i need help but
camhs is so slow i might as well just grab the razor
Azaria 1d
I think I’ve come this far
To feel no use
when the stars
Left there hue
They ran from that
Bolt …
of light above
The swans divided
Amongst them selves,
over the greenery,
which turned to dust.
Oh Lord you must take away the suffering of the weak and the withering of the deceased
The lingering links of deceitful death
whose chain, only frails
And is never undone
Yet still,
Withering
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