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Palpebra Jun 8
you being right

doesn't prove me wrong

me being away doesn't

change where i belong

i maybe a result

of a rough ride

but that doesn't say

that i've got no pride

i am and will always be

better when dealt with bitter

i am different

cuz i am a trend-setter
i am who i am
Nylee Mar 28
I have scribbled across thousands of drafts
I couldn't write a sentence of absolute truth.
Is this the one?
Delyla Nunez Feb 10
I was burned to ash only to rise.
Thoughts of the wise,
Love of the highs,
And lost of all of the goodbyes.  

You broke me down.
Not knowing you made the final blow.  
Leaving me on the floor.
Cold and alone.

I’ve cried until it was nothing,
Because I knew you were only bluffing.
My anger rises and I am hungry.
Fueled by angst and negativity.

No longer will I play nice,
After all it was you who turned me towards the next vice.
I know I’ll be fetched for a hefty price.
Just another bleh one haha, I can’t think of anything new.
Tatiana Dec 2020
I've dissected hearts of sheep
who bleat about what they eat
and how they're incomplete
they need to meet
that other sheep who'll complete them
And yet I'm no closer to understanding
these grand feelings, these demanding
blood-pumping vessels that are deemed romantic
have you ever dissected one?
Not to be pedantic but they aren't filled
with love.
Perhaps that's why I don't get it
I'm dissecting hearts when I should be
picking at brains, watching the sparks
that I hear people talk about
take place
But I don't feel sparks
am I supposed to?
If I cut open my head and **** around
I'll find what's wrong and cut it out
and I'll feel just like everyone else
won't I?
I don't think I will
Because I've dissected many hearts
and each one is different
in size, in shape
in care, in weight
so why wouldn't our brains be any different?
So I do not feel the spark that other's do
I do not feel the pull that other's do
and as long as I'm living with it
and I accept it
I don't feel broken or alone
I don't feel like it is something to fix
because my heart isn't broken
nor is my brain
I just don't want to *******
my guy
or anybody tbh
get over it
©Tatiana
I hope we're seeing why many of these are drafts and not fully-realized poems

Uh main idea was me trying to understand why I don't want to have *** with people. Yeah I'm on the asexual spectrum, still figuring it out though.
Tatiana Dec 2020
I hold my bible in my right hand
because I'm a God-fearing man and
Christianity has always been in style.
I like white because it's the color of surrender
red for my blood I'll never spill
and blue for the sky that I will rule.
Wear my brands like a badge of honor
and follow my lead
for I am the prophet of style
I profit off of stolen style
I'm the prophet of style
they should put my face on the dollar
for how much I profit off
"In God We Trust."

(but only trust me)
©Tatiana

The idea in this draft was to talk about people who abuse their authority position in religion for a power trip. Also about people who pretend to be religious so that they may receive the support of those who truly are religious. An act all for a power. I chose Christianity because it's the religion that I grew up with and was witnessing events that lead me to these conclusions.
Obviously, not all Christians fall into this specific brand of person. I do not intend for this to come off this way. I'm talking about specific people (a minority) who have the power to influence a large amount of people and are abusing it.
This is a very touchy subject which is why it had stayed as a draft until now.
Tatiana Dec 2020
I'll take a walk that I won't return from
leaving behind coats and mittens
in hopes I'll become frostbitten
and numb
©Tatiana

This isn't really a planned series as much as it's a need to empty my drafts which I have over 200 of.
On this warm spring day,
The light peers in my window,
Quiet as it can,
Asking questions of shadows:
"Do these walls have ears?
And what does the clock-face see?
Is the lamp lonely,
And does the pillow know tears?"
The shadows answer,
In their sweetest honeyed voice,
"We gave the walls ears,
And the clock has our blank face.
The lamp loves the dark,
Just as the pillow drinks tears.
Won't you come deeper,
Deeper into our shadows,
And hear what we know?"
Will the light claim its homeland,
Burning up the dark
And swallowing the night whole,
Or will it shrink back,
Afraid to see the hard truth
That my shadows breathe
And the darkness grows deeper
Fated to hold the sleeper?
From May 2017
Tired and weary,
Torn and worn;
Wrung with wights,
Thick with thorns.
Written Sept 2014
Amber K Sep 2020
Every time I here sirens,
I think of you.
I think of the lights I saw.
The reds and the blues.
I had no idea it was you.
And to this day,
I still flinch at the thought,
that it could be someone else I care about.
Shared from my drafts. About the day I lost a friend to suicide.
Balaguer Jul 2020
No one will ever know how much I miss the rays of the sun
Give me the square root of pi,
there is an approximate estimate.
You will never believe that I love you,
how sad is it that my life has to go on?
If I had one wish for my entire life,
I would skip this life to see you again.
when will you leave my heart?
my heat,
I received your sunlight like a violet
where are you?
Your passion for me made
the grass zephyr,
now
I am the grass,
withering away.

®KS
I lost sight
May. 7th, 2015 02:09 pm
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