i am currently working on publishing my poetry into a collection
i don't expect to make any money nor do i imagine that i will gain any popularity but this is an accomplishment that has added motivation and excitement into my life i know it will be difficult and draining but wish me the best of luck
if anyone has any tips, please let me know :) <3
I wish to not have a fragile heart
I wish not to tell anyone how I feel Why is it so hard Why is it so heavy Isn't there's an option To have a cold heart To not care how I feel Cause sometimes it felt like unnecessary Especially when you spill it out But it was taken for granted Why What for
Dates keep changing
Rearranging priorities For some reason everyone of them's above me! I'm below them The worthless me Unimportant, oh! Why still can they not see? Their own actions, priorities Didn't make the list Unmissed, amiss, unnecessary Time comes, time goes Everyone knows this All within their minds Things to do I still go unnoticed A year a time My needs are a mistake I make them into happy It's not appreciated I am in their way, very much
Given to err, things we not need
Another unnecessary complacent necessity Take from a friend to give to another Take it from me those in most need Think to find a fuller path Than be fed by idyllic standard greed
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Lies are unexpected
You could have lie to others But you can't lie to yourself Lies are unnecessary Why choose to tell lies When you could just tell the truth Lies are usually for the cowards It doesn't make things better They mess you up miserably
Life is mysterious as we know,
I just can’t overthink a reason. Fighting hurts doesn’t it show? Seeing the fights and bleeding. Ain’t worth those fights all day, Just don’t think about this fighting. I see the emergency on the way, Killed over stupid, you’re dying. I’m just sorry for all the deaths, Just it’s ain’t worth those fights. You just killed to see bloodbaths, I just saw you carry the knives. Is it not this way for you ain’t it? Just you see this good in nature. You all know never to do all this, Ain’t worth the fights, so mature.
In most cases, some problems
can be solved by talking.
A stranger's name on skeptic tongues
A taste like blood and foreboding. The spice of a new kid. Foam bleeds through the teeth of my peers Bile green, it’s words and it’s venom This thing they call “fun". A game played with barbed wire fists, Acid, poison, whips, guns and swords. No rules but they're winning. They called me Bluebird I one short, fat, and sad. Accurate if only I’d fly. Raccoons and kestrels Hunt a bluebird til death. Dear God how I wish I could fly. Once I was Bluebird. Existence encumbered. Stained life released via knife. Witness, you hungry young hunters, The blossom of seeds that you sowed. Bleeding chrysanthemum. I carved my name into my chest, The wings broken and defeathered Of bluebird now red. Peace feels like longing and defeat, But I fly on wings of my own Pray safe from the world.