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@vidari-is-tired-in-advance group

This is a poem I wrote a couple months ago while sad:

“(sorry)”

Guilty is me,
guilty I am.
(sorry) but not enough
(time) to fix my broken mess
upside- down
in the pit of my
stomach roiling
bitter and sick
to the bone-
tired. and quaking
in my
[Guilt]

Sorry it’s kinda dark! It’s the only complete poem I’ve really ever written, and I wanted to contribute to this! ;3

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

I lurk i the
darkest corners
of your mind.
Ever present
I can see all
your thoughts
You have a
deep-seated fear
of me
A primordial
repellance
You run from me
But why try?
You shout,
"Who are you?"
Sharp fangs
Deadly claws
Spiked spine
Bloodred scales
"Who am I?
Foolish child!
Foolish, foolish child!
Who am I?"
I will cackle in
TRIUMPH, Who am I? I AM YOU

@Bandito

ᵒʰ ʷᵒʷ
(this is my interpretation of colors, probably different than you guys but I wanted to see what you thought anyway)

When you look at my face
I wonder what you see
A loner
A goner
A myriad of
Distant colors

White is for innocence lost
For pills and snow and unknown cost
Blue for slow, endless approach
For infinities of calm encroach
Red for chaos, swords and wielding
For scorching tears and words unyielding
Yellow for stubborn denial
For sunny lies and phones undialed
Green for watching all alone
For bright breezes and silky stone
Purple for wild, dancing minds
For marching down walls unconfined
Orange for rough and slimy thoughts
For blood sliding around monsters caught
Gray for drifting in old silence
For ghosts threatening future violence
Pink for pretty, empty sunsets
For soft perfume and small, unsaid threats
Brown for unreadable eyes
For rotting corpses in disguise

Black is for the hopeless child
For words too soft and voice too mild
For empty faces, the Styx's toll
Wondering why and funerals
Black is for too many things
For sobs unheard and tears unseen
For concerned parents, lonely kids
Questions, silence, falling off the grid
Looking up and seeing nothing
Thinking of them, of Him, of something
Shutting up and staying still
Taking one too many pills
For a thousand sleepless nights
For not bothering to turn on the lights
For uncertain, too-fast breath
Black is for
The millionth death

Deleted user

I wrote something, but I have to type it, since I wrote it in a journal… It's personal.

@Bandito

Doubtful, Unwanted

What if
No, but what if
They don't care
And what if
Listen, what if
Seriously
What if
Right behind their smiling faces
Glaring right at you behind those eyes
They actually
Hate you?
Don't deny it
No, don't deny it
You know they do
You know they have every possible reason to
They know you're weird
They think you're…'strange'
They say, just when you're not around,
That you're such a freak
They even know you don't have any other friends
You don't deserve to be around them
You don't belong to them
You don't fit in with any of them
Not a single one
You're alone
A lonely loner
Poor little thing
-

This one isn't perfect

I wrote this on recycled paper
Recycled paper for a recycled soul
Recycled people, recycled trees
Recycled fire 'cause it's recycled coal
How have you been?
How have you been?
Where have you been?
How are you?
I wrote this with a dull pencil
Dull pencil writing down dull cries
Dull colors go with duller music
Dull mouths speaking more dull lies
How have you been?
How have you been?
Who have you been?
How are you?
I rubbed this out with a used-up eraser
Used-up eraser for used-up thoughts
Used-up voice sings used-up songs
Used-up names in a used-up plot
How have you been?
How have you been?
What have you been?
How are you?
I read this with too tired eyes
Tired eyes for tired hearts
Tired dreams, tired of feeling
Tired robots with tired parts

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

I walk down the hall
Slinking against the wall
Till my eye catches a glint
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d walk a mile for the knowing smirk on his face
Brown dancing eyes
That meet mine and I feel my cheeks flame
Briefly
I squeak out words and he cocks his head,
Surprised
He whispers a mellow response
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d sing a million songs for the fire in his eyes
Graceful, slim hips
I slip a note in his locker
He probably thinks that
I know too much
Fleeting glances
Tell me that
He likes to whistle in the hallway
His eyes twinkle when he talks
The quiet knowledge surrounds him
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d write a thousand stories to hold his hand
I’ve waited the whole school year to grasp
The affection in words
And now I have it
Irrevocable
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d trade ten lifetimes to kiss his perfect lips.

@TeamMezzo group

I walk down the hall
Slinking against the wall
Till my eye catches a glint
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d walk a mile for the knowing smirk on his face
Brown dancing eyes
That meet mine and I feel my cheeks flame
Briefly
I squeak out words and he cocks his head,
Surprised
He whispers a mellow response
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d sing a million songs for the fire in his eyes
Graceful, slim hips
I slip a note in his locker
He probably thinks that
I know too much
Fleeting glances
Tell me that
He likes to whistle in the hallway
His eyes twinkle when he talks
The quiet knowledge surrounds him
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d write a thousand stories to hold his hand
I’ve waited the whole school year to grasp
The affection in words
And now I have it
Irrevocable
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d trade ten lifetimes to kiss his perfect lips.

I SHIP YOU AND THEODORE WITH ALL OF MY SOUL-

Deleted user

See the girl?
What does she hide?
Who is she really
On the inside?
Who is that man?
What does he want?
Why doesn't he let people see him from the front?
If we all hide
Who we really are,
Then why does it matter
What we show to them?
They don't see us.
They just flee us.
The few.
The hidden.
The Strange.

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

I am Broken
I am a Girl
I am beaten and bruised
I will crumble
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
Nonetheless, I know
I know, I know
My Heart is Glass, still and cold
Filled with Fallen Leaves and Secrets of Old
I shattered my Heart
Shards were
Rending my Insides
Tearing
Ripping
Cutting
I’ll never know
What I could be
Who I could be
Instead
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
I hurt those around me with the Shards
Of my Heart
I fall and I fall
Until I land on a Floor
Of my shattered Heart
They were
Rending my insides
Tearing
Ripping
Cutting
I break and I shatter and
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
I hurt Loved Ones and Friends
I will hurt you
You? Who are YOU?
You are me. You are hurt because
I SHATTERED MY HEART
SHARDS REND MY INSIDES
TEARING RIPPING CUTTING
I AM A GIRL OF
ICE
AND OF
SNOW

Deleted user

the family brooklyn
he loves brooklyn.
it’s his city, his hometown, and he will stop at nothing to defend it.
it’s the rich smell of mole poblano, wafting past the two muggers lying in the alleyways
carrying past the wet garbage cans and the concrete buildings, past the stars and into the night.
it’s the PO box behind the house, watched over by a woman with a vein of pure iron in her spine
filled with teddy bears and envelopes and food still warm from the oven.
it’s the view of the Bridge from a darkened rooftop, ice-cold rain pouring down
the parade of colorful umbrellas and glittering ocean waves painting a pretty picture below
it’s the parking lot filled with police officers, strands of webbing floating from the roof
and a smaller boy with blood dripping from his mouth and stubborn written upon the jut of his chin
telling him that when trouble’s got you by the throat and refuses to let go
they’re going to stop at nothing to defend him
this is the family brooklyn, and they are here to help.

this is based off of a fanfiction… guess which fandom!