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@Bandito

Machine

Confused agony
Is better than being me
Scrawny arms getting thinner
Feels nicer than your ghost's whisper
If I feel so lonely
Why am I not empty?
Why am I full of bad thoughts?
How am I an emotional robot?
The worst thing about desert sand
It gets everywhere but your hands
No one knows what you've done
'Course no one's there except the sun
I'm so cold but I'm burned out on the inside
The sun keeps glaring, don't think I'll make it to the other side
In the desert there's no rainbows
But in a dystopia, there's nowhere else to go..
Can a machine miss rainbows?.

@Bandito

Dragon's Fancy

Once upon a time there lived a dragon
It had sharp white teeth and sea-blue eyes
Shifting black scales and starry wings
It was a master of disguise

In summer it fancied itself a boy
With night-black hair and strong tan arms
It walked among even humans
It believed it wouldn't come to harm

For who would hurt such a gentle thing?
It met a girl with long blonde hair
They spoke a lot, they couldn't stop
So while she was asleep it took her back to its lair

She woke up fast, her smile dropped
She looked up and saw only a monster
No soft blue eyes, just pointy teeth
She screamed and ran, the dragon had lost her

The dragon cried for a long time
It went to sleep for years and years
When it woke up, it still missed her
But it made itself breathe and dry its tears

In winter it fancied itself a girl
With soft brown hair and fair white skin
It roamed the country and talked to birds
It tried to love the world again

It found a boy with smiling lips
And wavy hair and teasing words
They danced and laughed and kissed each other
So while he was asleep, it took him back to its world

He opened his eyes and saw a beast
He howled and ran, the dragon reached out for him
He froze in fear, the dragon's claws pierced
His smiling lips parted, his eyes went dim

The dragon's heart broke as it dug two holes
It buried the boy quietly and held up a sword
It had no answer as the sun set
It looked at the graves and spoke its last words

"I thought you both loved me
I didn't know humans would lie
I didn't know you would fear me so terribly
So I . . . guess I should die."

@hyunjins-eyemole

Dragon's Fancy

Once upon a time there lived a dragon
It had sharp white teeth and sea-blue eyes
Shifting black scales and starry wings
It was a master of disguise

In summer it fancied itself a boy
With night-black hair and strong tan arms
It walked among even humans
It believed it wouldn't come to harm

For who would hurt such a gentle thing?
It met a girl with long blonde hair
They spoke a lot, they couldn't stop
So while she was asleep it took her back to its lair

She woke up fast, her smile dropped
She looked up and saw only a monster
No soft blue eyes, just pointy teeth
She screamed and ran, the dragon had lost her

The dragon cried for a long time
It went to sleep for years and years
When it woke up, it still missed her
But it made itself breathe and dry its tears

In winter it fancied itself a girl
With soft brown hair and fair white skin
It roamed the country and talked to birds
It tried to love the world again

It found a boy with smiling lips
And wavy hair and teasing words
They danced and laughed and kissed each other
So while he was asleep, it took him back to its world

He opened his eyes and saw a beast
He howled and ran, the dragon reached out for him
He froze in fear, the dragon's claws pierced
His smiling lips parted, his eyes went dim

The dragon's heart broke as it dug two holes
It buried the boy quietly and held up a sword
It had no answer as the sun set
It looked at the graves and spoke its last words

"I thought you both loved me
I didn't know humans would lie
I didn't know you would fear me so terribly
So I . . . guess I should die."

That. That’s some powerful stuff.

@Trix

This chat is really inspiring and imma just pop in with stuff I've written.
Here's your daily coffee with two shots of depresso.

Monster
Since they added "crazy" and "needing a mental doctor" and "sneaky" and "liar" to the list, I've added "monster"
I can feel the claws digging at me, every night
I can shove it, force it
Out out out
But
A
Psychopathic
Part of me just wants
The
World
To burn
Society can go up in flames
How it's supposed to be
In hell
Engulf the world in embers
People and their faults strike too deep
Begin again from the ashes
Why am I like this
So vividly encased in wrath
Drowning in darkness
I belong with the monsters
Perhaps that is
Why I am
Where I am
Born into a family of monsters
Deprived of humanity
Humanity is the devil, himself
But foundations of morality, ethics
They swirl around in the glass
I can never quite grasp them
The faster I clasp my fist
The faster the water seeps out
Things like love
Trust
I will never understand
I was never meant to understand
The world would be a better place without me
Without my darkness and endless downpours of rain
Without monsters
For, what else am I?

@Bandito

(this one is meant to sound increasingly hysterical, I wanted it to sound emotional) (I just replaced my real name with Bandito, it has the same amount of syllables anyway)

Snake that Sings

I hear a prideful voice in my head, all the time
It only leaves when I sleep, and even then, not every time
And every day it's coming back again
Every day still singing that one song again

You can't just throw me away, Bandito!
You can't just start again, Bandito!
Look at those people, don't you wish you could be like them?
Look at me, you still can't swim!
Look at the reaper, he doesn't look grim!
And picking up the pieces is overrated!

How can I sleep? How can I breathe??
When it sneers at every breath I don't breathe??
My guardian angel watches sadly
As I chase my tail, heart pounding madly
The blood is on my hands
I'm not allowed into the promised land
And when I come back nothing looks the same
I can't remember my own name!

You're in a different world already, Bandito!
Didn't you know that, Bandito?
hAhAHA you didn't, did you!
You're too stupid! No, you know it's true!
And now that you're here, there's nothing you can do!
You're sticking with me!

The days are getting longer, then shorter
The sun is sinking, but my shadow's shrinking shorter
Goose bumps on my arms hurt me now
I'd tell someone, but I don't know how
It's a cold new world and I'm on my own
And unlike you, I don't have anyone to talk to about how I'm soo alone
Seven times seven is forty-nine
And don't hide your light, let it shine
But I have a certain kind of darkness
That drowns and smothers any kind of forgiveness
And I just hold still and let myself choke
Because, people's kindness, it's all mirrors and smoke

You know I'm always right, Bandito!
You're dead and gone already, Bandito!
You're useless and pathetic and you won't do a thing!
You've got your own little throne, but you know you're no king!
That's me, I'm the ruler, I'm the snake that can sing
Give it up. You don't exist anymore.

@hollow-boned

beatific

i find myself going back to that
blurry vision in the cathedral
every night.
and there i twirl and spin and dance,
beatific under the
holy light,
my shrine
is proud to hold me dear
between its golden walls.
i get to sit under the window
with my mouth wide open,
tongue stretched out,
waiting
for that light to pour through me like through a
barren chalice.
i smile, i chant, i howl, i
growl with laughter
when that honey courses through my bones and
makes me light, puts that
hum in my throat, takes the coiled fright,
you don’t understand me –
there is craving
in the ecstasy.

@ravens

👏👏👏👏👏👏 alsdjflasjdflaksjdflkasjdflaksjdfl YK that's beautiful!! "when that honey courses through my bones" MMM 10/10 line

@cue-nervous-humming

@Trix that was disturbing but in a good way, i love it
@EllieGrace the poem was really really cute it made me smile when the cat finally got a pat
@hollow-boned the first thing i did after reading that poem was go listen to the song, and then reread it and now I love it even more
@IHaveADamProblem that was quite the poem for a vent, maybe you should vent by poetry more often ;)
@Bandito i really like your poems, how varied your topics and images are and how you still pull it off every time

@Bandito

Thank you!

(I just watched You Were Never Really Here, such a perfect movie… depressing enough for me to write this, it's about one of the characters)

Emotionless, detachment
Looks like
Pale blue eyes
So
Cold inside
Flat line for a mouth
Fine blonde hair
Fingers too numb to feel anything
Back not slumped, not straight, like
She doesn't weigh more than the fog wrapping gently and carefully around her
Fragile brain

Emotionless, detachment
Sounds like
Muffled piano in the background
Quiet ocean,
No seagulls
Crystalline wind chimes,
Beautiful only when they beat against themselves
Soft plain of heather whispering to the wind
Clouds sobbing
Sandals trudging through ice and snow
Beds creaking at night along to innocent children's
Lungs

Emotionless, detachment
Feels like
( )

@Trix

(Okay I love that pattern and the descriptive words - and I'm going to do your poem no justice but it'll be funnn to see how this works out, if this is alright with you. If not, just say so and I'll delete this post.)

Emotionless, detachment
Feels like
Spinning out of orbit
Numb feet dunked in icy waves
Baiting moonlight with every next step
Shredding blank paper
Wind dancing through a desert
Parched lips given cake
Being trapped inside a cage
Where one is the prisoner
And the guard

Emotionless, detachment
Tastes like
()

@Bandito

(found this in a sketchbook, it's a lot older) (I don't like it but yeah)

It's a beautiful day
You should go inside
Because when I said
I'm just bored, I lied.
So scared of dying
But I wish I could
Sat there holding my head
But dulled the knife because I knew I should
There I am, tan and laughing
Here I am, pale and shaking
Starve myself of everything
Feed off of the thing I'm making
I'm just on pause today
Go with them on a trip to a museum
So we can all admire
The failures of man
They won't stop talking
Look at this painting!
They're all quite happy
I'm a spike of hating
I feel like Earth's just
An entertainment for spirits
And Hades pulses
But no one fears it

@hyunjins-eyemole

Who wants to hear a poem I wrote in sixth grade? (cricket noise) ok. Well. Here it is!

A fly
a leap
a hop
a crash
And that is when it all goes black
The day grows dark
the light grows dim
A broken heart
a broken limb
A little kindness
All I need
Nothing more than one good deed
To save my feathery soul

Neglected on the grimy side
While all the cars go passing by
But none of them receive my cry
What am I
Just a vermin side
My little wings no longer hum
For little longer my heart drum
Because human kindness is oh so numb
Not to save my feathery soul

Well. There is my 6th grade poetry folks.

@hyunjins-eyemole

Here’s some more crap!

It’s what the world says
That must be who you are
Be yourself
Not that way
People say
You have to look a certain way
You have to act a certain way
The haters say
This is how you should be

Now read backwards

@hyunjins-eyemole

Now for a poem about the death of Alexander Hamilton that I wrote in class.

Two men, crossing paths
Pistols drawn, to feel the wrath’s
Stubborn minds don’t think alike
And each other, they don’t like
It’s the famous fatal duel
Neither man was proved a fool
Hamilton and Burr were they
Poor Alex had so much to say
Eliza left, all alone
Left to starve to skin and bones
Loving another 50 years
Sick of crying, all those tears.

What.. I am sorry for posting this crap but here you go.

@cue-nervous-humming

Don't belittle your writing, I enjoyed it :) and i've always wanted to try writing one of those read it backwards poems, kudos to you for pulling it off!

@Bandito

(happy 4th of July)

Red

Searching for blood in a salty sea
Skeleton hands reach out towards me
I hear bloody waves shredding my face
I don't understand whoever called this grace
You leave me to choke on other people's blood
I'm not ready to hold my breath
I'm not prepared to ignore death
Here we go, but I'm too dirty!
Down, down, down, this can't be mercy
You leave me in the dark
Straining for something, some kind of sign
Stars are onyx, wet bones shine
All I can see are remains of people I never knew
Is this my life, is this what you want me to do?
You leave me isolated and too alone
Is it only in hell that there are vengeful ghosts?
Or in heaven are there suicides, like you the host?
I don't belong here, but neither did they
If they got to leave, why should I want to stay?
You leave me with mistakes

White

When we were young, we never thought we'd die
When you're a big girl, you say 'ouch', you don't cry
The teenagers are angry, the adults just yell
But the little kids, they haven't yet been through hell
We'd play with our dolls, we'd crown ourselves kings
While the big kids just played with their phones on the swings
Now we've forgotten how to breathe, how to laugh, how to play
Forgotten who it is that won't let us say what we want to say
As children, we didn't notice when someone else was upset
And we didn't feel guilt, because we didn't obsess about it
Now our innocence is gone, white crushed under the weight of black
So let's avoid the salty kids, because now there's no looking back

Blue

Blue was the color of summer skies
Blue is the sound of drowned men's cries
Blue is supposed to be calming but it's not to me
Blue seems too invincible, usually
Blue was what you thought of when someone said 'water'
Blue is the color of Lady Liberty, but she was copper
Blue is overwhelmingly full, like the ocean
Blue just reminds me why I won't be chosen
Blue was a sign of royalty, before
Blue became a sign of an internal war
Blue is nothing but apathy and sorrow
Blue is my reminder that we lost our tomorrow
Blue is in Easter and the 4th of July
Blue is the sound of the New World's lies
Blue is a cool color, not hot like red
But blue is more violent, because blue means cold and dead

@Bandito

(inspired by a short story called True Love by K. W. Jeter)

Riverbed

In the small dark rat-holes of New York she had lived
With her father in the corner of a hotel
They had a bathroom and a bedroom and a fridge
She hated it
She hated him
The ceiling was stained and the brown carpet was torn, the corners were dark and dirty
The lights were dim and yellow
The bed was never made, he never left, she had to get food for him
She did all the work
Their room always smelled bad and it was always too hot
She felt like she was drowning
She swam hard, endlessly to get to the surface
But he always dragged her back down
He just couldn't let go, it was physically impossible
But she hated him for it
But she gave him everything he needed, so he lived a long time
She was 53 by the time he died
She came back at 12 as usual
She made herself go over and lift the covers to see if he was awake enough
But his skin was cold, and he wasn't breathing
She held her own breath as she dragged him off of the wrinkled sheets and made the bed for the first time
Then she kicked him once, to make sure, and took the elevator up to the lobby
She checked out and left the small weak body for the staff
She kept holding her breath as she moved to Illinois
She was far away now but she was still choking
Her new house was nice and the bed was empty
But.
So after a year, she went to an elementary school to wrok,
But his ghost followed her closely.
Everything was clean and bright there and all the kids were happy
But her own mind was dim and brown and filthy
And she still couldn't breathe
She was so desperate now
She wanted out
Forever
She started taking walks by the river as snow started falling and freezing the edges
But she still felt hot because the hotel's AC wasn't working
It was so bad that she stopped inhaling in the middle of class
And when one of the kids finally asked about it
She hear his hoarse voice asking what was wrong with her
And she waited until school was over
Holding her breath
And she laid her hands on that child
And took him out to the river where she walked
And looked down at his pale old face
And held his desperate hands
And shoved him under the ice again and again until he stopped moving
And then she left her father asleep in the river bed

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Oh god, writing poems is basically all I do. Okay, here are a few:

The hand of Temptation belongs to the angel.
The apple belonged to the angel.
The bottle belonged to the angel.
But the heart? That was mine.
Because the angel is heartless.

Withering heart
Sorrow filled eyes
Choking on blood
From the mouth come lies.
Bruised soul
Broken soul
Knives in my body
The illnesses take their toll.
Mask it all.

The blade reflects the moonlight.
Tears. What emotion are you feeling, dear?
Bribing. Do you need something, dear?
Pleading. Did you do something bad, dear?
Bleeding. Did you hurt me, dear?

Two whips crack in the air. Same message, different tune.
"I hear you loud and clear."
Two whips crack my skull.
The soldier failed, it seems.
"I will carry his weight"
Two whips injure my brain.
This perfect doll needs to improve.
"I will do better."
But if the two whips fail,
do I have to take their place, too?