forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

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

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^^ Whenever I see poetry, it's like a little piece of yourself that I get to see. It's a dream to be able to look at this page and see people really putting themselves out there for strangers like me

As someone who has posted here, thank you.
and I agree.

I'm telling you because I have nobody else to tell
I did something horrible, made a mistake
Now I wish I was at the bottom of a well.

These days it's so much worse when you fall,
Everyone thinks you're the worst
Everyone thinks they know what happened when they don't at all.

I want to feel safe, but there's no road to turn down
I've already marked the fine ones with my footprints
And now I wish I could drown.

God, please, send me a miracle,
This all seems funny to you!
It's hilarious that my destruction is lyrical

Isn't all this some sick joke to you?
I'm in mortal danger,
And for one tiny miracle, you can't pull through.

Now my time is over, yes, now I must go.
Don't worry you'll see this face again
But only when I overthrow.

Skateboards and fancy hallways
Of gold ornate hotels
One too many lonely days
One too many tells

Colder in the summertime
We want what we can’t have
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live.

Melted tires by the gas station
Left many years ago
Ever building up frustration
And so much left to go

Taking in the fact that I
Only ever give
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live

Skateboards and fancy hallways
Of gold ornate hotels
One too many lonely days
One too many tells

Colder in the summertime
We want what we can’t have
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live.

Melted tires by the gas station
Left many years ago
Ever building up frustration
And so much left to go

Taking in the fact that I
Only ever give
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live

this is summertime depression. This is what it is. I can literally see this exact thing. You portrayed it beautifully.

Just one fuck up.
The world feels strange.
Drink from a tainted cup.
Didn't want it to change.
It felt so abrupt.
Can't fix or rearrange.
Again it's corrupt.
No better exchange.

Skateboards and fancy hallways
Of gold ornate hotels
One too many lonely days
One too many tells

Colder in the summertime
We want what we can’t have
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live.

Melted tires by the gas station
Left many years ago
Ever building up frustration
And so much left to go

Taking in the fact that I
Only ever give
I don’t exactly want to die
But I don’t want to live

this is summertime depression. This is what it is. I can literally see this exact thing. You portrayed it beautifully.

That exactly what It’s about I’m so glad someone got it

Waffle cones filled to the brim with beer
I guess it isn't so bad being here.

Vodka mixed with orange juice,
So powerful, I feel like Zeus.

Hit me with another glass,
We don't care, it tastes like ass.

If my parents knew what was in my pack
I know they'd have a heart attack!

Pour me some more booze,
We're gonna start to cruise

When we see the sun rise
Keg stand record set again,
Someone get me the prize!
Pass me a margarita
and some loaded fries
Please and thanks, senorita.
Getting higher 'till I touch the skies.

Sneaking back in at half past two,
My parents still don't have a clue.

If you rat me out, if you tell
You'll find yourself with a nasty farewell.

(I'm fucking rambling at this point.)

Looking at the skies
has never been so lonely.
Never seemed so monotone.
Never felt so plain.

It seems that blue
is the new black.
And white has decided
to just stay the same.

All the clouds up there.
They're blocking my view.
I can hardly see anything,
I just want to see you.

So can you tell me
if you're up there?
Or do I need a shovel
so I can start digging?

This silence is
just not fair.
I'm watching planes fly by
And I know they're closer to you.

So are you ever going
to visit me down here?
Or are you just going to keep
whispering in my ear?

Because I won't wait
much longer to see you.
You brown-haired, blue-eyed
angel of mine.

(I'm fucking rambling at this point.)

Looking at the skies
has never been so lonely.
Never seemed so monotone.
Never felt so plain.

It seems that blue
is the new black.
And white has decided
to just stay the same.

All the clouds up there.
They're blocking my view.
I can hardly see anything,
I just want to see you.

So can you tell me
if you're up there?
Or do I need a shovel
so I can start digging?

This silence is
just not fair.
I'm watching planes fly by
And I know they're closer to you.

So are you ever going
to visit me down here?
Or are you just going to keep
whispering in my ear?

Because I won't wait
much longer to see you.
You brown-haired, blue-eyed
angel of mine.

I FELT this

you light me up with the sunset

What am I supposed to do when light paints you over my skin through the window,
Over lines of black where I once asked the world to love me-

You can never cover up or fill out
The jagged darkness tattooed onto my skin,
But you make me feel like I don't have to;
You make me beautiful, so I let you in.

<3 <3 that's so beautiful

you light me up with the sunset

What am I supposed to do when light paints you over my skin through the window,
Over lines of black where I once asked the world to love me-

You can never cover up or fill out
The jagged darkness tattooed onto my skin,
But you make me feel like I don't have to;
You make me beautiful, so I let you in.

Oh I love this one. so pretty

Different
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what girls are made of.

Daggers and knifes
And bright neon lights
That’s what I am made of.

Little miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating curds and whey.

Little miss Misfit
Sat on a secret
With bruised knuckles with skin scraped away.

Dead to Me
Too many times
I’ve whispered last words in your ear
And written my will in your eyes.

(rambling: part two)

~Untitled~

Dear, whoever you are.
Please just leave me alone.
You're not me, so please
stop pretending to be.

You're ruining my friendships.
You're the reason that She hates me.
You're the reason They think I'm crazy.
And they might as well be right.

I'm sitting here writing letters
to someone who isn't there.
I'm blaming it all on you
when you're probably just air.

But who is else is to blame?
It couldn't be my fault.
I would never be so cruel.
I would never be so… mean.

I suppose I should stop talking
to you. You'll never respond.
You haven't even taken the time
to introduce yourself.

That being said, a bid you
adieu. I give you a sweet
'goodbye' and a gentle 'fuck you.'
May I never see you again.

Sincerely, Me.

I feel like that's about something rather than someone

Idek if it can be considered a thing. idk man i just dunno

I like it :D

thanks :D

y'all ok so its the middle of the night but i just wrote one of my favorite poems I've ever written, turns out eight weeks of insomnia makes great poetry (not that i recommend that)

This One’s For You

This one goes out to anyone
Who’s ever been alone in a crowd,
To anyone who’s kept their mouth shut,
Afraid of being too loud.

This one’s for those who were told that they
Were too young to know who they were
To those who’ve been shot down and silenced
Forced to live in the shadows and whisper.

This one is for the longing soul
That never found a friend
This one is for anyone
Who’s wished for it all to end.

This one’s for the ones still fighting
And those afraid to be known
You are strong and you are brave
And you are not alone.

y'all ok so its the middle of the night but i just wrote one of my favorite poems I've ever written, turns out eight weeks of insomnia makes great poetry (not that i recommend that)

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