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I feel like I'm drowning no not drowning drowning comes with resistance. I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean my every thought is a stone in my pocket my mind treads ever forward though it knows I will not float it doesn't care It is only after my head dips below the surface that I start to realize the severity of what I cannot undo I open my mouth to ask for help but instead, my regurgitated words bubble out of my lungs and float away and I'm distracted by the beauty of the scene isn't that so like a poet? so engulfed in the romanticization of my death that I pick up the shovel and I dig the grave myself so distracted with the view I can't force out the words I need I won't betray those stones in my pocket, Can't give them away But then again, what have they ever done for me?
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Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Not A Musician, Barely A Poet
Closed every door by myself. Struggling even to stand up. Burning within, back facing the floor barely breathing barely alive. one thing running through my mind, What if I knew back then what I know right now? What I really was and now I'm ****** up in between! Now is no time for whining no place to complain. Your aggression, turn it to focus. Its like the fuel, burn it to race your raging engine! Might've been failing but never stop trying. After all you've been through Or all that could've been, now you've come closer to what you've been doing!
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
Conversation With Self
This morning I woke up without regret Everything went well My thoughts didn't cause any turmoil My soul was at peace Suddenly, something changed. I was filled with anxiety Gut-wrenching thoughts flooded in. Maybe I should just die Those words filled my head, Impulses rushed through my body, To act upon those nasty feelings To actually take my own life. But here I am Barely breathing Barely living On the verge of ending it all.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Change
Me, crying in a corner I could never imagine anymore Me, being happy It was almost unreal My parents hated me And I knew it was a lie that They loved me My friends and siblings couldn’t stand me anymore Satan he just controlled my life I finally ,after all this fighting, I was done -now read it bottom to top
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Reverse Poem
His body was warm, His heart still beating, But without her, he was brain-dead.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Brain-dead
I didn’t ask to be assaulted with words When you knew all too well that there was more than 15 bottles in my system And my feet couldn’t find a way to walk a straight line. “You only say ‘I love you’ when you’re drunk.” I forced my drooping eyelids open to look at you And I wanted to laugh. It was past 2am on a Friday and I was lying down on my threadbare sofa Your hands pushing a bucket towards me because you know me You know me too well. You know that on Thursdays the commute home was faster and the jeep would drop me off by the bar a street down from my cruddy apartment. You know that I like this denim jacket you have because it has a pizza stitched onto it. You know that my wallet is practically begging me to stop at the third shot but my heart won’t have any of it. You know that no matter what, I will dance to Pussycat Dolls whenever they come on, even if I’m in the most contaminated restroom to exist. But you don’t know Of the way my head screams over the pounding of the music whenever you say her name. Of the words that get stuck in my throat every single time you close the door behind you. Of the times I wanted to know what it was like to have you near me when I wake up. Of how I wanted to sing the cheesiest songs to you in the karaoke room. Of how I closed my eyes in the presence of the night stars when I could hear how happy you were. Sometimes my mind wanders to the thought of your lips on mine and your hands on my spine But I remember that you said that she tasted like a fallen heaven And I remember that I must taste like the loneliness of rain You know that I fill in the gaps of my life with paint splatters in the colors of the sea You know that there are tunes I will remember even when I’ve long forgotten the words You know how my smile barely ever reaches my eyes You know who I am. Who am I anyways? The sober girl who knows That the only time I can hold your hand Is when I get drunk enough to say “I love you” So I say it again and again and again. Because now you will laugh it off and say I’m drunk Because you will forget about it the next day Because when I’m sober I can look at you with clear eyes and know That you only say “I love you” when I’m drunk.
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
[ drunk-ish ]
I didn’t ask to be assaulted with words When you knew all too well that there was more than 15 bottles in my system And my feet couldn’t find a way to walk a straight line. “You only say ‘I love you’ when you’re drunk.” I forced my drooping eyelids open to look at you And I wanted to laugh. It was past 2am on a Friday and I was lying down on my threadbare sofa Your hands pushing a bucket towards me because you know me You know me too well. You know that on Thursdays the commute home was faster and the jeep would drop me off by the bar a street down from my cruddy apartment. You know that I like this denim jacket you have because it has a pizza stitched onto it. You know that my wallet is practically begging me to stop at the third shot but my heart won’t have any of it. You know that no matter what, I will dance to Pussycat Dolls whenever they come on, even if I’m in the most contaminated restroom to exist. But you don’t know Of the way my head screams over the pounding of the music whenever you say her name. Of the words that get stuck in my throat every single time you close the door behind you. Of the times I wanted to know what it was like to have you near me when I wake up. Of how I wanted to sing the cheesiest songs to you in the karaoke room. Of how I closed my eyes in the presence of the night stars when I could hear how happy you were. Sometimes my mind wanders to the thought of your lips on mine and your hands on my spine But I remember that you said that she tasted like a fallen heaven And I remember that I must taste like the loneliness of rain You know that I fill in the gaps of my life with paint splatters in the colors of the sea You know that there are tunes I will remember even when I’ve long forgotten the words You know how my smile barely ever reaches my eyes You know who I am. Who am I anyways? The sober girl who knows That the only time I can hold your hand Is when I get drunk enough to say “I love you” So I say it again and again and again. Because now you will laugh it off and say I’m drunk Because you will forget about it the next day Because when I’m sober I can look at you with clear eyes and know That you only say “I love you” when I’m drunk.
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Just for a time I thought it might be nice To hold onto something fleeting Something outside my might Like, a few notes played over ivory keys Plastic and pristine as they still seem Can make something change for a day or so There's something to be said about the whole Being more Than the sum Old grounds Older groundskeeper Feeble and perturbed A victim of himself And his age Mental anomaly still feels fine Tiny little levers getting flipped around Creating new demons to exorcise But barring sudden Static shock It might as well happen Can't change Won't change It would happen anyway **** I haven't felt too happy, as of late Questioning just how long to wait Before dropping off the map A whole new life tempts and attracts Closer and closer Drifting into the unknown **** the magic only comes around once Barring me out Leaving me stuck Bricked up the ways in which I've come To each new dead end Hungry for change But unwilling to amend And I don't know why this world keeps turning Tried and true As I keep burning through Exhausting words, and things to prove
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Diminishing Return
I’m sorry for all I do to you Cut Scratch Burn I rip you apart the way I do in my mind I am insecure about you I hate you All I see in the mirror Is the ways you fail me The ways I am flawed They say your body is a temple But you must be ruins And I am the earthquake that made you this way
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
To My Body
let's play 21 questions your questions will go from how old are you to are you still a ****** my questions will go from what's your favorite color to what's the worst thing you've done both wanting to already know if what's barely beginning to happen yet will be worth it
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
let's play
i'm barely even a teen you can't expect me to fall that isn't fair i know most people assume only the damaged and broken keep themselves from falling but they aren't the only ones because i'm here and i'm neither but i refuse to fall maybe i'm scared of welcoming something foreign that not even my mother can make me understand love cannot be taught, is what i'm told maybe i just don't want to have something just to lose it
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
i'm neither damaged nor broken
There was once a field. I would sit and lay on that field. I would stay there all day, for it was ours. Our only field. I loved to listen to the wind chimes out there, I could barely make them out, but I could feel you were already about Now I go back to that indigenous place, To find you there to see you once more. Now I have to be back to recover my heart, I will do that once more, for it is my part.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
That Place
Poetry takes time and imagination apparently, I don't have those.
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
10w (10w)
I can barely make her laugh I am rarely the reason behind that glamorous smile But that is okay As long as she's laughing and smiling That is enough
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
That's enough for me
I smile at you And you think I fake it You smile at me And I think you fake it Because you think I fake it But I don't fake it I say, why do you fake it You say, why do you fake it I say, I don't fake it You say, sorry I think you fake it. So I smile again and fake it And you smile back and fake it Again And all we ever do Is fake smiles And barely talk. F.Z.N
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Fake a Smile