I don't know what I'm writing
All those untold stories
In my head; biting
Fighting for every inch
I'm held in a pinch
Torn between our histories
Trying to cope with the loss
All those emotions that I didn't release
Now attack me like a disease
All those memories
My soul is broken; crushed
I had rushed
To your aid when you needed me
But when I needed you, you said let it be
Now you shall see
How it felt to me

lol I have no life
what's wrong with that
there's no strife.
no life? No problem!
having no life is pretty awesome.

Its awful to feel like you don't belong.
You can't do this, you can't do that.
Society says being who you are is just wrong,
No matter where you're at.

"Your face is ugly."
"You aren't skinny enough."
These words come out carelessly,
but this happens in everyday stuff.

perhaps
if there were spaces
     gaps left in the english language

places meant for characters left to be invented

maybe
if there were phrases
     and definitions
yet to be coined

i could finally tell the whole truth
about me
     and the monsters in my head

A cold winter night,

absence of a star light,

Swinging mood around the wild,

who goes there wonders your mind?!

Alone grasping every inhuman sound,

you gasp under your breath with fright.

Is it an illusion that took you for a fool?

or a reality that succumbed you to  a defeat?

Meadows,green grazes,speak a fainting truth,

into unheard stories their lives unravel.

And you stop .Alas you miss the cries of faith,

calling for the good that went missing.

Where art thou? Investigating with only courage,

hidden in the scrambled emotions screaming with rage.

And you react  with momentary mild vexation,

until a like or a trend  directs you to distraction.

Come together we sing in silence,

Come together,we hope in and we stride on

Come together we hold our melting candles  and pine.

Was it all in vain or do we open our eyes ?

I could kiss you always
#trust
I could enjoy this buzz through my skin
For eternity
I pretend it's a gravity field that keeps you
#science
It's certainly not the sun that
Rises and falls
Couldn't keep a rhythm with my heart
#worthless

Surreal messed up poem. Only my friends will get the references.

Weaponized turtles
Moaning Myrtle!
Platform 9 and three quarters
Oops, wall is out of order.
Now you’re concussed
This makes you crazy enough
To take a flying car (because you’re fool)
To a snake infested hog with dermatology problems school
Adhesive sloths!
Polka dotted moths!
Oh wait, that sounds like butterflies
With this poem, literature dies.

I apologize, I just felt like writing something absurd and I am really REALLY tired and my brain pattern is weird, and I read too much harry potter…
OSTRICH ATTACK!!!
Hey, I told you I was weird.