Write some poetry and show it here
here is mine

Poke, Stab, Kill.

Pokety poke poke
Stab stab stabbity stabeth
Death dying kill kill

(Not the greatest, but… here:)

Banned from the library,
Failin' all my classes,
I flip up my dark hood,
'N' leave with all the hall passes.

Calls from the councilor,
Crap, I lost my glasses,
Skip out on lunch,
Teacher asks, "Where're all the hall passes?"

Pocket that pad,
Shrug like I don't have a clue,
'Cause I'm the bitch in the back,
I leave this hell's pit at 2:52

mood

I wonder if someone will show up with some, uh, lighter poetry.)

well here's some kinda floofy poetry (it's kinda long)

Waterfall of
the poetic words
that tumble
inside my mind
creamy
sour
chocolatey
cascading
tumult
Of beautiful
black roses
I taste
the words as
I walk
down the hallway
of seventh
grade, bumping into
The people
whose names I
know and
they know mine
but toss
it aside like
a broken
glass. But then
I see
a boy whose
midnight hair
glints under the
harsh glow
of the artificial
lights. He
is new. He
is
perfect
erratic
scribbles
on the
sweet,
bitter
paper of
my life
neat
explosive
silent
vibrance beyond
anything I’ve
ever seen
awkward,
confused,
flawless
notes on a
Violin
I reach
Out to touch
His arm,
His shoulder as
We pass
Each other and
My feet
Go thip-thip-
Thip on
The speckled tile
Of the
Hallway, but I’m
Afraid that
He will explode.
So instead
I pull away
And instantly
Regret it.
When my wavering
Voice finally
Brushes his hand
And my
Shaking words caress
His face,
He does not
Explode, he
Simply ripples, as
If a
Stone was dropped
Into the
Calm waters of
His demeanor
Behind the beautiful,
Lovely, handsome
Mask, he
Too roils with
The poetic
Words that he
Cannot describe
So instead he
Sets his
Bow to his
Violin and
Transforms his poem
Into music
One day in
The hall
Our eyes meet
For a
Single, perfect, harmonic
Second. His
Are melty, luxurious
Liquid, enveloping
Me and pulling
Me down
Into their depths.
My eyes
Are probably filled
with pain
They too reach
Out to
Take him and
Pull him
Closer to me
My eyes
Are deep wells
Holding all
Of my sorrow
Deep within
The contact breaks
And we
Both
Move
on

well here's some kinda floofy poetry (it's kinda long)

Waterfall of
the poetic words
that tumble
inside my mind
creamy
sour
chocolatey
cascading
tumult
Of beautiful
black roses
I taste
the words as
I walk
down the hallway
of seventh
grade, bumping into
The people
whose names I
know and
they know mine
but toss
it aside like
a broken
glass. But then
I see
a boy whose
midnight hair
glints under the
harsh glow
of the artificial
lights. He
is new. He
is
perfect
erratic
scribbles
on the
sweet,
bitter
paper of
my life
neat
explosive
silent
vibrance beyond
anything I’ve
ever seen
awkward,
confused,
flawless
notes on a
Violin
I reach
Out to touch
His arm,
His shoulder as
We pass
Each other and
My feet
Go thip-thip-
Thip on
The speckled tile
Of the
Hallway, but I’m
Afraid that
He will explode.
So instead
I pull away
And instantly
Regret it.
When my wavering
Voice finally
Brushes his hand
And my
Shaking words caress
His face,
He does not
Explode, he
Simply ripples, as
If a
Stone was dropped
Into the
Calm waters of
His demeanor
Behind the beautiful,
Lovely, handsome
Mask, he
Too roils with
The poetic
Words that he
Cannot describe
So instead he
Sets his
Bow to his
Violin and
Transforms his poem
Into music
One day in
The hall
Our eyes meet
For a
Single, perfect, harmonic
Second. His
Are melty, luxurious
Liquid, enveloping
Me and pulling
Me down
Into their depths.
My eyes
Are probably filled
with pain
They too reach
Out to
Take him and
Pull him
Closer to me
My eyes
Are deep wells
Holding all
Of my sorrow
Deep within
The contact breaks
And we
Both
Move
on

@/theodore piggot

Fanfiction

Debating Debating
Arguing over the meaning
Is it
or isn't it
Agree
disagree
Fanfiction
a story with characters
already from something
fanfiction
based off of, movies, shows, real life, video games
It is fan fiction
though he denies

eyes blue
like the Atlantic
i'm going down
like the titanic
moon-eyes
why?
love-lies
sigh

OR:
You wanted to go running
you wanted him to stay away from me
You want me to go gunning
You want only the best from me

I beg and I cry and I yell and I scream!
But you love it.
I sigh and I moan and I groan and I plead!
But you say "fuck it".

aaa thank you so much

Deep Poem

not really
just drabble XD

Mine was a rant

well here's some kinda floofy poetry (it's kinda long)

Waterfall of
the poetic words
that tumble
inside my mind
creamy
sour
chocolatey
cascading
tumult
Of beautiful
black roses
I taste
the words as
I walk
down the hallway
of seventh
grade, bumping into
The people
whose names I
know and
they know mine
but toss
it aside like
a broken
glass. But then
I see
a boy whose
midnight hair
glints under the
harsh glow
of the artificial
lights. He
is new. He
is
perfect
erratic
scribbles
on the
sweet,
bitter
paper of
my life
neat
explosive
silent
vibrance beyond
anything I’ve
ever seen
awkward,
confused,
flawless
notes on a
Violin
I reach
Out to touch
His arm,
His shoulder as
We pass
Each other and
My feet
Go thip-thip-
Thip on
The speckled tile
Of the
Hallway, but I’m
Afraid that
He will explode.
So instead
I pull away
And instantly
Regret it.
When my wavering
Voice finally
Brushes his hand
And my
Shaking words caress
His face,
He does not
Explode, he
Simply ripples, as
If a
Stone was dropped
Into the
Calm waters of
His demeanor
Behind the beautiful,
Lovely, handsome
Mask, he
Too roils with
The poetic
Words that he
Cannot describe
So instead he
Sets his
Bow to his
Violin and
Transforms his poem
Into music
One day in
The hall
Our eyes meet
For a
Single, perfect, harmonic
Second. His
Are melty, luxurious
Liquid, enveloping
Me and pulling
Me down
Into their depths.
My eyes
Are probably filled
with pain
They too reach
Out to
Take him and
Pull him
Closer to me
My eyes
Are deep wells
Holding all
Of my sorrow
Deep within
The contact breaks
And we
Both
Move
on

@/theodore piggot

GO AWAY YOU INSOLENT CHILD

XD

Procrastination
Taking over
So sorry
Didn't have the time
Forgot
Had other stuff to do
Didn't feel like it right then

So many stories
So many promises
So many self proposed deadlines

All failed.

I should get to work
Finish that paper
add on to that story
Edit that paper

Though
I'll do it
Tomorrow

story of my life

is poetry art?

wait, this isn't a philosophy threa-

(YES!)

Procrastination
Taking over
So sorry
Didn't have the time
Forgot
Had other stuff to do
Didn't feel like it right then

So many stories
So many promises
So many self proposed deadlines

All failed.

I should get to work
Finish that paper
add on to that story
Edit that paper

Though
I'll do it
Tomorrow

(Perfection right there.)

Do you remember
The day my heart was shattered?
Do you remember
The year I became hollow?
Do you remember
The week I turned thirteen?
Do you remember
How my heart was rent into a thousand pieces?
I remember.
Of course, you don’t.
What you do remember
Is how I stayed in the corner.
What you do remember
Is how my voice was only heard when I sang.
What you do remember
Is how I cried silently, tears rolling down my cheeks.
What you do remember
Is how I drew my pictures with no color.
Why don’t you remember?
That’s your question?
My question
Is why didn’t you ask?

are you okay hun