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Liz Livewire

I know I'm late to this but here it is (written at 12 am)

Restlessness feels like static
swirling and buzzing
my head
on the verge of doing everything and nothing
I hate it
mind feels flat
incomplete
unmotivated
tired
clock ticking ticking
hour running running
running away
feet stuck in lead
and hand in glue
poison slowly drips drips
down down
my throat
and my eyes are slowly closing
hands in my head and
they grip they suffocate they squeeze
I'm running running out of time
late late
I'm gonna be late
wait
there's nothing to do
nothing nothing to do
nothing to do
nothing to do
restlessness feels like static

@Elder-God-Whisper work

(I know this one sounds a little more like a rap, but…)

Hey!
What's happening to our constitution?
Falling apart is US resolution,
Seems we need a crazy solution,
So maybe I should fire up a revolution.

Say!
Set it off, who all's in?
Like a grenade just lost it's pin,
to continue like this is just a sin,
like a drunkard losin' life to gin.

So!
Grab the guns, 'fore government can enfringe,
Imma go on a complete justice binge,
But do we really need a bloody tinge?
'Cause, like our torches, words'll singe.

Whoa!
Guess I had a momentary daydream,
'Cause nobody's brave enough to stick outta the mainstream,
This idea's like making ice outta effin steam,
And a singe everyone will nurse with burn cream.

So Imma drop the mic and let you decide,
if this is the life you want to live or die.

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Ah, I see. The beat is great, and it definitely conveys emotion. I really like it.

@Knight-Shives group

I know you'll never see me
But I understand
I'm invisible
Never seen
Never heard
Standing in plain sight
Yet not seen
I see everyone
But nobody sees me
I saw you glance my way once
But I know you looked past me
Or at a friend on my side
Because I'm invisible
And unseen by all

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I SEE YOU. YOU ARE AN AWESOME POET. YOUR FREE VERSE IS GORGEOUS AND I WANT TO PUT IT TO MUSIC.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.

@shattered_heart

Met my mother at the door
And my heart filled with dread
I hung my head low
As these words she said.

"Why are you stressed?
You dont have problems like me."
Maybe you're right
But we handle them differently.

You stress and you scold,
I claw at my skin
Let the crimson blood out
And the insecurities in.

Dermatillomania
A skin picking disorder.
But you care about your reputation
And not your own daughter.

Alone in the bathroom
Watching her scar
Begging this isn't you
It's not who you are.

The girl in the mirror
Has tears in her eyes
And now I'm convinced
I have been telling her lies.

She can never be beautiful
With all of those flaws
So I watch in guilty silence
As she claws and claws.

Dermatillomania
A skin picking disorder.
But you care about your reputation
And not your own daughter

Look at my arms
The disease had spread.
But all you can say is
You got blood on the bed.

But what is a pillow
Or a blanket or two?
What about your poor daughter
Who is feeling more than just blue?

But what would you care
For your daughter's health?
I know the family name
Is your delusional wealth.

Dermatillomania
A skin picking disorder.
But you care about your reputation
And not your own daughter.

Say goodbye to that child you knew
Her dreams and happiness all fled away
The demons you placed in her head
Now hold them at bay.

Does it make you feel better
That you destroyed that child?
Do you feel happy now?
It's months since she smiled.

She wont go out
Her face is too scarred
Inside and out,
She knows she's too marred.

Dermatillomania
A skin picking disorder.
But you care about your reputation
And not your own daughter.

You made her this way
When you chose the name
But she is the one,
Who lives with the shame.

@Elder-God-Whisper work

(just did this in a few minutes)

I love those days,
When I can watch Blue Jays,

Hot coffee in my hand,
At my window I stand,

And daydream of the time,
I'll get to hear bells chime,

Dress white as snow,
Or black as ink flow,

My life beginning or my life ending,
Both sound peaceful, my heart mending,

As I watch snow flurry outside,
I'll let fate be my guide,

But for now, down I'll set my mug,
So I can wrap my Love in a hug….

@SpookyJim

(just did this in a few minutes)

I love those days,
When I can watch Blue Jays,

Hot coffee in my hand,
At my window I stand,

And daydream of the time,
I'll get to hear bells chime,

Dress white as snow,
Or black as ink flow,

My life beginning or my life ending,
Both sound peaceful, my heart mending,

As I watch snow flurry outside,
I'll let fate be my guide,

But for now, down I'll set my mug,
So I can wrap my Love in a hug….

I.
I love you.
So much.
Words can't even describe-
Just-

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Words are my life,
Lyrics, my love.
Songs are my savior,
Verses are enough.

They kept me up,
Through rise and fall.
Just me and the lines,
and that was all.

I poured my soul into the songs
that no one ever sang.
I cried my tears onto the notes
That never really rang.

I put them out for all to see
but no one cared to look.
And all the words that no one heard
Could fill the biggest book.

And as the stanzas get longer still,
no one’s going to care.
As I send out another poem
to fall in empty air.

@Bandito

Words are my life,
Lyrics, my love.
Songs are my savior,
Verses are enough.

They kept me up,
Through rise and fall.
Just me and the lines,
and that was all.

I poured my soul into the songs
that no one ever sang.
I cried my tears onto the notes
That never really rang.

I put them out for all to see
but no one cared to look.
And all the words that no one heard
Could fill the biggest book.

And as the stanzas get longer still,
no one’s going to care.
As I send out another poem
to fall in empty air.

Perseverance, man. Keep it up, maybe try posting to some other sites…

Deleted user

Words are my life,
Lyrics, my love.
Songs are my savior,
Verses are enough.

They kept me up,
Through rise and fall.
Just me and the lines,
and that was all.

I poured my soul into the songs
that no one ever sang.
I cried my tears onto the notes
That never really rang.

I put them out for all to see
but no one cared to look.
And all the words that no one heard
Could fill the biggest book.

And as the stanzas get longer still,
no one’s going to care.
As I send out another poem
to fall in empty air.

Perseverance, man. Keep it up, maybe try posting to some other sites…

It’s not so much that I want my poems to be popular or whatever so much as describing how it is for a ton of writers.

@shattered_heart

Words are my life,
Lyrics, my love.
Songs are my savior,
Verses are enough.

They kept me up,
Through rise and fall.
Just me and the lines,
and that was all.

I poured my soul into the songs
that no one ever sang.
I cried my tears onto the notes
That never really rang.

I put them out for all to see
but no one cared to look.
And all the words that no one heard
Could fill the biggest book.

And as the stanzas get longer still,
no one’s going to care.
As I send out another poem
to fall in empty air.

MOOD.

@Elder-God-Whisper work

here's a poem

the birds, man
the birds work for the bourgeoisie

Do they though?

yes they do
and so do ducks
and maybe you

Oh gods… is trying not to laugh Why, Josh, whyyyyy??

@Elder-God-Whisper work

I cannot sleep when my mind is burning,
I cannot sleep when my world is churning,
And right now, my world stopped turning,
So help me, help me, because I'm in danger of inburning

Deleted user

my mind is a mess
full of music and
clouds and
clutter

my mind is a mess
constantly buzzing
yet
and i wonder why i can't sleep
(i told you i didn't need medication)

my mind is a mess
it could spark your interest
we could nerd out over
hiccups
(and we did)
while we skate
you hugged me and whispered
in my ear
"i'm a mess too"

this was written fast with fleeting thoughts