lavender Aug 1
sometimes i remember what i think i wanted to say,
what i was trying to say the entire time

i go to write it down,
it disappears

i don’t remember what poems i showed you,
but i remember hating myself afterword

wanting to know how or why i felt all these feelings
and you took photos of empty spaces

you were all big words
our relationship was your bed and me naked in it
trying to take up less space
and i guess i succeeded in that

you hate my unfiltered words because they make me sound broken
waiting to be fixed
you were always trying to put me back together
and i was always trying to be
less than ten thousand pieces
English Jam Feb 26
So apparently, there was this garbage truck carried by a big wheeler
But the driver must've been drunk or to a drug dealer
The clever, clever man drove under a bridge and got stuck
I understand getting stuck, but with TWO TRUCKS?
Y'know, he could've thought "Why don't I just take this overpass?"

Dumb ass

That's one hell of a way to start a traffic jam

All those people's minds searing in wait until they overload and scram
Just when I think life will let me be
It springs this Dumb & Dumber stuff on me

Well, that's what I get for being self-aware
Some people just don't care

Sorry, I just can't stop giggling
I mean, what was that guy thinking?
"Hey, here's a nice bridge to drive under
How did I get stuck, I wonder?"
Aye, that must've left a little dent (just a little one)
Why did I say that in a Scottish accent?
Maybe it's cause I said "aye"
Well, now I've got to say goodbye

I don't really know how to end this end, though
But I've said all I can so
Goodbye I guess. Again.
Now we've reached the end

Sorry, I'm stalling
Goodbye for real (I don't care if it doesn't rhyme. Shut up.
Amanda Aug 9
Seeking happiness in the wrong places
Then wonder why I am not
Blame fate for most my problems
When I am chasing my tail in the same spot

Sit and watch the world spin circles
Wait for opportunities to drop into my lap
Neglect health in the process
Realize I'm about to snap

Ready to give up this quest
Staring at a looming distant goal
Contemplating if I am the only one
Emptied of happiness, a hollow soul
My happiness is never enough to stick around
MalakF Jul 19
I followed the rabbit down this hole.
But when I finally caught up to him, I got a proper glance of him.
I could see that he looked sick in the eyes, I now understand it’s because he’s sick in the mind.
It’s too late now though; I’ve already fallen in his trap.
My pain is not a poem,
my poetry isn't poetic.
It's cryptic and a message,
cutting up and breaking
branches. Comprehensive;
my poems are suicidal, files of
medications and prescriptions
are seemingly all my mind
can write. Jumping to conclusions
and indenting my addictions,
inflicting this confliction, convictions
I don't mention. Those rhymes that
I have wrote; it was the drowning as I broke,
a broken draft of notes, that sing:
 "you'll never learn to float,"
Acid, or is it water?  
I'm hoping for the latter,
well I guess it never mattered,
years doubled and I'm sadder.
When does it get better?  
When do I get better?  
I guess it never will, and I'm
home but I'm not here,
I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck,
and all my heart
can pump is tears-
All feedback is appreciated and welcome!
Sara Kellie Dec 2017
My name is Sara, a transgender chick
Wanted a fanny, was given a dick
I hide it in knickers of satin and lace
before sitting down to make-up my face,
Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits.
Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my tits
Now for my legs I'll put on false tan,
I wouldn't do this if I were a man
Alternative nights, a t-girl delights
to sit on her bed and pull on new tights.
I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less.
Then for my shoes, high heels I choose
A sandal style shoe as every girl knows
not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes
A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer,
lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush.
I stand in the mirror all ready to go,
there's only one question I just have to know.
"Does my bum look big in this?"

Poetry by Kaydee.
I wrote this poem in 2010 shortly after introducing myself as Sara to the world.
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