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I Tried

I tried to write a love song
The notes are sounding dull.
I tried to write a sad song
About resisting dying’s pull.

I tried to write a happy tune
But nothing’s seeming real
I tried to fly with someone’s balloon
I tried so hard to feel.

@belle-elaine

They said,

Open up they said
Talk more they said
Laugh, smile, be happier they said
Do it, just try
Like it was so damn easy
Like I just wasn't trying already
As if I was the problem
Am I?

@Im-just-here-idk-what-life-means group

My kind sisters, you always make me laugh.
Older or younger, we stand strong through all.
One likes dolls, one likes games, one likes giraffes.
I have so many, I love all of y’all.
Sister one, two, three, brother number one.
You all are smart, but so am I, haha!
We always like to have a ton of fun.
Sometimes we fight, and y’all say blah blah blah.
But no matter what, we love each other.
Sisters are great sometimes, other times not.
I love each one, just like I love Mother.
I have never given it so much thought.
I am glad to have sisters, I love them.
This is the end of a heartfelt poem.

Sisters
By Draco Magnus

Deleted user

They said,

Open up they said
Talk more they said
Laugh, smile, be happier they said
Do it, just try
Like it was so damn easy
Like I just wasn't trying already
As if I was the problem
Am I?

sigh
I don't know what exact situation of yours this was about, but it brought me back to a lot of my own in the most beautiful way.
I love it.

@Nie-Huaisang-is-lost-in-the-stars group

"Stay Back"

I put a spoiler on it because some people may not be comfortable with a word used in it.

Deleted user

"Stay Back"

I put a spoiler on it because some people may not be comfortable with a word used in it.

This has feelings I love it. I can relate.

@brb

"Stay Back"

I put a spoiler on it because some people may not be comfortable with a word used in it.

This has feelings I love it. I can relate.

ahhhh i love this

@hollow-boned

oil

she beckons me with gazolină-tainted yellow mouth
over the phone. i shake quietly
and i come to her, eagerly, finally,
i run to her and i take her in with delight.
and i'm young and i know little of how to be loved,
but she says i'm a natural,
that i kiss her like i'll die if i don't run out of breath,
and she's right, and i'd give her everything on that couch
if she wasn't faded and hollow
like i was just another letterman jacket. and on that
couch, i think to myself come on, faith, kiss me
like you care,
and when my hands are in her hair, i think kiss me like i'm your best
friend, kiss me more
like you mean it, goddammit,
and less like we're being filmed, come on, baby,
act like you fucking care.
and it feels like a beginning and an end.
and when she pulls away, the studio lights turn off behind me
and she's slick with oil, and the smell
makes me feel as tired as she looks.
i say "i love you" as an offering, a threat, or a last ditch effort,
like begging on my knees,
like goddammit, say something good or i'm putting
my coat on and leaving.
she says "i love you too" like to an apple before
taking a last brimming bite out of it,
and i wish i wanted to stop her teeth from sinking in.

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im just gonna post this freeverse rant poem thing

I am a disposable friend
people keep me around
so that one day when they cry
ill be there with them, to comfort them
but for now, im ignored
when the group walks
i walk slowly behind
no one notices
when they tell jokes i laugh 
but when i tell jokes
my words get choppy and i get confused
they dont laugh
so i remain quiet
and slightly jealous
remembering when i was like that
with my old friends, but we always made sure everyone was ok
i would leave this group
but leaving this group makes me vulnerable 
easy to get to by the others that hate me without reason
i am the outsider
even if they call me their friend
i am the oddball
looking for a space to fit
into a group who doesn't even know me

Deleted user

(Woah. You okay? I think I have been inspired, though, so thanks?)

Perfect
Look at the glass on the walls,
Don't make them crack.
Join in the group,
Don't let them know you.
Pretend to get along,
Don't yell at the world.
Live in a perfect bubble,
Don't let it pop.
Always be happy,
Don't you cry.

Smile when they do,
Don't tell anyone.
Call it perfect murder,
Just keep it to yourself.
Get the perfect boyfriend,
Don't tell them what he did.
Express your talents,
But never say you failed.
Everyone must believe…
But you aren't perfect.

Deleted user

(Woah. You okay? I think I have been inspired, though, so thanks?)

Not exactly but im used to it. Just sometimes I feel like an outsider in my friend group, its been this way since I've moved here last year. The group i hang out with has known each other for years, and I feel like im kindof invading. So I sit back and watch how they act and im slowly trying to piece who I will in the group together. I change myself like a social chameleon to fit in.

@Bandito

oil

she beckons me with gazolină-tainted yellow mouth
over the phone. i shake quietly
and i come to her, eagerly, finally,
i run to her and i take her in with delight.
and i'm young and i know little of how to be loved,
but she says i'm a natural,
that i kiss her like i'll die if i don't run out of breath,
and she's right, and i'd give her everything on that couch
if she wasn't faded and hollow
like i was just another letterman jacket. and on that
couch, i think to myself come on, faith, kiss me
like you care,
and when my hands are in her hair, i think kiss me like i'm your best
friend, kiss me more
like you mean it, goddammit,
and less like we're being filmed, come on, baby,
act like you fucking care.
and it feels like a beginning and an end.
and when she pulls away, the studio lights turn off behind me
and she's slick with oil, and the smell
makes me feel as tired as she looks.
i say "i love you" as an offering, a threat, or a last ditch effort,
like begging on my knees,
like goddammit, say something good or i'm putting
my coat on and leaving.
she says "i love you too" like to an apple before
taking a last brimming bite out of it,
and i wish i wanted to stop her teeth from sinking in.

Cooool! Totally deserves to place!!!

@[ ǝ ʌ ı ʇ ɔ ǝ d s ɹ ǝ d ] that's so perfect…relate way too much…especially how you say that people keep you around to cry on….it's like you're used but not useful, and they know you're trustworthy because you rely on them….lmao almost went on a poem rant.

@ElderGod-Icefire

So. This conversation actually happened between my dad and I, and it still haunts me to think about, because his mindset about this disturbs me so much. So I wrote this last night.
WARNING: this poem contains potentially triggering content

@brb

I FOUND MY POEM BOOK, FRIENDS!!
here ya go:
(̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶n̶e̶a̶r̶l̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶e̶v̶e̶r̶)̶

daydream:
daydreams pale in comparision
to the oppurtunities
hoping to be
what could be,
if one of us
just dared to speak.

consumed:
they are
consumed by their art.
(you can see the frenzy in their eyes)
hands quickly moving,
desperate to create,
before the spark is gone and
its
too late.

grey:
if he was a color, he'd be grey
a color that so fits his exterior guise
the stillness and calmness
of him.

but grey doesn't capture what i see.
how he glows in the sun,
the warmth of his brown skin,
the secret, present,
on the edge of his lips,
trying (wanting desperately) to escape.

grey doesn't see what i see,
instead, it stays calm for the others.
but maybe its better
if they see grey
and i see secrets.

(the last one was something i wrote for my crush and im debating whether i love it or hate it)