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Jack Jul 2018
I hate small talk
Although it's a start
It's always the same questions
Those questions beg similar answers
"How's your day"
"Do you like the weather"

I want big talk
Two intellectuals conversing
I want to talk about space
The intricacies of clouds
The beauty of the world
Or even controversies

Let's all take the time to move from mere small talk to big talk
I'm just fed up with all of the small talks I've had recently
Demons Jul 2018
Emo.
The stereotypical thoughts are,
I slit my wrists,
I drink bleach,
I wear black 24/7,
And I’m depressed, Suicidal or Both.
Emo.
The true thoughts are,
I feel things deeply,
I’m real, I don’t sugarcoat.
And I wear black because it’s Poetic.
Emo.
It’s honestly my true aesthetic,
My one and only place I feel alive.
So for all of you that are Scene Kids and Emo Kids?
Talk to me.
I get you, trust me.
this is a little rant because honestly, people are very stereotypical about the Emo Community and stuff, but yeah. That’s about it.
Sam H Jul 2018
People often forget
to write about their happiness
It's only when they're upset
that they clamor of their madness
because they know
pity comes to the loud,
and ignorance to the mellow
I am happy right now
Stella Jun 2018
Poetry, as I perceive it,
And no offence, alright;
Is not this:
Writing as I would speak to someone
Only stacking the lines one on top of the other
Instead of next to it, in a paragraph.
If I were to put my strophes in a straight line, and end up with a Facebook status,
No matter how great,
This is not my poetry.

What poetry is
The lick of moonlight that betrays the mouse’s tail
The crickets over the careful cat’s march
And a microscopic last breath between a crush of the fangs.
Poetry about poetry
lexi Jun 2018
I'm so used to hiding my face
Behind a smiling mask
And being so careful of every move I make
It feels weird opening up
Like I might scare you away
So I really hope I don't
Or haven't already
I'm not really sure if you could call this a poem
But I was thinking
I have all these drafts
Of poems
I'm too scared to publish
So sitting here in bed at eleven at night
I thought heck it
Here's a rant
My life seems all about the likes
I know this is such an overused metaphor
But really
My day isn't good
Unless my Instagram pic gets at least 100 likes
Hey i could write a poem about that
Anyway
I've actually written quite of few poems
Not all of them published
About hating myself
I mean for one thing who wouldn't love to be a super skinny blond blue-eyed chick
On the front of a magazine
posing in her underwear and getting paid for it
My biggest issue though
Is my weight
Let me tell you something though
I am not overweight
And really it's not a problem to be slightly overweight if you are
But I'm letting you know that I've been told my weight for my height is just fine
But I'm tall
Like really tall
So normally I weigh more than everyone in my class
And even though
I'm told it's not a problem
for me it really is
So this rant is getting pretty long
So I'mma end it here
And promise myself that I will not chicken out
And will publish this
But this was fun
So who knows
Might do it again
oh gosh this is loooooooooong thx so much though if you read all of it.
Sunflower Jun 2018
I’m so sick of constantly being rushed, I’m sick of being told I’m doing something wrong, I so ******* done with being threatened to be beaten the **** out of it have my stuff smashed by both ******* parents. Im sick of being told that not wanting to do something is wrong or being made to feel so.
I just don’t get why it’s okay for a parent to tell you that they are going to beat the living **** out of you.
Or “oh you’re cutting yourself because you want attention, but don’t worry if I tell you that everyday you’ll realise that it’s stupid, because Tianna is such a independent, down to earth girl, who really just wants to fit in.”
“Oh yea she was in hospital, she slipped and fell. And had to get stitches, she’s fine now though. I’m totally not lying because I’m disappointed and very embarrassed that my daughter turned out to be a disgusting, lazy, attention seeker.”
“Oh how’s Tianna? She’s great she has her faults more than not but she’s honestly great to have around lie and I used to trust her so so much”
“I’ve thought about kicking you out, again. But, that would look bad on ME. Don’t you know how much I ******* hate you sometimes. Like, I look at you and have no love for you. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME.
You’re behaviour reflects on ME. And those scars make ME feel sick.”
Oh cause don’t worry mummy you don’t need to worry about me anymore because you can’t worry about someone who doesn’t worry about themselves.
I’m just so done with acting like nothing is wrong.
Or actually being scared when someone says they have a problem, but not the scared scared. Like the scared of how you’re gonna punish yourself this time
Feeling the need to say sorry 100 times and assure them that you care deeply about them 200 times
I’m so sick of feeling like EVERYONE has a problem. When really it’s me who has a ‘problem’
Don’t take this the wrong way but that’s one thing about love. When you are so deeply in love with a person their hurt falls on you too. Their anger angers you. Then arguments. Both of you are ****** up and broken. But you love eachother so much that you just keep on relying on one another to climb up the wall then pull you up too
But that’s the thing both of you are too ******* weak to do that
So it’s a cycle of getting down, climbing up, failing at pulling up the other one, getting down, then switch
Self harm is self harm. Excessively or not it’s still stupid. Temporary pain even the smartest people know won’t help in the long run
But we all repeat and repeat. Oh but it looks so pretty and it’s beauty distracts me from the ugly truth.
But the pain is always gonna ******* linger and linger until one day you realise that sad isn’t the only way. Sad is one way. The wrong way but looks so identical to happiness it’s cousin from across town.
So many people make the mistake of mistaking happy as sad but they all one day find the path to happy.
After walking past so many signs saying no. No this is not the way
They finally realise that the only person who can help them is themselves
In the words of Neil Hilborn; “I don’t think being creative and mentally ill is just related, i believe it’s the same thing.”

I hate my mind.
Actual rant to my girlfriend :/
Kyla Duncan Jun 2018
MY SEXUALITY IS NOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO GAWK AT

MY LOVE IS NOT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT

OUR KISSES ARE NOT PERFORMED FOR YOU

WE ARE NOT AN EXHIBIT THERE FOR YOUR VIEWING

'TOGETHER' DOES NOT INVOLVE YOU

SO KINDLY *******
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