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MetaVerse Sep 28
You're in my head; you're in
          Like rabies.
I've got you under my skin,
          Like scabies.  

You're in my heart; you're heart-
          Attacking.
You crack me up.  I ****.
          I'm cracking.
Emery Feine Sep 27
I thought that we could always fall together
But you told me you wanted to fly
So I watched you realize my hand, float up to the clouds
While I was still falling in the sky
this was my 40th poem, written on 11/3/23.
Lena Sep 26
It started out as just myself
I floated around in the dark
empty spaces you call
your mind.
So many places to go,
but no one to share them with.

Suddenly something shook you,
It shook me too, but I felt something, someone new

We floated around just they and I,
Worlds and Ideas sprouted from their fingertips
The empty spaces became full of wondrous
places and peoples I had never seen before.
It was perfect, but something always felt wrong
You never spoke

You opened your mouth to respond but,
BAM
You were gone.
All but a memory in the void.

Sometimes I still hear you. I still see your face
There have been others, of course. New people,
new places,
new things.
How I wish I could still explore them with you.
Alexis K Sep 25
My scars, battle wounds.
They're supposed to remind me the battles I've won.
So why does it feel like the battle only really just begun?
Mihira Sep 22
Inside my body,
And inside my mind,
There’s a little child,
A child with colours—bittersweet.

I know not if she’s sad or happy,
But I do know she loves to paint,
My body in a colourful tent,
So I let her be.

Now that my body has grown,
The tent doesn’t fit.
But I do not complain,
For I do not wish to see her eyes watery lit.

Every night I lose my sleep,
In wondering,
If she could have a world’s peep.
But alas! My darling,

Will never receive love akin to mine in the world.
Even if the tent becomes cold,
I must stay.
I don’t think I should ever let her go,
Despite my body’s dents.

Being smothered in a colourful tent,
Is better than seeing my darling woe.
Smile to all of them to make everyone's day better
But then your mouth starts to hurt
but you keep on smiling
because who am I if I don't advert—
my eyes from everything, they're all lying
It's 11 at night, I want to sleep
but sweat trickles down my neck as I weep
The labels are crushing me telling me what to be
I just want to recognize myself in the mirror and say "Hey! That's me!"
I am tired of being the stupid and dumb friend
but if I'm not, I might not be able to mend
Mend the souls of those who cried when nights were stormy
And I know someone would do the same for me
but it feels selfish if I don't say sorry.
GUYS I SWEAR I'M LESS EMO NOW. IK THIS IS NOT A GOOD POEM I WROTE IT ALMOST A YEAR AGO <\33 I'M JUST DOCUMENTING ALL MY POEMS ON HERE FOR MY SILLY LITTLE GOODREADS FOLLOWERS
The Bible says not to judge anyone, but does that apply to yourself?
The Bible says to love thy neighbor, but am I my own neighbor if I live alone?
The Bible Says to forgive others, but is their a limit I need to reach?
The Bible Says to love thy enemies, but what if I am the enemy to myself?
The Bible says not to lay with a man, but am I even a man?
The Bible says to not ******, but would I still go to hell if I was the victim?
Mormons, am I right?? (I am Mormon)
Aimée Sep 21
Ruby picked up her phone,
And clicked on Instagram,
She kept scrolling down through everyone's posts,
And for hours her phone was in her hand.
Ruby saw happy couples,
Smiles on every face,
Picture perfect flawless skin,
Food that looked too good to taste.
Luxuries & mansion houses,
Celebs living great lives,
Models eating salad leaves,
Jeans cinched in at their sides.
Ruby went doomscrolling,
Right down through the reels,
Short video after video,
Purposely addictive,
Cause these companies are hungry for the money, like a meal.
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