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vanessa ann Mar 2020
i’m a year to twenty.
soon to be twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three,
twenty four, and suddenly halfway to fifty;
when life gets a little more busy,
perhaps with a few kids running around,
and god forbid—my breath smelling like whisky.

then i’d turn sixty,
hopefully still as witty
and my tongue just as filthy.

and perhaps by then,
i’d gladly sell my kidney,
because it’s no biggie,
really,
if it means god takes pity
and returns me back to my fifties,
forties,
thirties,
twenties,
teen-ties.
Hello there person who is reading this
I don't know if you know, but I'm ******
that isn't entirely true but what I feel isn't bliss
if I'm being honest, I don't know how I feel
just living day to day without a way to heal
don't worry though, I'm not depressed
I got out of that mindset awhile ago and I've got the scars to show
took 5 years from fourteen to nineteen
such is the life of a teen I suppose.

I'm twenty one now and all I do is sigh
I miss being a kid, I wanna skip this life
I know that isn't wise by why even try?
my death would be a blessing in disguise
*******, that sounds pretty ******
if my mom found this then she would probably cry
Jesus, I never meant this to be a sad poem
the old me kinda just came through
so much for being wholesome
I guess I'll write another poem.
Created by me on November 6th, 2019
*******.. I realize that I don't write like this anymore. it doesn't seem like it at least. I miss writing poems when it was new.
axstrohostonaut Mar 2020
666
Dark, Filthy Useless Trash, my name is Mishka Ways,
Say hello, say bye, im here to change your days,
Mind it all, mind it not, you will feel the rays,
Mind it all, mind it not, and you will see how he slays….

My mind is dark and an eerie creep,
I have had dreams of children hiding, then being snatched from a single peep,
I have seen nightmares of ghouls staring at one in a sounding sleep,
I suffer from light, i suffer from joy, there is mold, in the heart in the deep….

I have claws of truth and claws of keys,
My keys are golden and lead the way to the door,
I have an eye which knows the door and light never sees,
My flesh is gone, my mind is strange, darkness calls me a *****….

My voice is dead my voice is dark, it has no tone,
Were has the light gone to, where is the darkness that i own?
I stare with green hiding eyes, i sit atop of my rusty ****** throne,
My mind is a whole new world, a whole new life, it is said you will never reach the zone….

I have no heart, there is no beat, i have no kindness in my name,
I have stood before a demon, a ghoul, a fallen angel, and i love them all the same,
I am dark and eere, i sit in the dark room and play Blue Whale, a dark little lovely game,
I have felt light, felt happiness, felt the tears of joy, when in my heart the devil came….







~Mishka Wayz~
A Dark *******...


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Leocardo Reis Mar 2020
Ex
Do your friends
Still talk about me?
I wonder.
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2020
To those who feel ready to give up
Don't

You will never get to see things get better
Don't give up yet!
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