#ren
im not sure why
every poem i write seems to be about you
and i dont know how
one day im supposed to just forget about you
because with you
its like im able to breathe
with you
i feel like the world feels less heavy
you probably think im crazy, annoying, everything
and you probably think im insane
for sending you a letter
and god a part of me wishes it won’t send
because i cant just delete the words i said
i never told you i wrote 4 letters
never told you those were my favorite earrings
never told you that was the necklace i wore when i attempted
never told you that was the bracelet i slapped on my wrist
when i hated myself
never told you that was the monster tab
i got when i was starving myself
never told you those were the rose petals i got from my last performance
never told you that was the sticker i saved for something special
and you so happened to be that someone special
am i crazy for sending you every part of me i have?
is it? for giving you my all, when im dying?
god and i am crazy for you
because you saved my ******* life
and how can any letter thank you for that?
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
ren wake the **** up tomorrow if you're late and they call home again, well that would ruin everything and even though it's 2:14 am please remember and get out of bed
maybe you'll dream about waking up again
that was weird
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 5:14 AM UTC
how many poems
will it take for you to stay?
because I'd write them all
if it'd make you stay
because how can I just forget about you?
how can I tell you it was a ******* mistake meeting you
when you saved my life?
was it a mistake that you saved my life?
was I dreaming everything?
how can I just let you leave
when I still have so much to tell you
I have to tell you how good the Billie eilish movie was
I have to tell you about what I'll wear to lollapalooza
I have to tell you about the monsters I'll try
I have to tell you I love you so ******* much
because maybe everyone tells you that
but I don't tell everyone that
and maybe you have so many friends
but I don't
in my mind your one of the only friends I have
and was I crazy thinking we even were?
I know its not your fault
and how could it ever be?
you didn't deserve anything
that ever happened to you
your just 14
you've been 14 since you were 10
so how can you determine what's gonna happen in the future when your 14
Ren how many poems or rants or whatever the **** you'd call my writing
for you to stay?
please?
what if the spider theory is real?
what do you think will happen when you go?
everyone loves you so much ren
it will break them
it will break me
how am I supposed to smile
on stage at my 4 recitals
how will I ever drink a monster again
without seeing your face
how will I write another poem?
how will I get myself to come back on here?
how will I go on Pinterest?
how will I step foot in school?
how will I go to europe?
how will I listen to music?
how will I wear my docs?
how will I do anything?
without you here?
please? stay?
i still have a list of movies you need to watch
if you care,
I don't think it hurt this much
when it was Aubrey
and she was my best friend
so what the **** are you doing to me
I love you
I love you
I love you
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
r.
let go, let go, let go. why? why can't you? be brave and just **** yourself, isn't that what everyone says? what you deserve?
why stay? why be the one standing there, holding them, stroking their hair and telling them that it gets better and it'll all be alright when you are dying and they can tell you're lying? why do that to them? why not just go?
you won't be missed anyway. are you even ren anymore? you made her a broken girl, and god, you're fine, aren't you? just fine. you're fine, juliet, fine.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
I don't want your stars
I really dont
I want you
but I know its best
for you to go
at least for now
I'll miss you ren
and your poems
and your messages
if I go and you don't know
just know I loved you so so so much
love, your twin <3
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
I know you're broke twin,
I am too,
but I promise I'll fly one day
like you said I could
over to you
and tell all those people who hurt you
or made you feel less of
or still holding onto your probably gorgeous shirts
to **** off
and then of course I'd give you a hug
cause you deserve all the hugs in the world🥰🫂❤
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
to a dear friend of mine
the brightest star in the sky
the moon to heal my rose at times
I don't know if you know how important you are to me
I don't know if you knew you saved my life
if you knew that week she ended things I had the pills on my desk
everyday I reached for one and stared at it
hoping my lack of pill swallowing skills would work out
but you
the brightest star in the sky
wrote me a poem
I looked at it thinking
"that cant be me"
"it could never be me"
I didn't deserve that poem
yet somehow
some perfect bright light inside of you wanted to help me
you sent me messages asking if I was okay
you offered support
support my friends who I leaned on
left me there falling
but you lifted out your hand
and helped me slowly climb out the hole,
every message I slowly realized
I wasn't completely alone
I had you
and even if you feel like you don't have me
I promise you do have me
I'm here for everything
the imperfections, the pain, the scars
their beautiful
I love them
and I think you should too
I hope you know I love looking at your spodify
I love seeing if your still listening to castle in Hollywood on loop
I love that song too by the way :3
I love looking at your Pinterest
seeing what boards your editing 42 minutes ago
and how the actual **** you have so many followers
I love reading your poems
wishing I could take away the pain but I know I'm not enough to do that
I love talking to you about that one girl
we both know who that one girl is
I love reading your comments
they pop up on my email all the time
knowing someone still cares about me,
life is hard I know I know
people come and go and its hard
scars etch upon your skin
a sign that your not okay
but there a sign of beauty too
a sign that you can heal
but I can promise that Ill love them
I'll hold you when you cry
I know this is a ****** poem
I'm in study hall right now by the way
so I'm sacrificing my mental state by writing this in front of the teacher
but I love you
and please don't ever go
I'll be the hand to help you up
you saved me
will you let me save you too?
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE BEST POETRY GIRLIES IVE MET ON HERE, YOURE SO SWEET AND NICE AND SUPPORTIVE AND ILY AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY HAVE A GREAT DAY MAY THIS BE THE BEST YEAR YET LOTS OF LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GIA :D
also follow ren if not already shes my pookie and I will be in ur walls if u dont.....
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
i feel like this works
like a few of my broken pieces
are finally coming back together
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
last year
i discovered
ren
music
personified
he is
an example
an inspiration
to many
he
understands
because
he
has been
there
where?
in those
dark
scary
recesses
of
your
mind
he has
been there
and
back again
his
suffering
was
so much
more
than
mine
he has
been there
and
back again
if he can deal with
his health challenges
then
surely i can endure
mine as well
if only
i
knew
how
how? ren
he is
a musical map
back
to
sanity
this is
what it means
to be
inspirational
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
In the midst of the melancholic dusk,
soliloquies of the forgotten are hushed.
Those who listened snickered
at the surreal hopes of those
who search for their flicker.
For you see,
in a year not so long ago,
the Empathy did leave.
Ever since the start,
Empathy lived in the world’s heart.
He came to visit us every day.
His grin is warm and bright like sunbeams,
and he hides behind what the people say.
Empathy was the hero of the lost
His touch mended the broken spirits, although,
none of us knew it had such a hefty cost.
Is there a more affable friend that could possibly be,
than that of Empathy?
Empathy was a close friend of mine.
When I sang his somber song, he appeared.
The bourgeoisie had never seen anyone so divine.
There was something furtive in his eyes
as if he knew, somehow,
that he would have to bid me goodbye.
I asked him, “Empathy, what’s going on?”
He replied, “The light is fading. They have killed the dawn.”
And so I saw his words ring true.
The sun rose not,
The sky faded gray from blue.
The people of the world began to hate.
Abandoning Empathy, they set the universe ablaze.
Fire choked the sky, for us it was too late.
“Save yourself and run away!” I cried.
But Empathy, he shook his head, smiled, and died.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
"The Queen, the Queen,
The Queen does come forth," yells a girl from St. Anne's to the patrons in court.
The Queen's procession wraps around the lake right over the bridges and up to main gate.
The criers are ringing their bells.
"Make way, make way," yells Saint Blaise.
The next to come forth is the Kriegshunde of old yelling knockviter to those who would be bold.
Steel Bonnet came next, clinking and clanking like a rusty steel mess.
Then the footmen came forth with pikes so high that they slice through the trees with a fright.
The Mariners came shambling past, those sea-loving folk, you know the ones without anything that floats.
Then the flags of all companies converge in front of the nobles we so deserve.
As you see the drummers called Rolling Thunder precede the Queen's chair,
and a patron yells, "Is that the Queen of the faire?"
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Dad,
You don't get me,
You never have.
When I ran away,
Were you even sad?
Dad,
You wanted me gold,
I tarnished in your hands.
I fell through your fingers
Like grains of sand.
Dad,
You don't get me.
Especially not when
I told you to call me
Kylo Ren.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
The darkness in his eyes
A true reflection of his pain
Led away from the path of light
He truly had no gain
As he walked from his family
Never to return, he mourned
As he looked into his dying father's eyes
Pretended that he didn't see forgiveness
He's truly broken
Inside, just a shell
Just a mad dog without a leash
As he watched as his Father fell
His mask hides his youthful face
Hides it as if it's a mark of disgrace
His lightsaber is as unstable
As his emotions, running wild
Many joke, his heart is a fable
That he's merely a metal figure
Programmed for Snoke's doing
Nothing is secure
He cut off his path to the light
But there
Is still hope
Of redemption
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
4am On the drunken floor of my Wingmans apartment I place my red solo tankard down to instigate a quest.
"ROADKILL!"
That's what we call my wingman.
"Roadkill! Lets go on an adventure to king richards faire tomorrow!"
"Sure! When do we leave?"
"Don't worry, I'll wake you up."
See. When your best friend says they need you,
you don't just call them.
You drive.
Tonight,
on the anniversary of Roadkills worst tragedies,
we are getting drunk.
In the morning,
We're going to prove that life is worth living.
7:30am our alarms go off.
"Uhhhg."
"Curse you phone."
Hands slap towards the noise,
Spilling last nights wounded soldiers.
"Roadkill your shirts inside out."
"Thanks man."
Actually, while you have it off.
Black doesn't go with brown.
Pick a whole different shirt."
"It's fine."
************ There's a blue shirt right here."
Belting sailor shantees
Roadkill and I adventure three hours in
My four wheeled ground Zepplin.
"A curse to you lads,
a curse on your head,
Drinking pint after pint
until I am dead
I just keep drinking
and I don't know why,
But tonight is the night
that I drink 'til I die!"
Upon arriving at the faire we spot an ocean of goregeous maidens.
The ticket booth doth not take credit cards, however.
So we needed to speak to the gatekeeper.
"Excuse me, where's the atm?" I Ask.
"it's right over there, Handsome.
I'll need your id's first, though.
Don't worry, I don't bite
... hard."
Roadkills eyes grow the size of stormwind.
"I need to bring you everywhere man.
You make everyone love us."
we return with cash in hand
The gatekeeper pulls our ID's from her corset
looks them over before handing them back.
"How are you boys younger than me?"
"It's the beard. "
I wink.
"Keep a secret?"
Swords on hips
songs in chest.
Mead was flowing
Boots were clomping
Roadkill paused to look around
Standing like a pleased statue.
I bounced excitedlly around like a child.
ROADKILL
LOOK AT ALL OF THESE GOREGEOUS OUTFITS ON THESE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!
"Hey!"
handsome men, too.
"Thank you"
It's like we teleported to Flurb heaven!
Look!
a garb shop!
Oh my god
A boot store!
They have a whole store
for leather larpy boots!
There is a tail shop!
I could buy and wear a fuzzy furry tail!
This is amazing!
There is a giant duck
Being pushed back and forth by two huge jacked dudes.
"I need to hug everyone!"
I am in love with everything!"
"Can i please hug you?"
"I swear to god, Nick if you touch me."
We try the knife throwing challenge.
The crossbow challenge.
The dart throwing challenge.
We **** at all of it but we have a blast.
We walk into a leather shop.
A small redheaded girl dances around us. She puts fur around our necks
Her hands trace our chests as she ties them up
You boys look like the type to rock these.
She drags us by the belts to a mirror.
Look at how handsome you both are.
"Roadkill" I whisper.
He is already lost in her eyes.
I place a hand below his chin and close his mouth.
They talk about where they're from.
Their families.
What they do for fun.
"Oh you do larp? We do dagohir it's like full contact grappley shield kicking larp"
A group of customers walk in and she leaves to tend to them.
A brunette helps take off roadkills stole.
"How much are these anyway?"
Roadkill asks the brunette.
"$600" she answers.
"I feel ashamed for even trying it on"
Says roadkill slipping off the precious treasure.
"Goodbye ladies! have fun today!"
I say, pulling roadkill by the arm.
"Oh... okay then... bye."
"They seemed sad we left.
What was that about?" Asked roadkill.
"Well do you want the blunt educated version or the ignorant positive version?"
"Ignorant of coarse."
Then they're dissapointed because they were interested in us.
"Out of curiousity, what's the blunt educated version?"
"They're upset We didn't fall for their act and buy their expensive wares."
"Whelp... there goes my self confidence. Ignorance really is bliss"
"Yes it is roadkill. Yes it is."
We Travel back home.
Again, singing sailor shantees.
"A curse to you lads,
a curse on your head,
Drinking pint after pint
until I am dead
I just keep drinking
and I don't know why,
But tonight is the night
that I drink 'til I die!"
Park the four wheeled ground zeppelin in front of the Apartment.
Clonk our boots up the stairs
Grab angry orchards out of the fridge
Slunk into the beaten brown couch
raise my bottle into the air
"To living one more day exactly the way we want too, Roadkill."
Roadkill raises his bottle.
clinks it against mine.
"To living."
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC