Thorns

I don’t want to be fooled by a rose without thorns
If they’re not all really gone.
I don’t want to lose my heart once again
Only to have it broken at dawn.

If you give me a hug round the shoulders
I’ll smile inside for days.
If you give me a hug a little lower, though
Don’t be shocked when I push away.

A kiss on the cheek means so much more
Than a thousand on the lips
And your hands on mine as we walk down the hall
Is much better than your hand on my hips.

The smaller things are often more genuine
To me they mean much more
Because, if you haven’t figured it out,
I’ve been cut by the big ones before.

We're Just Friends

Don't call me family.
The word alone haunts me.
It's there to ridicule, torture, and taunt free.

He used the mere word
as a weak bonding agent.
But clashing personalities caused abrasion.

It fell apart too quickly.
The pain, too much to bear.
Did they really love me? Where they even there?

I've made my mistakes.
She has made some too.
Why must my apologies be pierced and ripped through?

I suppose I'm sorry.
But I don't think that matters.
I'm sure that by now you have seen all my cold patterns.

When I tell you this I mean it.
And with it all the love I can send.
My darlings, I love you all, but we're not family. Just friends.

Here’s a poem from one of my stories and roleplays, ‘When the Rain Stops.’ I think it would be neat to have a poem as a warning for something like that. Or to teach people. It’s
pretty neat worldbuilding, and I unintentionally wrote it like this, but I liked the poem, so I decided to keep it and share it.

When the rain stops
Be careful.
Watch out for footprints,
especially if they’re not human.
Stay away from dark places,
or places with lots of noise.
Stay away from bodies of water,
especially if you notice the water is flat.
Try to be in a city by night.
However,
Daytime is just as dangerous.
It is much easier to find your way back during daytime.
Follow the signs,
Know them all.
Listen to your mind.
When the rain stops,
Be careful.

CRITIQUE THIS PLEASE, I NEED HELP

*{Also, there's a second part, but I kind of hate it lmao so I didn't post it here, but I feel that without it, the poem just kinda cuts off, you know?}

You say you try
I want to believe you, but
Money
Isn’t like watered-down wine in a bottle,
Convincing until you take a sip,
And even then can be blamed on your own sleepiness;
There is no hiding
Money,
Or rather,
Lack of it,
The feeling of heavy enveloped bills in your hands
And sooty quarters in the ashtray,
Smoke filling your nose as salty tears run down your cracked skin
Like the rain falling outside the foggy living room window
Because you can’t go on
Won’t go on
Like this,
But what choice do you have?
You are stuck
In this
Everlasting game of contradiction.

You have died
The trumpets play with no delay
As a sea of blue looks on

You have died
Tears fall from the eyes of them all
As the infantry bangs their drums

You have died
The flag is folded and all behold it
As it’s placed in quivering hands

You have died
With a bullet to the chest as tears pressed
At the corners of your eyes

You have died
And when you fell the angels yelled
Another is coming home

You have died
Click the radios on at the break of dawn
This is the end of watch

bruh
y'all gotta stop making me cry
The person was a soldier, no?
You conveyed that so well… The aftermath of a battle and a loss of a loved one.

Can I get some critiques on this poem I wrote? I'm trying to flesh it out a little bit more
More than you think (alternate title: depths)
You see me
Or so you say
If I only see myself in a mirror
You must see me upon the surface of a pond
Disturbed by ripples
Translucent
Easy to say you see through me
But I am not the rippling reflection
I am the pond
Its depths
The grasses waving gently at the bottom, the water deep and dark
Its creatures
The frog that sits at its edge, the fish that dart between strands of grass
The ripples that mar reflections
I am more than you will ever realize
For you cannot see into my depths

this is based on a character in one of my RPs. It's called "To Be Human". For context, the character is a cyborg. Also, I apologize for how long it is

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What does it mean
to be
Human?
What makes you
Human?
Is it
Parents?
No, for there are
Orphans.
The soul?
No, some believe that
there isn't one.
But
does that mean that
it is the
Body?
What does that make
Me?
For I am not
just flesh and
blood and
bone. I am
wires and
steel and
lines of
Code.
If the body makes
a man, then
what am
I?

I am not
A Robot.
I am not
A Machine.
I
Think. I
Feel. I
Hurt. I
Breathe.
Does that make me
Human?
Or am I
only a machine?

Am I
Human?
Or just
a broken
Machine?

Do I only
pretend at Humanity?
Wear it like
a mask at a
masquerade, to
hide the machine
beneath?
Is feeling,
Hurting,
Thinking,
Breathing,
Bleeding,
Enough? Or
Is something
Missing?

Humanity is a
Cacophony of
Sounds and
thoughts and
dreams and
noise. I am
Not.
Does that make me
lesser than you?

My mechanical hurts
cannot self-heal
like yours.
Am I still
a person?
My heart and mind are
part mechanical.
Does that mean
I cannot be
loved because
of what I
lack?
I cannot ever be
like you.
Human.
Fragile.

Free.

I cannot be
Like you.
I can never be
Normal.
But
can I still
be Human?

What does it mean
to be
Human?

Paper Planes

My skies are full of paper planes
Ideals and life align,
Running, careless, round the fields
Just me, me and the sunshine.

My sights are set on light ahead
I’m full of hope, it’s good.
There’s nothing that I have to be
Only a hundred things that I could.

The bridge beneath me’s crumbling
My balance off, I fall
The world seems to shift around but maybe
I’m the one changing after all.

My feet have hit the cold hard floor
Rock bottom, but I’m steady.
I know it’s taken long enough
But now I think I’m ready.

The world’s mine for the taking once again
I’m on my way to the top.
When I get there there’s more to be had
Now I can’t seem to stop.

I had my fun and I had my fall
Now the world is gray.
I’ve finally found a place down here
Where I would like to stay.

My skies are full of paper planes
And what will be will be.
Now are nights long and days are clear
And fields of lilies are all that I see.

The Stars wrote to me
And told me not to cry
Because even though you left
Without saying your goodbyes
You were never really gone
You never really died

The Stars wrote to me
And told me to believe
That you were coming back
And I didn’t need to grieve
Because you never wanted to run
You never wanted to leave

The Stars wrote to me
And told me to celebrate
You have beaten the Black Hole
You have sealed its fate
Now you shall return
Here for you I’ll wait

The Stars wrote to me
And told me to weep
Because you have lost your way
You have sunk too deep
Venus and Mars mourn for you
For the promise you could not keep

Drawing lines in the sand
In a desperate search
For another wanderer
The tide runs up
Flooding smirks
And dismissive shrugs
Washing away
The shallow grooves of a cry
With expert bloody claws

Drawing lines in the sand
Nails digging deeper
Deeper. Drawing blood.
Scars sheltered
By sleeves of tight denial
Choking away tears
And the marks they may have left
Impeccably buried under
Caring for the wanderers

A Farewell

Hey.
It’s been a while and well,
There’s something that I’ve been meaning to say.
You haven’t texted in a few
Months, and we haven’t talked but I want to break that today.

I see you with new people and
You look happy, so I’m not mad,
Disappointed, really,
Maybe even sad

It’s not your fault, I promise
But sometimes people drift away
And sometimes you don’t notice
Until it’s far too late.

And the hardest thing
When the distance between gets wide,
When time has slowly wedged between us
Is that I never said goodbye.

Now all the happy memories,
All the times we laughed together,
The late night parties and inside jokes
Remain memories forever.

I know it’s been some time and so,
We’re different people now, it’s just that I,
I can’t stop thinking about the past and I wanted to say
Goodbye.

I really like this and CAN RELATE but omg you’re such a good writerrrr

All of this stuff is so good

A Farewell

Hey.
It’s been a while and well,
There’s something that I’ve been meaning to say.
You haven’t texted in a few
Months, and we haven’t talked but I want to break that today.

I see you with new people and
You look happy, so I’m not mad,
Disappointed, really,
Maybe even sad

It’s not your fault, I promise
But sometimes people drift away
And sometimes you don’t notice
Until it’s far too late.

And the hardest thing
When the distance between gets wide,
When time has slowly wedged between us
Is that I never said goodbye.

Now all the happy memories,
All the times we laughed together,
The late night parties and inside jokes
Remain memories forever.

I know it’s been some time and so,
We’re different people now, it’s just that I,
I can’t stop thinking about the past and I wanted to say
Goodbye.

I really like this and CAN RELATE but omg you’re such a good writerrrr

Thank you!

I didn’t mean to hurt you
Except maybe I did
Because after you lied
I shattered
I had to get revenge
But I don’t want trouble
So sorry not sorry
Say goodbye
You must be insane
To think we could be friends
I thought I made it clear
I’ll kill you
With those thoughts in your mind
I’ll leave you in the dust
With your blood on the walls
I won

Will You Sing Me Off To Sleep?

Rosebuds grow their thorns in time
Will you sing me one more rhyme?
Willow sprouts begin to weep
Will you sing me off to sleep?

Yellow suns turn red as they sink
It’s setting one last time, I think.
Green turns to brown, flesh turns to bone
Please stay for a bit, don’t leave me alone.

As my head gets fuzzy and hard to hold
My hands and feet are getting cold.
As I sink into the deep
Will you sing me off to sleep?

I wrote another poem

It's unedited, so go easy on me lmao, but I need some advice on how to make it better. I don't really like the end, as I feel like it kind of interrupts the flow??

Last night
I dreamt of you.
I felt your soft curls
And gazed into your warm eyes.
Last night
I dreamt of you.
I brushed your shoulder
And listened to your melodic voice.
Last night
I dreamt of you.
I forgot the heartbreak
And let myself be held in your flannel arms.

This morning
I awoke
Knowing I had dreamt of you.
This morning
I walked past you
And pretended I hadn’t shed tears
Over a midnight delusion
That will never come true.