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drea Oct 2020
i wonder how many people
dated me just for my body,
or the pleasure that they knew i could give them.

i want to know if im any good for anything besides your pleasure.
did you fall in love with me?
or did you fall for my body?

tell me,
was i just your "friend with benefits",
to emotionally **** with?
or did you fall in love with me?

did you want me for my sense of humor,
my music taste,
my sense of pride,
my fashion sense?
or,
for my body?

did you think,
"yeah, theyre hot"
or did you think,
"this person and i are meant to be"
"this person makes me feel loved"
"this person gives me butterflies.
they make me feel like im on top of the world,
like im all that matters to them,
like im the only one they need,
they want,
the one they'd marry."

i thought i was that for you,
i guess i was just your toy
hi, guys. um, update on my last poem. didnt stay strong enough and im only one day clean now. i got kind of triggered and inspired to write, so i made this, kinda a messy one, but it's really genuine. thank you for reading this far. if you have, here, have a virtual hug <3
Ashlyn Yoshida Nov 2020
Swirling banters
red water catches my skin
my wrists are bound to the laughing of the crows
As the minor tantrum of a rebel
I live for the stories that include me the least
symbolism, symbolism everywhere
Felicity Smoak Nov 2020
pictures
from long ago,
filled with memories
you thought you forgot.

every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it,
just how it was
in the pictures.

happiness.
joy.
friendship.
appreciated.
purpose.
comfortable.

I remember it.

it has been
2 years
3 years
5 years
6 years
8 years
9 years
even 10 years.

I remember it.

every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it,
just how it was
in the pictures.

I wish I didn't.

what once brought
happiness,
now brings
pain.

what once brought
joy,
now brings
misery.

what once brought
friendship,
now brings
solitude.

I am no longer
appreciated,
instead I am
mistaken.

I no longer
have purpose,
instead I am
lost.

I no longer
feel comfortable,
instead
I am troubled.

every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it.
I remember it
oh      
so well.

I wish I didn't.

f.m.s.
Sometimes even your closest friends decide to leave, too. And then all you have left is memories, in pictures.
Valarola Nikola Oct 2020
Why do you make me bleed bleed, bleed bleed, keep me bleeding,
It's like you're only happy when I'm on the edge of walking away and leaving,
You love me confused, blurred between sanity and insanity,
But every moment whether it's with or without you is calamity,
And I'm so close to losing it again,
The psych ward is becoming my best friend,
And I don't like it, but you don't seem to give a single ****,
I'm just waiting for when my heart said it's had enough,
Cause that ******* is dumb as ****,
Let's you beat it to pulp and asks for one more hit,
My head's been screaming for awhile now to please let go and not to linger,
But I still have at least have one more fiber of skin left hanging on in my *******,

******* for not walking away when you can see I'm incapable,
You're not gonna leave me until I'm broken and beyond savable,
You want every piece of me that's not broken, and I'll tell you it's not many,
And all the shards are screaming out, "Please somebody save me!'

You, you just love that I love you, and it's not quite the same,
As a love that doesn't keep making you feel more in (*******) sane,
But I don't think you really know the difference,
You only think love is real when it's toxic as ****,
And me, I just want for once to feel okay,
Not to wake up dreading another day,
But you, you don't care as long as I'm paying attention,
What happens though if you push me over the edge of my depression?
Just one step too many and you know I'll down a hand-full of pills,
Not look back until I wake up in the ER or looking down at myself buried under a hill,
Sometimes though I wonder,
If you want me six feet under,
Just for the ability,
To ask other girls for their sympathy,

******* for not walking away when you can see I'm incapable,
You're not gonna leave me until I'm broken and beyond savable,
You want every piece of me that's not broken, and I'll tell you it's not many,
And all the shards are screaming out, "Please somebody save me!'
Dawn Oct 2020
𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖,
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆.
𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏.
𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆,
𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏,
𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕.
𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆,
𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, ''𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝐻𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒'' 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅,
𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆,
𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅.

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,
𝑶𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝖨𝗇 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾,
𝑾𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.
This poem is inspired by LittleLuxray's In Another Life story. The story is really beautiful and it moved me to tears especially the part "I found You" "You found Me". The story is only a fanfiction and you can search it up on google if you are interested in reading it.
Mose Oct 2020
I’m scared that I have nothing left to speak of.
All my poems pour art of misery.
Making statues of our grief.
Filling the museum of my life’s ruins.
They tell me to smile it will make me more pretty like the art on the wall.
So, I paint love I never seen.
Polishing myself to be left on the shelf.
The art sees more truth than I.
Being loved for what is something I don’t know of.
Crossed legged, fingers intertwined.
Praying was a virtue I could only dream of.
I just needed to plead with someone other than myself.
Knees marry the ground as I have with my loss.
Who am I passed this pain?
Begging for an identity even if its not my own.
Ask yourself who is the lead character without their role?
Is there a story even to tell?
So, I reflect everything that is shown to me.
The art and I are only a muse.
A showcase of words that cannot be spoke.
An example of what could be.
A life in the mirror of what should be.
My art on the wall is painted with misery & so am I.
Dawn Oct 2020
𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔,
𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕.
𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔,
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚,
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍.

𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅,
𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓.
𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍,
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
Hello everyone! this is my first poetry that I made last year when I was in junior high. I hope you like it!
That Girl Oct 2020
I found a penny face up.
I flicked it off because luck doesn't exist.
At least not for me.
I picked it up and turned it to tails.
If I can't get any luck no one else can.
People say misery loves company,
But I'm just tired of things working out for everyone else but me.
I think I'm last on everyones list.
I'm the pocket change in the bottom of a purse.
I'm the last resort,
When people are desperate for some change,
Turning their purses upside down,
Throwing couch cushions,
Hoping for some luck.
I'm a lot like a penny.
But if I were a penny I'd have tails on both sides.
**** pennies.
Jay M Apr 2019
Caught up in the expectations,
And you say you want the best for me,
Want me to be your perfect little girl,
And it's torturing me,
This pain won't go away,
Every day keeping it at bay,
Now all is so bitter...

It's getting harder to breath,
Burning my lungs,
One day you'll learn from making your lungs black,
While I try to learn from making my soul black.

I hope so immensely for the pain to go away,
Yet if I spoke it,
I would be taken away,
From all I know,
Into oblivion...

Sitting here,
Alone to bathe in my misery,
Again...

Too many problems,
And I want to run home,
But what good would that be?

Being rejected;
Now I can't find what I've left behind...

This is where I lie,
Broken inside,
Slowly outside,
Loosing my mind,
Being left behind.

- Jay M
April 2nd, 2019
Phanindra Prasad Oct 2020
It bleeds,
It tears the heart apart in itself,
It is really painful,
I realize that It would **** my move.
It would break my mind,
When I will realize that you would forsake me,
And leave me alone to walk,
In this lonely dark grove,
I would suddenly die,
I would try to cry,
To save my soul from breaking,
I would be silent for days
I would fast,
And I might leave this World
I would pray for another time,
For another journey together
To be with you
Together to sleep forever,
And wake up again.
It was written by the author in his melancholic time.
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