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Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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A Realization

The glorification of my fallen star has come to a bitter end, and in it's place my lovable bear with his soft smile and his wondering ways. And as he asks me about her, with her glass colored eyes and raven hair, as conversation fills the room I realize it's dark tinted smoke I speak about her. That we got along like a house on fire. I was needy and her, abusive. Pushing and shoving, complaining and ignoring. Always there except for when I needed her most. Not bad for a first love, worst for any other type. We were yes lost, but her more than I. If she hadn't loved me. If she wasn't my first love. There would not be a trail of shattered hearts and bones in my wake. Of tears and fake I Love You's. Of a need of saving. Of drug and alcohol escape artist, of trying to break myself open and still stay in the lines, of breaking boundaries. Of trying to be good enough. I would finally be satisfactory to lovers gone blind. She only loved rough and would push me when I needed to be held, and hold me when I was okay. I couldn't tell my problems, or call her in times of need. I just clung to her like hope, when she was an atom bomb falling to my earth and I was riding there the whole time. And when she finally ripped away? She stripped me of my skin, left me open black void of suction to others pain, and I worked hard to build walls. Keep the world out, don't let them see. Cry in silent, be a love hopper. So I close off with love and into friendship, feeding into her heart, just trying to support, but being everyones back bone with yours shattered is like trying to put water into a cup thats cracked all down the sides. It still holds, but it leaks. Tears spill. And so have mine. This poem here, is not just a realization, but a cast away of all the regret and pain, the blame. I blow out this candle and let it smoulder, for it is just artificial light reflecting upon the face of my own moons and if I must kill these feelings to be a better world for my bear, then so be it. This. Is true healing.

Slow Burn

I don’t have a dramatic story
That brings tears to everyone’s eyes.
But I do have years of living in a world
Where I only exist to advertise.

It’s every “what do you know about politics?”
“What do you know about power?”
“How could you possibly be part of this?”
I’m pretty and delicate, a flower.

It’s because I chose my own sex over his
Even though men are ideal
I’m gross and confused and mistaken
Because if he doesn’t agree it’s not real.

It’s every woman who isn’t paid
The same as her coworking man
Because she definitely can’t do anything
The same way that he can.

It’s every girl that’s shamed
Because of the impossible choice.
It’s every girl that’s not heard
Because they shut out her voice.

It’s every girl that’s looked down on
Because she was born in the wrong skin.
It’s every girl who never knew
That beauty could come from within.

It’s every time we’ve been insulted
And had to smile and fake it.
That’s why we can’t just leave it alone.
We won’t just shut up and take it.

Slow Burn

I don’t have a dramatic story
That brings tears to everyone’s eyes.
But I do have years of living in a world
Where I only exist to advertise.

It’s every “what do you know about politics?”
“What do you know about power?”
“How could you possibly be part of this?”
I’m pretty and delicate, a flower.

It’s because I chose my own sex over his
Even though men are ideal
I’m gross and confused and mistaken
Because if he doesn’t agree it’s not real.

It’s every woman who isn’t paid
The same as her coworking man
Because she definitely can’t do anything
The same way that he can.

It’s every girl that’s shamed
Because of the impossible choice.
It’s every girl that’s not heard
Because they shut out her voice.

It’s every girl that’s looked down on
Because she was born in the wrong skin.
It’s every girl who never knew
That beauty could come from within.

It’s every time we’ve been insulted
And had to smile and fake it.
That’s why we can’t just leave it alone.
We won’t just shut up and take it.

THIS. OH MY GOD.

Dare I say I don’t feel okay.
Yes, I get stuck and I feel this way.
Something is missing I’m not all here.
Perhaps it’s my body and the way I appear.
Honestly I think, Sometimes it’s all in my head.
Or sometimes I think I’d be better off dead.
Really it hurts, though you can’t see.
Is this really normal? or is it just me?
And one last question. Who could I be?

(You'll find the name of the poem if you look hard enough)

Dare I say I don’t feel okay.
Yes, I get stuck and I feel this way.
Something is missing I’m not all here.
Perhaps it’s my body and the way I appear.
Honestly I think, Sometimes it’s all in my head.
Or sometimes I think I’d be better off dead.
Really it hurts, though you can’t see.
Is this really normal? or is it just me?
And one last question. Who could I be?

(You'll find the name of the poem if you look hard enough)

dysphoria?? this is sO GOOD

I think I've posted this one before, but…

I do not
Want too much
A little hate
And a lot of love
To keep things
Even
As they say
Someone to be
My getaway
When life hits hard
And I’m afraid
They are right there
To take the blade
From trembling hands
And then they will say
“It’l be okay
Just one more day.”

{Aha, yeah lmao. I'm glad those speak to you. <3}

Untitled (bc idk what I should call it)

I suppose if I didn't love you
things would've been different.
I would flush every time I see you.
I wouldn't feel this lonely.

Why didn't I give up
when I saw you with him?
Why didn't I know that my dreams
would never come true.

Why does my heart still beat
for you whenever I see you smile?
I thought that the pain would go away
After a little while.

But still, I'm flustered over you.
I don't even know what to say.
The butterflies are in my stomach,
yet I'm choking on the wings.

If you weren't my friend
would I love you the same?
Or is this just part of
this life's sick, sick game.

I don't want to be around you,
but I still want you to stay.
I just don't want my love to be unrequited
for another day.

(untitled free-verse rant)
Trapped inside
by an unseen force
so harsh
feels like I can't breathe
but they cant know
avoid eye contact
or they will see
exactly who you
don't want to be
act like your fine
don't let them know
bite your tongue
Hold your breath
the person trapped inside
isn't someone they want to meet

We are the song you hear late in the night.

The dream, the horizon, the first morning's light.

We are the countless souls long and lost.

The many who lie below winter's frost.

We by the many are the good and bad.

The ghost of a ghost of a thought you once had.

The song that you hear is uniquely yours.

But we hear it too, and sing every score

The song that you whisper when you're all alone

Is a ballad to be played when you return home.

We cry out as we wait for every one

Our siblings, our friends, each daughter and son.

We know that you may think that death if the end

But we're here to tell you: come home my friend.

We are the song you hear late in the night.

The dream, the horizon, the first morning's light.

We are the countless souls long and lost.

The many who lie below winter's frost.

We by the many are the good and bad.

The ghost of a ghost of a thought you once had.

The song that you hear is uniquely yours.

But we hear it too, and sing every score

The song that you whisper when you're all alone

Is a ballad to be played when you return home.

We cry out as we wait for every one

Our siblings, our friends, each daughter and son.

We know that you may think that death if the end

But we're here to tell you: come home my friend.

Wow I love this

A Realization

The glorification of my fallen star has come to a bitter end, and in it's place my lovable bear with his soft smile and his wondering ways. And as he asks me about her, with her glass colored eyes and raven hair, as conversation fills the room I realize it's dark tinted smoke I speak about her. That we got along like a house on fire. I was needy and her, abusive. Pushing and shoving, complaining and ignoring. Always there except for when I needed her most. Not bad for a first love, worst for any other type. We were yes lost, but her more than I. If she hadn't loved me. If she wasn't my first love. There would not be a trail of shattered hearts and bones in my wake. Of tears and fake I Love You's. Of a need of saving. Of drug and alcohol escape artist, of trying to break myself open and still stay in the lines, of breaking boundaries. Of trying to be good enough. I would finally be satisfactory to lovers gone blind. She only loved rough and would push me when I needed to be held, and hold me when I was okay. I couldn't tell my problems, or call her in times of need. I just clung to her like hope, when she was an atom bomb falling to my earth and I was riding there the whole time. And when she finally ripped away? She stripped me of my skin, left me open black void of suction to others pain, and I worked hard to build walls. Keep the world out, don't let them see. Cry in silent, be a love hopper. So I close off with love and into friendship, feeding into her heart, just trying to support, but being everyones back bone with yours shattered is like trying to put water into a cup thats cracked all down the sides. It still holds, but it leaks. Tears spill. And so have mine. This poem here, is not just a realization, but a cast away of all the regret and pain, the blame. I blow out this candle and let it smoulder, for it is just artificial light reflecting upon the face of my own moons and if I must kill these feelings to be a better world for my bear, then so be it. This. Is true healing.

just wanted to say WOW i can totally see this as an epic rap/spoken word!!!

We are the song you hear late in the night.

The dream, the horizon, the first morning's light.

We are the countless souls long and lost.

The many who lie below winter's frost.

We by the many are the good and bad.

The ghost of a ghost of a thought you once had.

The song that you hear is uniquely yours.

But we hear it too, and sing every score

The song that you whisper when you're all alone

Is a ballad to be played when you return home.

We cry out as we wait for every one

Our siblings, our friends, each daughter and son.

We know that you may think that death if the end

But we're here to tell you: come home my friend.

crying

(hrm unsure of how to turn this junk into a real song but)(guess what inspired this XD XD)

Why do I toss and turn?
Why does my stomach churn?
I'm so tired I can't count sheep
But I can't get to sleep
Why won't my eyes stay shut?
I'm warm and safe, all wrapped up
I'm starting to realize what it means,
Why I can't catch any dreams:

(chorus)
Cause everything's awake around me
I can't keep up, I'm getting drowsy
I run the race, I move my feet
But now I can't get to sleep

My eyes are red and dry by now
My pupils are so stiff and round
The bed is warm, my belly's full
Why can't I get comfortable?
This goes on until 1 AM
Then 3 to 4, then the sun creeps in
Until I can't stand it anymore
I go outside and run some more

(chorus)

(bridge)
But my feet are getting slow
I'm not sure where to go
I stumble into your arms?

I'm sick of trying to live two lives
Can't wake up in the day, can't fall asleep at night
Guess I'm on the wrong side of the planet
Can't get up early enough to win the way I planned it
I keep rewatching my day
Locked in my head, can't escape
But even if I fail the test,
At least then I can get some rest…

(sorry to take up the page)
Dear anxiety,
Please tell me your secrets!
How do you suffocate me and at the same time make me hyperventilate?
How do you keep me awake by dragging at my eyelids?
You make me fall to my death while glued to the ground
I'm frozen, but I'm forced to turn and look
Dear anxiety,
You're such a good liar, I almost thought you weren't
Lied, "A serial killer is watching you sleep."
Lied, "Don't close your eyes, they'll pounce!"
You keep me twitching my fingers in an attempt to move
You make me fall silent with every sound
Dear anxiety,
I love how you can turn harmless words into threats
I'm not moving it out of sight, I'm killing it
I'm not closing my eyes, I'm making myself blind
You croon, "TERRORTERRORTERROR"
You point to where the blankets really are moving…
Dear anxiety,
please stop.
If my heart skips one more beat, I'll implode
If I endure one more night of staring and being stared at, I'll be crushed into bloody chunks
Stop making everything seem alive
Or I'll die

(I have written a smol, simple thing because of something I realized)

I Built A Wall

I built a wall between us
I didn’t mean to, but I did.
It started every time you didn’t hear
Anything I said.

It isn’t hard to understand
You made the space, I filled it up
I built myself a barricade
And I can’t see over the top.

I can’t really talk to you anymore
I won’t always be there
But you had your chance to listen
It’s my turn not to care.

I came to see you last night,
but I guess you wouldn't know
or maybe you do
Can you see me
way up there,
are you looking over me from up above
or are you still beside me
like you always are…were
Or maybe you not here at all
Yeah, maybe you're the breeze that carries a hurricane
across the sea, no if anything you'd be the storm
crashing into peoples lives messing them up
but you'd also be the sun the shines the next day
and the grass that's still growing underneath
Yeah, that's more you,
At least I hope it is.

“What’s the meaning of life?”
She asks me one day,
Like I’d know the answer.
I told her,
“Life is different for everyone,
There may be endless answers.”
I look inside myself for the answer…
What is the meaning of life?
Even if it’s just the answer for me,
I need to know.
I’ve traveled inside myself,
Seen the deepest of love
The deepest of hate has
Erased.
Replaced.
Rephrased.
Find your own path.
The meaning of life is…
What?
Did you think I’d actually spoil it?

now read it from bottom to top.

Fair, I'm not perfect. I tried.

W o a h…
My brain… how did you do that? xD

W o a h…
My brain… how did you do that? xD

My dude, you just gotta vibe out a poem from in your heart