#prom
Need you when the old me,
Crashes all of my sanity.
Need you to remind me,
Where I come from, especially all of my gravity.
Can you just ground me,
When I’m a tumbling,
Spiralin,
Just plummeting.
Down to Earth,
Can you bring me down to Earth?
You call me,
All up on my ********
Lie to me, if I ain’t.
Love me if it rain,
Even when it pains you.
I know I’m difficult,
All this **** is difficult,
It’s difficult to -
Open your heart up,
Hoping I never find out.
Cause I love you, just how you are.
When I come down,
Hoping you never find out.
Who I really am,
You’d never love me.
Never love me.
But, I believe you when you say it like that.
You must really love me.
For real, no games.
Just back and forth.
Only your support.
Only you buddy,
Can you hold me?
When nobody’s around us.
But why’s it so difficult to -
Open my heart up,
Hoping I never find out.
Cause I love you, just how you are.
When I come down,
Hoping you never find out.
Who I really am,
You’ll never love me.
Never love me.
You’ll never love -
But I try to believe you,
When you say it like that.
In case you come over again.
Maybe really love me.
You must really love me.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
My plan was simple, to fade into the background light.
To stand in a corner, or maybe outside the venue.
I thought I’d only get in your way, ruin your night, your once-in-a-lifetime party.
So I told myself I’d stay aside.
Let you have your fun.
And I’d just watch you from a distance, just to see if you were okay… if you missed me at all.
I didn’t want to stand too close.
I was scared I’d be too much, too boring, too awkward, something that would make you uncomfortable and take away from your night.
But then I sat down for a drink, trying to pull myself together for a moment.
And I heard my name across the venue.
It wasn’t you.
It was your friend.
I looked up, confused, why would she be calling me?
She came over and said you’d been looking for me everywhere.
Calling my phone. Asking people. Running through the whole place.
I didn’t even have time to process it properly before I felt someone grab my arm.
It was you.
Breathing fast. Excited. Frustrated. Out of breath from searching.
„Where have you been”, you said, half laughing, half relieved.
„I looked everywhere.”
And I just stood there, stunned.
Because you were actually looking for me.
You pulled me with you immediately, through the crowd, the noise, the dance floor.
Holding my hand tightly, moving like we were trying to lose something, or someone, inside the chaos.
Lights flashing above us, music shaking everything around us, bodies everywhere.
But even with all of that, I could hear you clearly. Not through words, but through the way you moved. The way you pulled me forward. The way you kept checking if I was still there.
Every few moments, you’d turn back, just to see me.
Your hand kept finding mine again.
Holding it tighter each time, like you needed to make sure I wouldn’t slip away.
Our fingers dancing when they touched like this was common for them.
Sometimes you wouldn’t even speak.
You’d just come over, pull me closer, and kiss me, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it was the alcohol giving you more confidence to do the things you did, to hold me that tight, to kiss me without hesitation. But it didn't feel like a blur, but it felt like a confession.
Even when I had to sit down after twisting my leg, you kept coming back.
Every few minutes. No explanation. No distance. Just you appearing again, like you couldn’t stay away for long.
And somewhere in all of that, I stopped trying to disappear.
Because you didn’t let me.
You kept me with you, right in the middle of the noise, the lights, the people.
Like I wasn’t someone you had to search for
but someone you already knew you wanted beside you.
So I stayed.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
Was I that cliché
In red lights, hazy green.
The image of you and me
we were the dancing queen
You and me, beside the dance floor
You tell me to smile more
I’m on the bathroom floor
Was it me? Overkill? (Was it me? Was it me?)
Red lights, green lights.
The theme was “Are you single tonight?”
Light jokes you make of it
Then came asking
Was I mad at your yellow?
I don’t know, are you mad at me?
Red light was what I give.
Kiss on the lips, you wanted more
behind locked door
begging king, dancing queen
Tomorrow rendezvous
You and I, hotel floor
You understand no more
No, it’s not on prom night
But might as well be.
I understand no more.
Was I in red, or forest green?
I’ve seen these scenes before
****** up on the night.
Cliché, that I am
Stupid, that I feel.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
Autumn and sleep deprivation
The world spins, right left right left
I am falling off the edge
I am slipping away
Drowsy, sick, tired and lethargic
I ache for what once was but will never be again
Sore for reminiscence
Yearning for reconnection
left hallow in the lack of your presence
I saw her last night dancing her heart out
It was glowing, how the leaves do when the sky is empty
And loud like lighting and thunder on a stormy fall night as
Her feet bounced up and down the wooden floor
I could feel her eyes on me
An unshakable serene feeling
Her lavender taut dress was a magnet and my eyes steel
We are the two neither poles
We bear each others presence
My brain is filled with the presumption of
how we were meant to be here together
Like two yellowed leaves decomposing
A promise broken
I stood in the corner with another person
His arms around my waist
My palms on his face
Yet no true yellow rays of embrace
I don't feel delight nor contentment
Rather bitter resentment
For him, for you, for me, for the world
I have to ripe in the consequences of my actions for as long as we are in this building together
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
I remember that night
oh so clearly
our bodies so close
as I led you in a dance
your attire
matched you perfectly
so different in a sea of conformity
your smile lit up the room
I only had eyes on you
your quirky personality shined through
I remember that night
oh so clearly
I cherish the memory
and hold it close to my heart
as a smile erupts on my face
and a flush creeps on my cheeks
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
My suit is wrinkled, fresh yet wasted
Food is before me, barely tasted
Everyone dances, their dates close at hand
I sit alone, yet I understand
This should faze me, yet somehow I don't care
The floor is neon lit and the room is dark
Colours there to illuminate, to bring a spark
I walk through the couples who dance away
My mind is blurred as the music plays
My Ex-date sees me and stares the other way
"Its alright" I say, I predicted she would never stay
She finds my consideration queer
I carry on walking, my direction never steers
I'm outside in the cold, my hands feel numb
My mind is faded, to darkness I succumb
"Thyreez" I hear a voice in the wind
I see her and the real night begins
No face is needed, I Remember the voice
I stare from the balcony, the venue was a great choice
"So I" she speaks, but I'm not bothered to listen
The shadow holds my hand, I push it back
"Go on, go inside, go enjoy your final year, go grab a snack"
She finds my request rude and storms in
I'm alone, a silent but well deserved win
I check my phone "19:45" 2 more hours
The rest of the night will be spent staring at towers
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC
infatuated with me
you became my biggest enemy
something insincere about how you wanted me
i was there to take the edge off
coke binges at the bar every other night
and you wonder why your hairline is moving backwards
you caused my mood to lose all stability then
crying for your attention
you were starving for us to look past your lack of personality
you didn't need a reality show
you needed a reality check
at the time you were 23
way too old for me
you were grasping at straws to be pretty
we can see the crow's feet setting in and your liver failing
no amount of jogging can bring back your peak
you're the biggest cliché
you go to emo night unironically
you said you saw yourself in me
we are not the same
remember you were a prom king
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met.
I spend all my time with my friends.
I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed
With my social media pages.
I fell in love with a boy;
And, when he broke my heart,
I sobbed on the floor for weeks
And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on.
I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom.
I graduated at the top of my class,
President of the honor society,
Friends with everyone.
I’m your stereotypical teenage girl.
I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie.
I have everything, I think.
Why can’t I sleep at night?
What they don’t tell you in the movies
Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone.
When I was heartbroken, I fell apart.
I’m successful, but at what cost?
The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night.
I spend most of the night doing work,
But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys.
When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
i kept your compliments in a locket
your sweet whispers wrapped in lace
i did not care about the harsh words
even when they ran down my face
and the blood trickled down and mixed with my tears
you still said i looked pretty that day
and i know it’s been two years
but do you still want to be my prom date?
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
For every step we take
For every move we make
The feelings that sorround us
We always feel that we are Godsent
Under the beautiful skies
As I look into your eyes
We dance through the night
Only you can suffice
Even though there's so much many reason
Just not to be your partner,
But we always fall the same on one season
And that's the only answer I want to hear.
The song has been done
But my love we're not yet gone
I thought I was sleeping
Because it feels like I was dreaming.
This dance was all along true
There's no reason to get the blue
You lit me up, changed my hue
And now I can finally say I love you.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
The slow dance with yourself, prom.
No partner in crime, no getaway.
Caught, red and white all I see.
The sirens of my heart, ringing.
No Heer, No Ranjha.
No Paris, No Helena.
No Laila, No Majnu.
No Romeo, No Juliet.
Ties and Dresses
Corsage and Coronary
Royal Red carpets
straight from the heart.
Epileptic lights
Face in a sea of masks
Empty hands and waiting eyes
Welcome to the Lonely Masquerade Ball.
Where no faces exist
home of the masks.
Where no hip is free
Siamese twins.
Only heart that beats alone.
Only open eyed one
Only closed lipped one
Soulless, Loveless.
Hordes, Masses, Groups.
Flurry of flamingos
Cackle of hyenas
Litter of rabbits, garbage.
The ugly duckling
Oscar Wilde
Stars on Earth
Rainbows in storms.
Missing posters, wanted.
Revolving doors, wait.
Get the getaway car
Go Go Go.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
Silk down her body
Diamonds around her neck
Curls surrounding her face
Pain in her heart
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Prom's near, as excitement with their faces we're telling
An introvert in school was not expecting
For someone to ask him on a dance at the staging
Barely has any friends, looks like an emo living
He only talks when he's privately playing
In his room, full of loneliness and league of legends
Then she came, a girl who rarely talks became his friend
They have the same interest as best friends
Spending time in and out talking, and playing gadgets
The night of Romance for the high school came
They we're just chatting but have the same,
Same question in mind if they aren't ashamed
To go in the night romantically arranged
Being shy, they said the same thing as the time
They asked if someone has a partner in crime
The boy, being a gentleman, he had something mind
To ask the girl if it would be fine
For her to be his partner in the night full of romance
She Flatteringly and secretly was blushing
Her cute eyes were tearing, as both now have fired up feelings
The night came and both saw each other in such staging
Dancing, Dreaming, the night was wishing
For a star that their dreams should be continuing
Held Hands, as their eyes looked to that moment
Realizing that it was a great feeling for such romance.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
take me to the dance.
hold me in your arms.
it might be your last chance.
so, what's the harm?
see, you have this special charm.
that reels in girls around you.
around you, i feel fuzzy and warm.
i wish that you did, too.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
I.
hair in luxurious brown ringlets
stiff with hairspray
arm bent down my back
elbow in my face
fingers contort
jump and spin
grab the zipper and
zip up my dress in front of
the mirror
bejeweled bodice weighs me down
bright blue drowns
me out
let the reflection of my own
two hazel brown eyes
hypnotize me
fingers absentmindedly re-twist my curls
then
snap
out of it
plop onto the floor and strap
on my heels
practice walking
calves and ankles clench to
keep from falling over
II.
picture-perfect makeup
dates in pressed tuxedoes
find your friends
elegant silver jewelry
sequins sparkles and flowing colors
blur together
hold hands
pose here
you have an eyelash
fix that one button there
careful don't trip
you look beautiful
quick one more
smile
III.
bass pounding
pulsing in the walls
and behind my eyes
dizzying rainbow lights
crowd jumping
blind and deaf
screaming
curls fall out
makeup melts
fists make dents in the humid air
ties loosen
heels ripped off sore feet
IV.
stumble outside
soft cool twilight
bass still rattling the floor
but someone's prom date
is a poet too
pure thoughts about
art and
constellations and
calculus
silence the mob inside
hours fly
sky darkens
stars
reflect like glowing freckles
onto smiling cheeks
V.
put your shoes back on
"get his number!"
because you think I won't
be satisfied until I
kiss him?
we spent a night
under the stars
together
our minds together
crafted thoughts that
penetrated the cosmos
and will float among the stars for
eternity
we were in each other's lives
for as long as we needed to be
created infinity together
and
now –
we
carry out
our life sentences
alone
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sweeping falsetto
Wood shined
Somber glow
Curving phantoms
Bowed over bow
Cream candlelight
Wonderful frights
Hems
Sweeping over the dance floor
Perfume daintly teases cologne
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
Close my eyes and I can see yours again
Let myself get lost in the distant memory
The song plays through my head
And it's like watching a movie through my own eyes
Because I know it's not real
And I remember how I pressed my head against your chest
How soft your lips felt on my cheek
And how my heart shuddered when you whispered that you loved me
I never wanted it to end
And I'll never forget how soft that dress was
Or the respect I commanded dressed in blood with crown in hand
I wont forget the glittering lights
Or the warm air that night accompanied by the soft breeze
But most of all I wont forget you
Your smile your laugh
Your pocket square with four prongs
I can't forget your dancing
Your sweeping me off my feet
And how could I
You made me feel like a queen for just one night
And as wonderful as it all was
All I really needed that night was you
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
You are so cute,
No matter what,
From head to toes,
To ***** to ****
You are the little,
I’m the caregiver,
Just ask for anything,
And I will deliver.
You are so pretty,
Every single day,
Please take my hand,
And I’ll show you the way,
To a happier place,
Just you and me,
No matter where we’re at,
From land to sea,
I’ll be there for you,
And try my best,
I want nothing more,
Than your happiness,
I love my lovely little girl,
My everything, my entire world,
I love you, I love you, I love you so much,
To this terrible life, you’ve become my crutch,
I’ll try to learn to stand without you,
A dependent strong man I’ll be,
The future, together will be seen through,
Together, soon we’ll move in and marry,
And have a nice life with a house and money,
Always and forever, through crying and funny,
Things that we’ll do like eat each others chins,
And share our past stories onto our kin,
But before all that,
I have something to say,
Please hear me out,
This will probably sound gay,
A lovers gay,
The cheesy type,
That makes me want,
To maybe write,
A poem for you,
On our 92nd day,
Here I go,
What I was going to say:
Is that you are the sub,
And I am the dom,
Do me the honors,
Of letting me take you to prom.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
did you hear the murderous yell
when they announced
"there's a dead girl in the pool!"
did it make you shiver, make you squirm
did you watch her mother weep?
did you see the unbearable
blood, pulsing out
streaming from her eyes?
her new Chanel dress
blossoming orange now
as she lay perfect in the pool.
do you wish that she was you?
you're the one who put that
poor girl there-
The dead girl in the pool.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
he watches me from across the room
he smiles,
i fantasize a dance with him
my chest against his
moving in sync with his body
and as our dance would end
and i might confess him
my fantasy ends
and he dances with his queen
i sink back and remember he and i
were never meant to be
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
neon pink across my face
the blurry blacks of dance
a prize of beauty to be blessed
on the dancefloor acting
a girl's not just a girl
she's the light of the night
and tuneless swayings
swell of mightiest feelings
a dance is hers to be given
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Life is short so don't be afraid of living.
Go on wild adventures and make stupid mistakes.
Kiss the person you've always wanted and attend your senior prom.
Go cliff diving and dance in the rain.
Watch the sun rise whenever you can and tell those special people you love them.
Life is short so don't be afraid to live.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC