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lana 6d
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“wow, you’ve changed so much!”
darling, you have no idea
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lana Aug 2
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dwindling flames on a newspaper
cutting off the last hairs
this isn’t fair
wheres the rewind?
wheres the continuation?
does everything always have to combust into inflammation?
no
inflammation is your skin
it lives on you
it is from you
it is all you
inflammation could be paper thin
it could be just in the wind
but it isn’t the outside
it is not a border
the blame is on you
you make your bed
it is all in your own head
you create your own reality
that is whats so scary about finality
it is the one thing you cannot control
it is a hole
an amalgamation
it is the one thing that stops the colors in the inflammation
it sparks the flame on the newspaper
the rewind is there
just use your own head
use your own world
but if there is one thing you take away
from this continuation
do not blame the inflammation on the world
it is all you
it is all you
about where things truly start
lana Aug 2
it is all fun and games to be different
to live in the opposite direction

it is all fun and games to be cool
to never be under someone’s protection

but angst hurts when the bullets fall from the sky
and if you wonder how mainstream is so crowded,

now you know why
lana Aug 14
a lie
a line
it is so fine
but it is so hard to balance all day long
it stops being difficult
and it starts being exhausting
and it makes you want to fall off

that is how you know
the real pain has begun
how it feels to live your life as a lie everyday. faking your identity, your love, your hatred, all of it chips away at you. be as much as your true self as you possibly can, and you got this <3
lana Aug 5
i see people use words like their weaving
and it makes me think about leaving

because i know nothing about the tide at night
or a star light and star bright

i have never been able to crate beautiful
all i have figured out is truthful

and maybe that’s enough before i figure the rest
words don’t always have to be beautiful i guess
lana Aug 11
i used to play grocery store over the table
with rusty quarters nobody would ever take
i would quit the games because i wasn’t able
to pretend for too long and act like a fake

the more i played, i became better at the games
and it almost felt like i wasn’t exhausted
there wasn't ever a set goal or aim
til i saw some food that had to be defrosted

the box behind the counter has all the quarters
and the food and the uniforms and the papers
because lifespans are getting shorter
and all my grocery dreams have became vapor
i’m writing this poem on like no sleep or energy.
lana 7d
dear molly,
i hope you read this in time
i hope i used all your favorite rhymes
because i cant handle myself
i keep going out of line
but its not your fault
one day, i will hope you understand
i will always be here to hold your hand
love, vans

dear dr. margaret,
don't feel too bad you didn't catch this
there was nothing you ever missed
besides this
i feel horrible in ways i can not describe
its the reason that i don't wanna be alive
but help some other kid who deserves it more
i will think of you as i hit the floor
from, vanessa moor

dear ma,
you did the best you could raising a kid
i hope that you do all that you did
don't fall into depression, and don't flee
luke still needs you, i hope you will be
the best mom, like you were to me
i will love you forever, even in the sky
its okay to cry
your favorite daughter, vi

dear luke,
keep your mind up and your head high
and eventually you will fly
i know you will do great kid
and even as i am gone don't wait kid
for all these opportunities
stay in this community
i am sorry you have to miss me
from your partner in crime, vivi

dear pa,
i never knew you, and i'm not expecting i will
but i need to write this down
so here's the deal:
if you were here, i would've done this a long time ago
you never loved me, and it shows
but i had a family that cared
and you not being here made me better
not lesser
from, vanessa

dear me,
i hope heaven exists
and i don't enter some eternal abyss
because that would ****
its hard because everyone cares
everyone gives a ****
but i guess i ran out of luck
i have a whole plan
%100 guarantee
its the least painful
i hope everyone listened to me
i'm done with being something,
so here goes nothing
sincerely, me
i listened to stan by eminem and got depressed so i wrote this
lana Aug 9
sitting around
doing you know what
thinking about you know who
and i wish this wasn’t real

i wish this wasn't true
but yet i’m right here
trying to see the stars
but i need to get far
far away from here

my spot will be empty
keep me in your memory
<3
lana Aug 2
little lottie could never speak her mind
it was always encrypted
it was always in code
and the cypher? i could never find

me and little lottie once played in the street
and all at once
my world turned around
and the world was filled with no sound

but my ears were filled with little lottie’s voice
and unfortunately it was uncrypted

i had no choice
lana Aug 3
everyone adores the fallen woman
perched upon her tree
she would not stop for any man
because no man would let her be

necklace of rope adorns her neck
her hair flowing in the gentle breeze
i wonder if anyone was able to check
if she still had my keys

she locked away my heart long ago
i was fine with it until now
but my fallen woman always echos
and i simply don’t know how
ib that one edgar allen poe poem (i forgot the name)
lana Aug 3
i wish you were here
but do i want your sadness?
i will never know
starting a little haiku series. i hope i will get better lol
lana Aug 5
i can’t ever think
i wish my mind were better
i wish not to wish
lana Aug 6
how do i not fall
into the arms of others?
i find another
lana Aug 9
guitars in my head
strum the visions of your face
things i can’t erase
lana Aug 10
i am so insane
and theres is no one to blame
i guess i’m alone
lana Aug 14
tall grass envelops
short grass also envelops
do you care enough?
lana 6d
not everything
that is broken, should be put
back together
just pretend that together has 4 syllables😭😭
lana Aug 5
oh holy matrimony!
take this veil off my eyes.
for a partner in hand,
and a silk smooth wedding band,
should be enough for me to see the world clearly
like crystals.
because everything cannot always be abysmal.
so maybe finding another half,
someone whom which i can laugh,
will be enough to cushion me.
and be enough
to put the veil over my eyes once more.
lana Aug 9
they say “seize the day”
they say “everything is going to be okay”
but those people have never been in love
those people have never had to die
so i cry

because so many things go unresolved
so many things go unseen
so i hold on to the hope of so many unfinished dreams

the man sitting on the moon says it’s okay to have regrets
the woman who has conquered doom says it’s okay to lose bets
the people who have lived
and tried
failed in the process

the ones without the unfinished dreams say it’s okay
because if you leave this life with so much undone
so many battles that you haven’t won
it is okay

because just around the riverbend
the spot where you thought everything had to end
someone will pick it up
take your dream
and live it all over
again
this is probably my fav poem of my own. i hope this gives y’all comfort and confidence to slow down and stop for a second
lana Aug 3
in my mind i am still in your arms
sunlight long gone
and the full moon beaming in the night sky
i am laying in your sheets
talking until i go to sleep
with you right by my side
your sleeves are soiled with my tears
and you tell me to have no fear
because you will always be here

it is a new moon now
i figure that you are aware
but in my mind, you will always be there
lana Aug 3
please
let me in
let me in!!
i am not ready to let this end
i am ready to make amends
i want us to be friends

please come back
please come home
because i don’t know where to go

i cannot hold onto your doorframe for much longer
i cannot pound to the rhythm of my own heart
following my own drums

but you are home
but i am not
let me in
let me in!!
my whole being is spread paper thin

my mind is spread through the ashes of us
echoes of someone i used to trust
and you used to trust me too
i need someone else to let me in
so i can become whole again and move on from you
lana Aug 3
the words are truly beautiful at first,
and you hang on to them like they are trees,
but reading these letters is like a curse
because they just float away in the breeze.
and once you get ****** in, you cant get out.
the pretty words keep coming all the time
it is suffocating and you can’t shout
because how can you die from simple rhymes?
it is not the art, it is the writer
they know that the words put you in a trance,
because we are all relentless fighters
we are simply better than song and dance.
but there is one thing and you must know it
do not ever fall in love with a poet.
tried to write as a sonnet, because it is the most classic thing a poet can do.
lana Aug 10
why do we sneak around
why do you tell me not to make a sound
i don’t understand why
why don’t you love me
why do i wanna be someone you love
and i am the one with the invites
i am the one who stays up at night
while you are asleep
in your girlfriends arms
do they know that they have been around my waist too many times?
and i am going insane
because if theres somebody to blame for this mess
rest assured that it’s me
i’ve never told anyone
i just wanted to have some simple and nice fun
and now i just want to quit and i’m done
but i will keep going back
and i will never stop wondering why
it’s meant to be a loop
lana Aug 5
sometimes i just don’t think
my eyes go glassy in the time of a blink
and i just write instead of seeing a shrink
i type instead of getting another drink

all poetry is kind of stupid if you think about it
but right now, i am beyond out of it
but who gets to decide what rhymes with what?
who decides what words make the cut?

frankly i’m writing this at zero sleep
and i will probably delete this later
and if i even hear a single thought or a bleep
i will deem the entire world a traitor
lana Aug 7
one day i dove into my past
jumped head first into my mind
and what i found was unexpected
you wouldn’t believe what i find

my trophy wife as it seemed
since then, nobody else has cared
she was a vision of my glorious dreams
or my darkest nightmares

she used to drive me to where ever i needed
wherever i was going
on the road i was nicely treated
that was something i was bad at showing

so after the months go by
and our distance turns into years
my wife and kids will hear my endless lies
but you will know my darkest fears

but i never got you that wedding ring
my beautiful summer fling
lana Aug 11
"it's in the trees!"
  "it's in the ground!"
    "it's in the water!"
      "its in the pound!"
do i even make a sound

pictures on pinboards,
and theories and evidence,
everyone banging their heads,
"none of this makes sense!"

i am just a quiet observer
resting my head upon it all
as they investigate this mystery
the aftermath of an allegedly "great fall"

they are twisting their necks
and none of them have slept in days
as i watch this insanity
all the evidence slowly fades away

because the body is in too much decay
it doesn't matter where i hid the body anyway
ib: Where The Crawdads Sing
lana 6d
when you live in an empty room,
maybe that is what the room is meant to be
𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺
when you try to fill a bottomless bucket
maybe there was never anything from the bucket
𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

some things are meant to be
and some things that you think
should
or could
or would
maybe won’t

and that’s okay
𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦
things the way they are
let things be sometimes. not every finished story is meant to be picked up. ur not a disney sequel twin :)
lana Aug 6
finding out it’s too late
breaking your favorite plate
screaming at fate
knowing that you don’t have to wait
a path in life that isn't straight
letting go of the weight
just to remember the first date
these are the things i hate
self sabatoge at its finest and most destructive: the early stages of love
lana Aug 3
i quit my whistling
it is not what i imagined it to be
it is not a pleasant thing
i wish it was able to reflect me

but my whistling remind me of the trains
the choo choo
the things that lost me so long ago
i used to walk to and fro

but now i stand on solid ground
and that is why i hate my whistling
because even if it is broken

it still makes a sound

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