A way of expression,
A method of destruction, A powerful shield, A mighty weapon, A piece of art, An escapism... No matter what you call it, Poetry is beautiful. Keep at it, young poet- I believe in you.
Leaving this in the notes because I have nowhere else to put it.
My mother has been slowly blocking every social connection I have from my phone, so the only way I have of sharing my experiences as of now is through this website. I don't know what I'll do if this is taken from me. Side note- my parents are very transphobic, so that's why I've had everything blocked. Once I came out as trans, my mother took matters into her own hands to try and stop me from being trans (or something..) I hope that, given the current circumstances, you can be patient with my lack of posting. Thank you for reading; it means a lot to me.
My cries loud, yet so silent
My screams in agony as it grabs me I thought I had escaped, but once again; it has found me It pulls me under And holds me down No matter what I do, I'll never get out I struggle and scream But it covers my mouth As I succumb to the darkness, My light goes out It drowns me never letting me go far It locks me up behind clear bars I cry out once more, silence... Can't they see my agony? It grabs me I can't escape, it will always find me Silence
A forlorn feeling surrounds me
As I travel down this valley of shadows and darkness Witnessing my life go by while I sit in the passenger seat I am held hostage in my own mind Trapped in this prison with only my thoughts The freedom I dream of is out of reach As I smile and laugh This euphoria is but a veil; A veil that hides the truth
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes strangers can become the holders of our deepest secrets:>
awaited so long so vast to confess a blurt out a must say that my hopes came to the ultimate settle to the unspoken overwhelm of this May hurdled in my lap like a shiny relief anticipation hidden doors under that rag to a whole new brilliant creation never have I ever came to express to redeem a share in a chaotic crowd in a room for that daemon monster flare bare me the tears been shed been dear on the angel on that blanket that saint of the painful don't get this wrong it was a cry of surreal of a friendship that I dreamt of a cherish for those pure souls to come to an emotional peel ------ravenfeels
I wish people could understand
That sometimes things don't go as planned And that I'll always try to hide The things I feel deep down inside I wish people could understand That's sometimes being true is hard That sticking to the rules is bland So let this all become freehand I wish they know That it's possible to Like boys and girls And still be you To be bi in a world Where straight is the norm To be wild and untamed When people conform That it's possible to Be 'smart' and suicidal That comfort doesn't make one Want to keep their vitals That just because I smile Doesn't mean it's all fine That I can hate my life And still act in line So please understand Don't judge, don't sigh I want you to know That I really try To be normal and stuff To not scream and cry To act like I'm still A really good child But before you judge Keep this in mind I'll keep killing myself Until everyone thinks I'm fine
I was burning my walls
when freedom had called but not long after did those firefighters have it stalled. It was hard to fight back when the flames died down the walls grew back and I fell down - But what they still couldn't dim was the fire I had burning within.
No one can extinguish your inner flame!
For the person
Like us We yearn to understand Every Colors Various Shapes Transient Moods Amusing Lies Even a slight change in expression And every other details But it's that vibe Where we truly reside That drives us To portray you
In my hands I hold a pen, not a needle, but a pen.
Oh how I wish it were the needle. Both hold the expression to that which I hold dearly. For it's not just a pen or a needle that I hold; It is me!