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Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Speak
gentle, honest
drawing, talking, trying
This is what you can do, this is what you can’t
stealing, screaming, threatening
dangerous, loud
Victim
When I started ranting, it was originally on PrincessElizabeth013 a young female sonic artist who stole art, threatened people and did quite a few terrible things. She was very short tempered.

For some reason, I felt a way to build myself back up was to do a rant, but not just that, I saw her acting the way that the woman in  Headlines! Was acting and I had to say something. Little did I know that would change so many lives forever.

I know the ranting community has been around for years, it’s been here and not had the best reputation, but as a young kid with a need to complain, I felt it was a perfect way to make content, and soon enough many more started joining in.

Except, I regret doing it.
Some people are worth a public callout, if they bring danger to those around them but I couldn’t help but feel I ruined PrincessElizabeth013’s life when I made those videos and many others after that. I had managed to accidentally create the same toxicity I wanted to fight against. I was just too naive to see and it seemed I just wanted to bully people for the sake of bullying them. I was obsessed with making her life a hell, it was just disgusting, the worst part? I would receive an applaud for what I did. I was praised.  I shouldn’t of been praised and now I try my best in hopefully giving her a better life by being her genuine friend.

It doesn’t change the past, but I feel better knowing I can help her when I can.

When young, kids make mistakes, PrincessElizabeth013 grew up with many people attempting to harass her, bait her, treat her badly and soon enough it fossilised into her being too anxious to show any kind of emotions. Don’t get me wrong, she has her flaws.  I just felt bad for putting them on display.

Overall, it was just my introduction to the ranting community and becoming a YouTuber. I tried to show this in a Diamante form, which was quite hard considering I was not talking about objects and more or less talking about speech.
Miss Me May 2018
The fire building inside
   Should cause an alarm

But no one sees
    Nor feels the heat

It rises and grows
    As no one listens

Then finally you'll hear
    There she blows
Some people never hear what is being said. And it could be what would make a difference in this world!
Bonnie Reina May 2018
Talking.
Texting.
Selfies.
Unspoken words translated by tiny emotional icons living above my keyboard
Every second is doubled
Every day feels like a year
"Don't get googly eyed," i joke
But little does she know,
that message is for me.
How could i resist the presence of you?
You're a grand teacher of the art of self love.
Let me make myself comfortable as you sing to me the joy behind the pain
The truth behind the struggle
The love that never stops giving
You are special, and i have to be gentle
Because when something is fragile
Most certainty it holds value
And you,
You must be handled with care
You must be slowly unraveled
Every single piece
Every single layer
Slow hands, curious hands, hold you close  
Electrical connections
Distracted thoughts
What did you say?
Pardon my lack of listening skills
I'm finding it hard to focus on two things at once
The words that you speak
And the words you keep in your heart
I'm listening to what your not saying
The glow that fills up the conversational platter that feeds my soul
Go ahead, keep singing.
These ears could never grow old of the tune that you sing
jaden Apr 2018
-letters
a character representing one or more of the sounds used in speech

these no longer fit together to form the words i need to talk to you

-words
a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with other words to form a sentence

these seemingly simple elements of speech don't seem to work together to become the sentences i want to say to you

-sentences
a set of words that is complete in itself

i look at you and suddenly my mind is no longer capable of putting together the sentences i long to give you
this started out as a poem for a boy but became a poem about my difficulty to communicate at times
I hear what you're saying
But I'm too busy slaying
The seemingly trivial
For you to see me as a serial
Human being capable of consistency
The sheer insistency
Won't work on me
I follow the path I set
You seem to forget
Hence why you've had your experiences you've had
And why I've had mine.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
Every time
I think I'll stop

I'm not getting
through to you

Every time
I think it's useless

that I'm talking
till I'm blue

Every time
I bite my tongue

and want my song
unsung

Every time
I think that I'm insane

I open up
and words fall out again
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2018
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both  keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
**** I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
hayley robertson Mar 2018
Today is my birthday and I guess I got what I wanted, which was talking to you again.

The past two years I missed having someone to talk to who cared about me, and I’m not sure if you still care, but you seemed like it because you told me, “If [I] don’t have fun tonight [you’re] going to be mad at [me].”
That was just one of the things.

Well I guess I had fun because I listened to the playlist that you made me and I talked to you.
And that’s what I wanted right?
Right.

What I didn’t want was to lie on my floor crying off and on for an hour because that playlist, a simple thing, made me so happy and so scared. I am so scared because I do not know what is happening and I am afraid it is just going to vanish before my eyes like last time.

But I’m timid and I’m shy, too shy to tell you this, too worried about how it might affect the course of events playing out, so I will just write it down here in hopes that you’ll come across it one day. I hope you do see it and take note of just how much the little things you do matter to me.
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