"whil" poems
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broken.today•
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in.the.spark•
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ase.let.me.r
etrieve.it.•
please.giv
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another•
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together•
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
I'm not sure what's happening
I feel very strange
Something is wrong with me
All I would like to do is cause pain,
Don't feel like giving sympathy
Whil I smack you with a cane
Something inside of me wants to come out
I feel it breathe,
Kick and pout
Sometime soon it will come out of me
And just shout
And feel free
With out a doubt
It's a monster a swear!
I have fear
For it, I wouldn't dare
To bother it my dear,
But as I think of it, we make a good pair
Don't worry, I'll make things clear
Evil Smirk
HAHAHAHA
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
•
One
of the grea-
test wonders,
You will ever see,
Is a leaf falling while
L o o k i ng so a l i v e,
W h e r e the o n l y
re a s o n they
d i e on that
ground,
I s
**T
I
M**
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
We all learned to make mistakes
But simultaneously hide from them
Block out learning opportunities with pride
Because we've idolized perfection
The plan was to grow
But instead we've engorged ourselves with
False bravado
I blame it on the pain
I mean how else do we cope
With so many hands on our throats
I CANT BREATHE
So introverted
to much energy drains me
How could you blame me
In a time where everything is so fast pace
Rapid
I had to wrap it at 14
Senior thought it was cute to ride me
I mean rob me of childish glow
I swear i didn't know how to say no
She said "This what I called u for
Don't make noise my father won't be to fond of you.
Just let it happen"
Toxic Masculinity told me I was the man
Couldn't understand my feelings until now
I'll never get it back
She took advantage
Probably why I desire control so much
We learn from our mistakes if we don't lock them away
But that little box in my mind been shaking for some time
Like it's something whil'in in it
Tasmanian memories
Tornados in my psyche
Don't give up
Cause there was a time when suicide
Would excite me
Thank God we couldnt afford prescription
I gotta learn from everything
Even ignorant experience
Like the time I said ******* ain't **** and I don't like black women" please forgive me I was going through some internalized ****
I work on loving myself everyday
Cause internalized hate will breed a monster
I called the suicide hotline twice last week
I swear I'm doing better I just needed to talk and I knew they would actually listen when I speak.
I had to write because the world told me I was too emotional
Wasn't strong enough
Close friends call me soft because I like to See the good in stuff
If we just let people be themselves, would that be to much?
We all makes mistakes
Why are we so scared to learn?
Pain is a shame
but
a reward you earn
My mental high way is always croweded from all the bridges I burned
I was just Tryna learn to stand on my own
Build my own thrown I didn't know telling people I didn't need them
Would make them throw shade at your shine
Rain on you cabana
I knew from how lonely our Christmas tree
Was
It wasn't no Santa....
My parents try to teach me to learn from their mistakes
But vicarious learning was never great
My hard head is what most hate
Listen if I could tell you anything in my short time on this earth
It's
Make mistakes and learn from them
That's how life works
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
anguished, anemic, adolescents, arrayed, in a line.
apprehensively, observing the ambulance, take away
an afficiando, again, today.
bereft of energy and ability
to see......
that cutting,
while a momentary thrill.
is leaching their ability,
to be anything
but lethargic, listless and ill.
an addiction to, endorphines
angst and red blood spill.
becomes a viscous, viscious
cycle,
that daily, causes a spiral downward.
you cut, to feel,
release from pain,
blood flows,
draining you of
the nutrients and
sustenance you need,
to cope with living life,
you become,
less able to deal,
with the slights and arrows
and daily dross.
so you cut,
to deal with the loss
of the ability to cope,
you saw away,
at your skin like,
it is a mental rope.
all the whil
you lose blood the live giving force,
you lose the ability to hope
spiraling, until....
you collaspe in class... your secret revealed...
A is for ANGER...
bright fiery red,
at the abtruse,
asininity of it all.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
"You're not old enough" is all you hear,
"You're too young to be of any use".
Well, this is what I say to you:
"Don't listen to those well meaning, completely decieving, treacherous, think their better than us, we're old enough to understand, we've got your life all planned, so clever their dumb, brain cells and heart gone numb, big language they think you don't know, force you to follow them wherever they go, say its french if they swear, don't let your clothes tear, people that we trust in called grown ups.
You don't get on in life by listening to them, but by being:
Quite resourceful, only a little forceful, polite to those in power, never at all sour, an example of a good mix of words and fists, believing only in what exists, reasonably bold, young at heart not old, elegant whil still practical, clever and tactical, but most of all by being YOU and ignoring people unless they actually make sense for once!
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC