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I'm a melancholy heathen
Known to no belief
the only *** of mine
is one that I can drink

Flask held by my breast
this coat holds a hidden pocket
sadness hits me hard
to have this whiskey I am blessed

Jazz never seems to work
it is met with rolling eyes
only rock will soothe me
All hail the Makers Mark
Kate G 1d
It's three in the morning
The mourning hour.
The hour where naught is awake but
Lovers and dreamers
And those deemed too far gone by the rest of us;
To which we send a wilting flower.

It's three in the morning
The mourning hour.
Here I mourn the loss of life
When I took a sterile sword to my own heart
And peered into the gaping, gaping void
Dissolving away the ghost that haunts my hollow tower.

It's three in the morning
The mourning hour.
I mourn the incursion that initiated it
Mourn a life I have known so well
As well as a life I think I shall not meet
Tied, side by side, in a waking melancholy sour.

It's three in the morning
The mourning hour.
Doves less mournful than I have passed on to sleep
And he is, as I dream, forming faster each day
Only now, in death, so dear to me
And I reach out, into the darkness of the night
And end the mourning hour.
The first time I wrote this poem, it was about a ****** little crush I had. Now, I've rewritten it so it fits a new sorrow in my life, an eternal grieving I shall bear forevermore.
leah 1d
when i left my house this morning
it was raining, no, storming
i ran to my car in a hurried sprint
trying to make it to shelter before i
got drenched in the down pour

as i sat in the drivers seat
i thought to myself
about how much i loved this weather
that i loved how miserable it was
the dark clouds
the lingering dampness
the possibility of danger because of it

and then i had a realization

how come when its thunder storming i dash for shelter
but when you create a thunderstorm i stand right in the middle?

- Leah
Megan 1d
Your hands held on sternly to the steering wheel
Your eyes looked straight on at the road
Your fingers moved to the beat of the music
Thanks to ****** cupid,
I couldn’t take my eyes off of you
You became my world view
The way your lips curled as you smiled
I wanted to make a love child

You make my legs jell-o
My heart going out of control
As if you took my soul
You became my Adonis
I could be your goddess
ollie 1d
I wanted to write a poem
About a boy named melancholy
Problem is I ran out of words to describe him
The thing about being melancholy is that there’s no reason to it
And the boy named melancholy is devoid entirely of melanin
At least, in his skin
Hair and eyes, that’s a different story
His skin is snow white and his hair is often mistaken for black
But the stepmother in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs scared him so that he couldn’t watch the movie
Dwarfs, though, in the title, he always knew had been spelt wrong
And the thing about a boy named melancholy is there’s not enough to say and too much to say
Allowing the combination to be something much too complicated for a human brain
The human brain in question, of course, is entirely a trick of our entity
I am a boy named melancholy
Without necessarily wanting to be
And I’m scared
Because I’m so tired of pretending that I’m going to be a boy forever
I’m so tired of pretending that I’m a kid
I will never be a kid again
I’m still never sure if I even want to live to seventeen
Because honestly what’s the point in going on if you’re still going to tell yourself you’re not nearly as fantastic as people are claiming
I’m bringing guns to knife fights and I’m still always the loser cause I forgot that the way mental illness works, all these duels are with your own head
I hate being sick
I hate having to fight with myself all the time
I just want to be a normal kid
I want to go home
And sometimes I feel like that’s too much to ask
I’m fourteen
Begging to be fourteen
And begging to be able to commit a couple crimes and get away with it
To have my first kiss and have my heart broken
Anything is better than this
I just want to be fourteen
Let me be fourteen
‘Cause let’s face it, I never had the chance to be thirteen
Or twelve
Eleven or ten
I just had to suffer
zoe 2d
i'm trying to unlearn everything i've known
i'll grow to hate your star sign forever
i'll let the cigarettes i stole for you burn my arms
i'll smash my rings against the wall
i'll act like a teenager again
maybe decide to ruin my life again
cut off all my hair again
hurt myself again
because anything is better than looking back at us
anything was better than watching the sun rise with you
i'll loathe this autumn forever
because the feeling of the leaves dying and falling
it just reminds me of our nights under the rain and moonlight
spinning me around like our favorite records playing
anything is better than this feeling
yet i'll fix myself in spite of you
because all my bad habits resurfacing again
it feels like i'm healing
goodbye to the season
Ormond 3d
Third had grace, loveliest, angels face,
Second had music and long, lithest form,
The first was a lark, one amorous affair,
All three are now but phantasm, dream,
The forests dark, memory— lost to me.
Stretch out your hand
Chained and cold
****** and old.

Bitten finger, the stink of the crippled
Never even felt the warmth
The barrens, that is my home
Charity gave me two coins of gold
Telling me to buy some clothes
I just wish I did what I was told

I want to go home
Felt so alone
Where have my friends gone?
Lurking around and all I had found
Was a dead telephone.
I sing in darkness surrounded by light
A lullaby of forbidden words.
Yet bother neither beautiful nor sad
Making tears flow and smiles laugh.

Keeping Precious and harmful things away
You can sleep right away
waking up with no worries or strain
singing at night to ease the pain going to bed in a peaceful way.

Dreaming along with your brain saying hello to darkness in your gloomy way
So saying goodbye to your guardian light
abandoning the love of your life
Crying day by day you regret your way
and sang a lullaby of forbidden words to ease the pain.
Pink is fun
Pink is bright
Pink is light

I desire to be free
I desire to be soft
I desire to be love
I desire to be pink

Blue is sad
Blue is chilly
Blue is not silly
Blue is melancholy

Sometimes I'm down
Sometimes I'm raining
Sometimes I'm drained
Sometimes I'm blue

Black is dark
Black is depressed
Black is colorless

I don't want to be soulless
I don't want to hate
I don't want to dissociate
I don't want black
Ive been feeling emotions in colors lately and pink is what i want but black and blue is how i feel
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