@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars group
(Idk, man. I'm not very good at poetry.)
(Idk, man. I'm not very good at poetry.)
@Blurry-Ugh that was so gooooood
Okie dokie so i wrote this one when I couldn't fall asleep the other night, and typically the things i write past 12 don't make sense, so be warned.
I want something wonderful
the problem is
There are different types of wonderful.
I want to lift my face to the sky
and let my skin soak up the beams of light
but i also want to hide in the dark
and watch the stars wink at each other
Or maybe I could fly
and watch the gray burst into colorful flames from above
but there's also something beautiful about dwaling about a monochromatic world.
So then
you see my dilemma
for there are many paths to lead
Many lives to choose
All of which make my heart sing.
I have written a poem because i was mad at my mother, you can probably tell,,,
F Word Warning
I Came From You
I came from you
But that doesn’t mean
I’m yours.
You try to hold on
But I’m like sand between
Your fingers.
Because I have a mind
And you can’t control it
So fuck you.
And no matter what I say
No matter if I love you
I don’t want you.
Your binding requirements that
Even filter my breathing
like a tomb.
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.
Also Periwinkle your poem is gorgeous
Thanks! And so is yours! I like the part where you said no matter if you love her you don’t want her bc that makes it seem more honest and heartfelt, instead of just saying you don’t love her
(I would write a poem, but Idk wth to write)
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.
t h i s
@Blurry-Ugh that was so gooooood
that is not correct
but thanks babe <3
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.t h i s
Thanks for noticing that. It’s actually the original version of ‘blood is thicker than water’ but people shortened it and changed the meaning. I’ve been wanting to use it for a while.
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.t h i s
Thanks for noticing that. It’s actually the original version of ‘blood is thicker than water’ but people shortened it and changed the meaning. I’ve been wanting to use it for a while.
Right, I got that. It's so beautiful. I want it tattooed on my forehead.
Okay here's a thing, but keep in mind that it's probably triggering
There's a kind of beauty in wanting death.
It's the beauty of a spider, spinning its web in a fatal trap.
It's the beauty of a flame, devouring a home and devouring a life.
It's the beauty of a hurricane, ripping the heart of a city to shreds.
It's the beauty of hopelessness.
It's the beauty of destruction.
The beauty is dark, and graceful, and poised to kill.
The beauty bleeds from every smile and drips from every laugh.
The beauty resides in the weight that will not leave your stomach.
The beauty lives in the purity of your delicate despair.
The beauty fills the void that has been torn out of you by words of steel.
The beauty has burrowed its nest in your mind long before you knew it was there.
It has no mercy. It takes no prisoners.
It comes, it sees, it conquers.
You've fallen prey the second the beauty enters your mind.
For after the beauty, comes the dark.
The dark is the fly caught in the spider's web.
The dark is the home, the dark is the life.
The dark is the heart of the city.
The dark captures hope, and breaks it into kindling.
The fire of the beauty is fuelled by hope.
When hope meets dark, and dark meets beauty,
Please don't fight. The fight is the hardest part.
Give in, and feel the beauty, and become the dark.
Oh yesssss! I saw this one in the Creative Writing chat. I love~ it!
Ahh thank you!
(I wish I was good at poetry. I look at my stuff and think "oh. well, this is crap.")
(aack i know the feeling my friend everyone is like so great at it and then I try to write and it just bleh)
The thing about wars is,
Nobody wins
If victory is the absence of loss.
The thing about love is,
Everyone sins
But you can’t run away from the cost.
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I shake in fear
that you'll be gone,
but I never do
anything to
stop it.
I want to say
that it's okay,
but I'm too scared
to be seen
as the
bad guy.
I should have known.
Why didn't I know
that passenger planes
get shot down too?
Why do you have to go?
You don't need to go
and trap me in this
Déjà vu.
I can remove the tape
from my fragile bones.
I will fall before you
just to let you know
That I…
I'm nothing but a bystander.
(Here ya go, just another crappy poem from Nie [or whatever you call me].)
(woa that is amazing, especially like the line spacing thing….i dont quiteee understand what it is about though? maybe im just dense) (ooook ik i have not been on in ages but here is one thing i did last night)
I'm not ill or diseased.
I'm not stressed or distressed.
To put it bluntly,
I just feel like dying.
I don't hurt myself because everyone else does it!
I don't bleed because I'm upset,
I bleed because I don't feel upset,
And I think that I deserve to.
This is not some brain malfunction or scientific disorder
I don't do this out of some instinctive coping mechanism
Because my life's going fucking dandy
I'd just prefer to lead it
I am bathed in a flood of emotions and colors
Laughing, crying, shouting, whispering
And my monotone gray has no place in it
I can't find my face in the crystal reflections
The shaking hand of a robot is simply trying to become human,
The lump in my throat is simply my speakers malfunctioning
If I pull out the wires, perhaps I can paint my arms vermilion
And pass as rainbow?
"Don't buy into all that stuff," you said
"I love you," you insisted, as if that was a problem
Then you told me you were not going to leave me alone, and that you were going to drag everyone into my life
And you walked away, to get the spray paint
(I wrote a thing!!)
We Are Poets
We are poets
We are writers
We look at the stars
And see people
We see thoughts
And we make them ours.
We are dreamers
We are searchers
We’re looking for the why
Or sometimes for
A way to leave
So find us in the sky.
I have written a poem because i was mad at my mother, you can probably tell,,,
F Word WarningI Came From You
I came from you
But that doesn’t mean
I’m yours.
You try to hold on
But I’m like sand between
Your fingers.
Because I have a mind
And you can’t control it
So fuck you.
And no matter what I say
No matter if I love you
I don’t want you.
Your binding requirements that
Even filter my breathing
like a tomb.
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.
This hit me so hard, it's amazing.
I have written a poem because i was mad at my mother, you can probably tell,,,
F Word WarningI Came From You
I came from you
But that doesn’t mean
I’m yours.
You try to hold on
But I’m like sand between
Your fingers.
Because I have a mind
And you can’t control it
So fuck you.
And no matter what I say
No matter if I love you
I don’t want you.
Your binding requirements that
Even filter my breathing
like a tomb.
But the blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water
Of the womb.This hit me so hard, it's amazing.
Aw, thanks. Glad someone relates.
…school assignment said to make a poem involving words that make you think of the color white.
You got this idea in the bleached-out bathroom:
You could be a cloud.
Atoms never disappear - sheets from a hospital bed could later be the wedding gown of a new bride.
So you could one day float up and away into the fog of daydreams.
And join the ghosts of angels.
Just take one innocent step.
Feel the teeth of the cold hard ground.
And you'll be taken to some hospital,
And there will be papers rustling and ashen voices,
But it will be too late and your bones will be wrapped up in a casket,
And you will fade into a snowy-white storm cloud.
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