Who u standing under the mistletoe with 👀 👀 👀
Any lucky celeb that just so happened to be there?
(also very good poem, many claps and fairy bread for you)💕 ✨ Josh Hutcherson ✨ 💕
🎶 cAn yOu bLoW mA wHiStLe bEbE wHiStLe bEbE 🎶
I'd blow his whistleI MEAN WHAT.
You are so real for that
Ik bbg
Clover go to sleep
or atleast go to sleep within the next 2 hours
NO
I'm neva Eva goin to sleep
it'll make me sad if you dont sleep
i'll confiscate ur penis confetti
Not my penis confetti :(
“Boys will be boys”
I wish we could stop
Stop longing for it
Stop longing for closure that this
Hell makes us want
This hell they make
Hoops to jump though
Latters to climb
And, for what?
Boys still catcall us
Our skirts are still too short
Our skin is still too provocative
“Boys will be boys” They say.
And they push our problems away
They close their eyes and send us on our way
We will not fall
We will not let our problems be brushed off
We deserve justice
We will not rest until we get it
“Boys will be boys” they say
We will be fighters then
For our pride
(IMMM SO EDGY. don't judge this one– I wrote it years ago. Litearlly 7th grade)
bad haiku dump
Laying on the porch
My bones are cold but my flesh is hot
The wind blows
Inside and tired
My puppy curls up on me
And naps.
The driveway is wet
Water seeping in through my socks
I wish i wore shoes.
Ode to Beetlejuice the musical.
The doors swing open, cold rushes in
With the people. I wait. Wait. Wait.
The waiting is like a hospital room
Wanting to know when the waiting is over.
Finally. The rope drops and
We rush inside.
The merch booth like a beautiful
emerald gem. Coveted. Desired.
People all around chatter and speak as
The line moves up.
Dorks and nerds alike
Get their things and move along
To the next booth. And the next.
And the next. We move with them.
The collection in our arms growing
Like the anticipation. Like the moon.
The theater is cold, cool. It smells
Like slightly damp moss. Misty. Mysterious.
Creepy music, fitting with the show,
Plays as projections dance aross the
Closed curtains.
We study the border
What looks like picture frames
Light up alternating between
Purple, white, and green.
Like a spinning wheel.
It can’t seem to make up its mind.
A loud crack fills the auditorium.
Silence. Darkness.
Focus on one thing only
The lights flicker around. Like beacons
Summoning our attrition. Telling us to put our phones
Away and live. To simply experience.
The curtains open.
A casket in the middle of the stage.
A chorus begins singing.
And I know I am home.
I know I am ready.
I need to scream
I need to get it out.
Out
Out
Out
I'll fucking cut it out
I'll claw it out of my own fuckibg chest.
I'll rip out my still beathing heart
Even then it won't be enough.
I want to scream at him
I want to yell
I want to hurt him
I need to hurt him
I need him to feel
How I do.
I want to tell him how I feel
"I love you"
"I hate you"
"I hope your happy"
"I hope he fucking breaks your heart"
Knowing God Damm well I only half mean it
But I don't.
I Silently stew
Bottling up resentment
And rage
Just incase
He loves me too.
Cus I know the second
He comes back
I'll welcome him
With open arms.
I have a friend
One who means so much to me, and everyone they talk to
They may not see it but they've helped so many people
Without them, I don't know what I'd do
I have a friend
who never fails to bring a smile to my face
They know just how to make me laugh
And here is where they have a place
I have a friend
Who will never know the good they have done
Who has given me so many memories without seeing each other
And its sad. Because they don't know they are enough
//TW// sh mention\
//tw// sa, rape, gore\\
(i was feeling edgar allen poe core!!)
(I'm going to make up a poem on the spot for you guys. It'll be a bit but it'll happen.)
(And yes, it will likely make no real sense at all.)
(Also, none of your guy's poems are shit. Trust me, it's better than what most could do with considerable effort.)
Possible TW? Some may find it troubling if they understand what it means in all aspects at least.
Scarlet lights,
A desperate fight
To cling to a vestige of love,
As it flies away on the wings of a dove
Stained black;
Please take it back,
I have found a lack
Of warmth,
Of light,
Of my final wish to rise.
Yet once upon a time,
Sometimes,
I found a burning want,
For a single hunt
Of what made me live;
Yet found no sliver,
No recourse,
No sign of remorse
That which makes a person
Truly human.
In the end,
No bend,
No breaks,
No high stakes;
Just a shattered hollow,
Left to wallow
And to rot,
In her own want,
In her own sinking boat,
Which was sunk for her long ago.
(omfg the talent here- dies)
(Also, none of your guy's poems are shit. Trust me, it's better than what most could do with considerable effort.)
(the main reason this is for shitty poets is cus my stuff is like all so I'm 14 and this is deep.)
(Eh. . . personally, you all have done a much better job than that. It's just basically a ramble from the top of my head.)
(Also, none of your guy's poems are shit. Trust me, it's better than what most could do with considerable effort.)
(the main reason this is for shitty poets is cus my stuff is like all so I'm 14 and this is deep.)
(True enough, but even monkeys can throw rocks instead of shit sometimes, you know? Basically, even an animal has a degree of intelligence to learn and adapt, and so too do 14 year old poets.)
(Also, none of your guy's poems are shit. Trust me, it's better than what most could do with considerable effort.)
(the main reason this is for shitty poets is cus my stuff is like all so I'm 14 and this is deep.)
(True enough, but even monkeys can throw rocks instead of shit sometimes, you know? Basically, even an animal has a degree of intelligence to learn and adapt, and so too do 14 year old poets.)
(I'm almost 15 :3!!! )