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Ari 6d
Ari’s Mind

i wish i was good at writing songs about when i’m sad
but for some reason my mind can’t fathom reaching that grab
although she’s fond of thinking so grand,
depression is something she can’t quite cram in her notes

maybe my next album should be called “Ari’s Mind”
i never knew how complicated she was until now
although writing makes all my stars feel aligned
describing my emptiness is just something she doesn’t allow

it’s something i don’t allow

i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious

billie doesn’t know how lucky she is
taylor doesn’t know how lucky she is
melanie doesn’t know how lucky she is
i wish i knew how lucky this is

at least i can write below sea level
if insurmountable words count as credible
although this poem deems debatable
maybe to some it could be relatable

i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious

26 letters are in the english alphabet
over a million words in the language
and still in my brain i would bet
i can’t comprehend the sadness

poetry is something most don't understand
it takes a long time to build a house out of sand
but if you sit with your thoughts and get deep
then maybe you’d believe the poet’s dream

i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
Malia 6d
Today, I cried at a funeral.

But it wasn’t sadness that did it—
Sadness lounged on the horizon
Too distant to touch.

No, it was the
White-hot, scalding of the spotlight
The eyes, the many eyes, the
Hands pressed to mine, stamping in a
“Sorry for your loss.”
A tattoo, or a brand.

And then I felt it, familiar friend:
The tightness rising like bile, wrapping
Its serpentine fingers around my windpipe,
Around my vocal cords,
Squeezing, squeezing, until nothing but a
Whisper
Remained in my chest, my throat,
My lips, my teeth.

Sadness floated in my periphery, like the
Sun, too bright for me to gaze but the
Tightness lingers close enough to murmur
In my ear,
“You should be.”
Not autobiographical!
eliana 3h
As the fireworks
Burst around in
Circles and all the
Different designs, the
Evening gets longer. So cheers
For all the
Good times we've
Had.
I wouldn't trade them for anything. It's
Just so bitter sweet.
Kids having the time of their lives,
Lost in time.
Memories in the making.
Noises of the summer.
Overwhelming excitement in the air.
Patriotism, the red, white, and blue.
Quick little moments fly by.
Relatives and friends having a blast.
Smells of good ole homemade cooking. Just some
Toasting and traditions along the way.
Unbelievable love and sacrifice.
Visioning every night like this one.
Water balloons flying in the air.
eXpectations of the night, blown away.
Yelling and singing every word to every song.
Zoned in on honor and enjoying life on the 4th of July.
i will not be able to write as i am going on vacation so happy 4th of july ! (early)
Cadmus Jun 22
☕️

A man keeps to himself
most of his:
disappointments,
sorrow,
despair,
bitterness,
and his tragedies.

Then one day, he explodes,
If his coffee cup slips from his hand.

☕️
It’s rarely the last thing that breaks us.
It’s everything that came before it.
Cadmus Jun 17
🎭

What I truly feel
doesn’t survive the telling.

It breaks
on the edge of language…
leaving only
a softened version
for others to understand.

while the real thing
keeps burning quietly
where no words can reach.

🎭
Some truths are not spoken - they are endured in silence.
Look at me
Make my heart run
Let your eyes
Take me over
Drive me insane
Let me see myself
Within your amber
Trap me
Keep me within your gaze
Let me be the insect
Stuck in time
Yet perfectly comfortable
Allow me to rest
Amongst your protective
Safe calming revitalizing eyes
Until you need protecting
Then release me and now
Watch me
Protect you
Ian Starks Jun 13
Sometimes I doubt
If I truly loved them
As much as
I could have.

But I know I did—
These tears are proof.
Ian Starks Jun 21
The box said
‘1,000 pieces’
Yet the picture is complete.

I watch from the lid—
unfitted.

There was never room
for 1,001.
Ian Starks Jun 12
The rocky vessel
I’ve stood on
My whole life

Still leaves me swaying—
Though I’ve since stepped
Onto land.
Bri Jun 10
What is truly love?
A bold show of affection?
Or pure emotion?
Haiku
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