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photovoltaic Mar 2021
its cold outside and i can't sleep because of you
keep me addicted to my phone, lonely but not alone
its 2am for me, because of these **** timezones
letters against a bright screen, squint my eyes against the light
my eyes are burning, i think im slowly going blind
hopeful messages promising to one day meet up
slip that engagement ring onto your finger, a binding promise
to find you, see you, kiss you, hold you in my arms, in person


not knowing if the other is perfect

~risking ruining your perception of me

because here behind my screen you think i'm everything

~but im bound to disappoint you like i always do

i want to marry someone ive never met

~is this something i'm going to regret?
i started dating this boy online ive never met irl
and
idk how this is going to work out
but i want this to last... is this an impossible fantasy or no?
Serena Mar 2021
She is me
Me is she
We are both the same
But who are we?
We are not in the fame
we are not in the lame
We are different, but both the same
She is someone that gives advice
She is someone that loves carefully
Me is someone that doesn't take their own advice
Me is someone that is mostly negative
Me is someone that loves carelessly
Me is someone that puts themself down because they think it's right
Me is different from she
We are the same person, but we act differently
There are two sides to this one person
Those sides are she & me
Who is she and me?...
photovoltaic Dec 2020
electricity!

you harnessed me,
caged me, running inside copper wires
made me do your bidding
enslaved me as the bringer of energy

you caught me,
dragged me up from the depths
coal-black, the liquid gold of oil
light from the nuclear furnace in the sky
ever-changing, shifting tides

electricity!
i make light for you,
drive giant machines, power countless engines
i am the foundation on which your entire world is built-

but i can also ****.
you may have intentions, a task for me to do
i have intentions too.
yea i know what photovoltaic means but like it sounds nice so whatever. its vaguely based off serafina's song about the subtle knife in philip pullman's novel the subtle knife. lol also feels nice to have something named after me
again, i have no idea what im doing
Delyla Nunez Nov 2020
Same story, girl meets girl then girl turns into boy, April 6, 2020
Exciting changes, wondrous feelings, tremendous *** and so-called happiness.
  she remembers the way you’d hold her; the glint in your dark eyes as you’d kiss her, and her peaceful sleeps.
It would work out in their La La Land, she finally found the one who won’t hurt her because he is also broken and hurt.
Someone who would lift her from the ground after losing all hope that fateful day of April 8, 2018. To be cherished and wanted, with no judgement for her loss.

Lies, miscommunication, and distance July 08, 2020. Holes in walls, doors breaking down. Glass everywhere she looks, two rooms destroyed and looks of fear.
Alcohol is a killer and never to take lightly. Shoving and punches, knifes thrown and cuts on their bodies. This was the first time she left.

Cries of forgiveness, betrayal, distance, “please stay,” “I love you,” and apologizes.
Doubt crawled through her mind every time he spoke those three words. Him telling her how much she meant to him.
No amount of words could save her trust she had to rebuild, the love she gave during his times of destruction, the weakness she felt after that day.
Months of trying, never to satisfy her needs. Constant words of changes and no drive to do so. Being judged for her misfortune and never fully understood. Constantly crying, telling him what needed to be done.

A flick of the switch, morals clouding her mind, her self-worth pushing her out of dark, and her strength returned.
No remorse, no emotion, and no chance to speak again.
She’s gone from his world, leaving for the final time and not looking back.
Pretending to be fine when she cries in her room and is silent.

Now her pillow drips with her heartbreak, of her disappointment, and her dreams and hopes. she looks at his poems still, his glorious words put into words of his own accord.
she says there’s no evidence of their life, she lied. She goes through messages, photos, videos and cries.
No matter how hard she is trying she continues to try and she fails. she fails every time.
her “hate” driving her to be better without him. her fear of breaking down, keeps her away from him. He tells her he loves her still.. she breaks every time she doesn’t say it back.

With a snap of her fingers, she is back to the way she was. Her split feeling of hurt gone, emotions turned off for she can’t control them herself.
Ankita Dash Jun 2020
You scroll through your social media where people have sworn not to show what they feel like so their 'profiles' can be aesthetic to look at.
You look at dog videos and swear not to think about your dead dog with whom you never got to cuddle one last time.
You walk through streets you've never been to hoping that it'll lead to a story.
You kiss boys and girls you don't really like and pretend you're waiting for the three-days-later call. You constantly listen to Cardi B because you can't take another Bon Iver song.
You fake a smile, an ******, a brave face.
You look at where you're staying and pretend not to long for that one little park in Paris where  you could spend your entire life.
You unblock the ones you lost and feel a fleeting sense of comfort in knowing that they're not happy either and block them again, to feel 'powerful'.
You look back at your journey and sigh because you haven't done enough. You curl into your uncomfortable bed.


And then you realise you're not done.


You realise your journey is just starting. There's so much left for you to say and do and teach and feel. You realise that the best part about yourself is that you're hopeful, despite it all. You realise that despite all the bad that has gotten to you, there's still good, and you can create it. You realise that you've places to go and people to fall for. You've learnt to become your own teacher and your own pupil. You realise that the sky is not the limit for you. You think people calling themselves a work in progress is a cliché, but you know you're one yourself. You're not magnificent. But you will be.


So you light up a cheap cigarette and play the Bon Iver song. And you wait.
This is obviously not a poem, but prose. I just wanted it to be up here.
Wither Bloodfall Apr 2020
Two sides of the same moon
Ever since then, I've been gazing at your light
Yet for some reason
You've never showed me your dark
and that
tore me right apart
how your beauty, within the night
became the last strife of my life.
Ruheen Apr 2019
Evil is underestimated when it should be understood
We focus on the good when even the bad has a story
We still prefer the heroes to the villains
When sometimes, the villains win and the heroes lose
Heroes wouldn't be heroes
Without evil
Just a thought. Heroes wouldn't be able to do anything if villains didn't do something.
Good can't exist without bad.

Read it from top to bottom or from bottom to top. It still makes sense.
Ragde Nella Jul 2018
Women what happen to standards? Do you not realize every time you open your legs(****** or not) your body is changed. "Turn down for what?" SELF RESPECT. He love you yet he cant seem to be enough. From girls night out ( TRANLASTION: Bust a new ***** so if THIS ***** start trippn......) to "shes going through  something and needs me."( TRANLASTION: Im out and hes gettin it to night) yall to much. But to be real  he know this and still he stays. FOREVER LOYAL. He trys to brighten your day with the little things, but i guess so small you never even see it SLAVES to the clock to buy you nice things. And still none of this matter. He return home to your friends or ***** house or UNEXPLAINED ATTITUDE. Mysterious investigation of his           belongings,  constant  interrogation. For what??? He doesn't know. How can he see a wife in you if a wife  you are not. A wife/wifey(girlfriend) is holds him down even before her because SHE KNOWS although he is strong he still can be weak. She feed him and f__ks him because SHE KNOWS thats what he NEEDS. When he is tired she accommodate to him. He is king and she is QUEEN. These rolls are important and SHE KNOWS this. He returns home not wanting anything/ or anyone but her and SHE KNOWS that. She is his everything, his PORNSTAR. She is his rock and he is hers. SHE KNOWS she can not fall if she holds on to him and SHE DOES  with confidence.

I havnt found her yet, she out there. I just take one day at a time.
Remember, I can fit any shoe. Doesn't mean the coin doesn't have to heads
Evie Richards Dec 2017
There are vines on my hands.
                                                          ­       -They're creeping up my spine-
They're twisted and they share wicked smiles
                                                      And­ their smiles aren't meant for me.
I wrap them around my fingers
                                                        ­Their darkness appealing as death,
With poison made of ink.
                                                         ~~~

I weave in flowers,
                                                        ­             They're painted all in black
In the hopes of distracting from how I'm trapped.
                                                        ­                      But I like it that way;
They're small and pathetic.
                                                       ­                     They're a mess like me.
                                                         ~~~

But it's not just the vines.
                                                          ­       There are eyes on my skin too
My hands are covered in everything I can't say.
                                                            ­       They watch my every move.
You just have to get close enough to look -
                                                                ­              - Watch out; they bite
They're hidden in the vines.

      The vines on my hands.                         *The vines on my hands.
Lexi Nov 2017
My love for you will never die but yours died long ago.
My heart and Mind
are in battle every day,
but yours won time ago.
My emotions are like the weather, always noticeable,
yours, are like a Tsunami,
before you realize
what's going on its to late.
My thoughts are killing me.
Your thoughts?
You have none.
I am nothing to you.
My trust? Forever yours.
Yet you have no trust for me.
My body and soul, every inch of my body is yours. I am entirely devoted. You? She is yours.
I
         am
Nothing
To
U
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