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

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(Here’s another scramble of words—)

Monochromic

The sharpest words will cut your insides,
Your weakest parts of golden pride,
Is the sign of ever blinding cold light.

…

All the pain inside,
They are making all my breathes fade away.
Without a sign,
There’s not a way to see the light of day.

With words that aren’t so colorful,
A healing touch is what I need and crave for.

A dream that ends with someone’s life,
A scenery of black and white,
Is there some way for me,
To wake up and feel alive?

A nightmare scene that’s so surreal,
Yet unprovoked and so unreal,
Can someone pull me from
My misery in this ordeal?

I’ve waited for so long,
Within the dust and fog…

And in the end, the night will pass by,
A curse to live, a cure to die,
There’s only me,
The day, the damned night.

To be kept away,
From the ever lying world I see,
I want to dream
A dream to break me free.

Within a world of black and white,
Tell me the truth you keep inside of your eyes.

A dream to end the brink of day,
A nightmare passed and gone away,
There’s no one here inside
Yet my life, it feels right.

An empty husk of what’s to be,
A fragile soul you ought to see,
There’s no one left behind
Besides him, the old me.

The clock will chime the night away,
So rest, it’s fine, you’ll wake someday
There’s no right path in sight
Yet I know there’s a way.

Within my dream with lack of light,
There’s always something there to find,
This wicked path of mine
In one day, will shine bright.

Don’t leave me here alone,
I need someone to hold…

It’s your kiss that brought me to life,
It’s your eyes that made me want to strife.
It’s your voice that painted my life,
It’s you who I’ve lost…

…

“I…… m…i…s…s…… y… o… u….”

…

The softest words I want to hear,
They’re given just to disappear,
Who made me have this curse,
Imprinted within me.

I want the clock to stop its time,
I want my ears to hear no chime,
I want to see the world,
As colorful and as bright…

How cruel could fate be,
To part us, you and me?

A life that lacks its shine,
Is better off to d—

From the Horizon

Stormy skies collide with our uncertain tides
Emotions come in waves, hitting us side by side
The thunderstorms roar loud with nowhere to hide
Amidst the rain, hidden a gem of a broken child

A body so frail, set sail, pale lips and tired eyes
Months past, years last, but hopes of a different kind
Cold air, chilly winds, and no stars to be found
On this crooked boat, there’s no sign of close grounds

The seas call to me, a sign of life I have yet to see
The skies, they roar at me, a song of hope for the wannabes
The ground glares at me, a home I miss here so dearly
The time when life was fine wasn’t just art, it was masterpiece

And to stand firm,

For your ground may shake without any warnings
There’s not a second chance for any of us in what we call as ‘living’
There’s only now, there’s only then, a time that has past
If you want your future to change, today would be a great chance.

Lost astray within your own seas,
There’s no ground, no safe place to be.
From the skies, our lives look so tiny.
Wonder how we came to be… ourselves.

Dust and rocks in hand, there’s no limit to our lives
We live as human beings, our final point is only the sky
You look up, you aim up, your hopes you keep high
‘Cause in the end whether you win or lose, at least you know you have tried

There’s nothing wrong with a dreamer, there’s nothing wrong with you
You’re an individual just like anybody else around you
Though the rich ones will stay high, yet the low ones end up so low
But in the end we all end up somewhere six feet below

The time, you have, no one knows how long it may be
You may live a hundred years or you could die somewhere free
The clock of life is ticking and it’ll leave you behind
So make a run for it, I’m sure that you will make it in time

You can’t bring what you’ve gathered up with you when you die
There’re only memories and diaries that may be left behind
The horizon is so far yet it’s still so near
Our distances may be far but still there’s nothing to fear… I just hope you’re here.

Lost astray within your own seas,
There’s no ground, no safe place to be.
From the skies, our lives look so tiny.
Wonder how we came to be… ourselves.

not quite a poem. but I needed someone to read it. so here.
this is from a few weeks ago, and the backstory is that every time I really get into a suicidal episode I write a suicide note. I have a collection. here's that one.
and obviously, trigger warning.
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4.30.20, 7:06 PM

I guess if you’re reading this it means I really went through with it, huh? I finally got over myself and did it. I finally killed myself.
In the movies, this would be the part where I apologize to everyone I’ve hurt by finally submitting to the thing in my mind that tells me I deserve to die. But I’m not sorry. If I believed in Heaven, I’m sure I’d be up there right now– Or more likely, down below in hell– cheering because I finally escaped. I did it. I got out.
I’ve dreamed of this since fifth grade. Finally getting the nerve to end this shithole of a life I have. And nothing anybody has said has made me feel the slightest bit better. Sure, people text me, people ask if I’m okay. But when we really think about it, what good does that do? Do we really expect each other to suddenly open up and admit they’re so far from okay they don’t even remember what it’s like to be happy anymore?
When people ask if I’m okay, I say yes, of course, I’m fine. The meds are great, they make me numb to the numbness. I haven’t cut myself in months! Oh, recovery, it’s lovely. At least, it always sounds like it is.
I have opened up to people before. But is there really any right thing to say? I’ve heard all the repeated phrases. I’ve heard “I love you,” “I’d miss you so much” and “please stay alive.” I’ve heard “you can’t die today.” (And that one really pisses me off, because I can die today. And, if you’re reading this, I did die today. So ha.) But words don’t take away what I feel. Words don’t take away the headaches and the buzzing in the back of my mind and the way my mouth practically waters when I picture putting a gun against my head and pulling the trigger. Words don’t help anybody.
Maybe they used to help me. Last spring I wrote poetry. Pages of it. I’ve always written, but last spring, around this time actually, I wrote a book of poems called Things I Can’t Say Out Loud. Funny how most of those poems were about suicide.
If you’re reading this, it means I really did it.
I’m not sure where you found me. I haven’t exactly worked that out yet. But I’m almost positive you found me in my bed, mountains of pill bottles on my desk. Probably my antidepressants from by the kitchen sink, even though Google tells me it’s hard to die from Fluoxetine. Maybe the Ibuprofen from the bathroom cabinet. And, of course, the Melatonin from the kitchen by the glasses and mugs. I could gather all those bottles in a matter of 30 seconds. And of course, though I like to act fearless, I’m more cowardly than most. So I’d simply stare at the bottles for a few minutes. Probably stack them up and down a few times. But I don’t think it’d take me long to finally open one and take everything inside.
I never wrote out a will or anything. I suppose seeing as we’re in quarantine, now would be the time to. But who would want shit of mine? I have a closet of cheap shirts that are tight around my chest but not my stomach, shorts that dig into my thighs but cover my stretch marks like the magazines say they should. I have books, a messy shelf of them in the corner of my room. I haven’t read a few. The sun always hits them so well around this time. The pages and covers glint with golden sunlight as my white walls become a light orange from the glow. I have a desk full of useless office supplies, paints, journals and trashy materials I said I’d use for a craft but never did. I have a floor length mirror where I pick myself apart every day. I have CDs I grew out of. I have a typewriter I just got this Christmas, after years of asking for one.
I have photos on my wall of me with my friends and family, smiling, happy. I remember taking them all. Rarely was I really happy. Worse are the photos when I was.
I have a small altar. My mom hates it, hates that I don’t worship The God, but rather the moon and the stars.I have a 15 dollar cell phone and I have a bright red camera that’s dead but I won’t charge it, and I have friends who will see my name in the news and weep. I have a head of short blue hair and a body with scars on the wrists and eczema on the legs and I have chapped lips that have said things they don’t mean and I have a brain that wants to die and a heart that wants to beat. But I don’t have anything that’s enough to keep me here.
So, if you’re reading this, I did it.
I commited suicide.
Maybe I am a little sorry. But I won’t admit it. I never do.
So… Goodbye, I guess.
Goodbye.

oh my
its back again
but can i just say that this is really well written?
idk that seems a bit weird to say
okay, really weird
but
there's just something about this
that makes me go
wow
every single time i read this
(granted, it's only been three times but still)

Thank you.
It's not weird. Rereading the notes after I've written them is hard, but I'm proud to have gone from that state to a better one in a few hours/nights/however long it took.

<3

yw
and yea, im proud of ya too!
<33

I…
I don’t know what to say.
I mean, I do post a lot of mildly depressive poetry on here myself but this one just clicked on me for some reason. It feels messily perfect, if that’s where I’m getting at. Like Izzy said, there’s something about it that surprises me every couple of lines. Props to you.

(I cannot believe that I haven't seen this post until right now.)

The Taste of Tears
The darkness is everlasting,
Seeming to go on forever.
I don't try to fight it or hide from it,
I embrace it and let it soak in.

I am addicted to the pain,
I enjoy the sounds of my sobs.
I love dwelling inside my tortured head,
Knowing it will destroy me.

I keep my fears bottled up in jars,
Sometimes I let them free.
Just to remind myself that I am obsessed,
Obsessed with my dark and twisted screams.

I don't know who the hell they are,
Those voices whispering to me.
They have been here for several years,
Helping me find my insanity.

I hide inside my closet,
Just breathing in the loneliness,
But don't give me your mindless pity,
I like the taste of my tears.

(This poem is mostly based off of the time when I was addicted to my depression. But I tweaked it a bit and gave it a bit more of an insanity theme. I am open to any type of feedback, I am still working on my very amateur poetry skills.)

Seeing as xanny posted something along the lines of what I would call a ‘poetic story’, I decided to post mine. I apologize if it’s not as good as my other “poems”.

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Childish Fear of Mine

I was always told that music can change people’s lives.
It had been thirteen years since I started playing the piano after all.
I should be able to confirm this.
Did I change?
…
Yes.
But not in the way the phrase may convey.

I was a fearful boy.
A shy, naive, sweet little boy.
Discovering music was my greatest and worst decision as a child.
It had been love at first sight.
Yet it had also been a poisonous sting.
I remember listening to Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.
Namely the first movement.
The slow eerie vibes it produced…?
It scared me.
It scarred me.
For weeks, maybe months, I was scared of the piano.
It sounded beautifully enticing.
I was a scared prey who wanted to touch it.
And I did.
The first piece I’ve ever played was Canon in D by good old Johann Pachelbel.
Seems like years since I played that.

There was this one time, three years ago, I stopped playing the piano.
Due to circumstances that I wasn’t able to continue at my old school, I had to change schools.
That separated me from music.
For a total of four months.
It may sound short.
But not being able to touch, to see, and to play on that piano for four months was heartbreaking for me.
I swear I was going insane.
…
I realized that music that changed me.
Not for the better, clearly not for the worse.
I’ve realized that I couldn’t live without it.
It’s something close to my soul.
My escape from reality.
My tranquility.

I have grown from that.
I no longer want it to be in my life.
I need it in my life.
At first, I was afraid of the music.
Now, I was afraid of the silence.
The dead and cold silence.

As a science and maths student, I had to enter laboratories at times.
Guess how that went.
A silent, quiet, cold room.
It was my nightmare.
Since then I’ve always brought friends with me when I do these experiments.
And my best friend understands me.
He knew about my situation.
He was my savior at times.

…

Did you know that music can express emotions deeper than words can?
Sometimes…
Words just won’t express how you are feeling.
Yet the strings do.
The keys do convey.
Sometimes…
Audible yet meaningless sounds hold the most meaningful messages.
Do you know why that is…?
Because sounds can’t lie.

The chaos of the world is deafening.
Yet the silence amidst it all is quite… soothing.
Even though there is no sound.
Even though that is my fear.
Sometimes being afraid could be the best choice.

Do me a favor.
Close your eyes.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Do this for a couple of seconds…

…

Did you hear it…?
The chaos beating in your heart which is being covered with in the harmony of your mind…?
The melodies that your body plays.
The rhythm of the beats, the tone of yours.
The serenade and the orchestra your body is playing, carried on by the blood coursing through your veins.
The musicians in your body.
They’re keeping you alive.
They’re doing their best to keep your conscience alive with their music and sounds.
Once silence arrives, well…
We all know where the sounds will go.
The last sound we all hear is the soft cry from our beloved one.

Do you believe…
That music can change your life?

Oh my god
Why do yall write so good
(Sorry Mir, I know you hate anime, but I promise this is just a one-time thing in this thread)
Okay but Altrince that lowkey gave my Your Lie In April vibes
{okay anime talk is done}
n e ways, i am like
stunned by how good both of you two's writing is
like
especially altrince's
idek how to explain it
theres just something about it

Thank you Izzy~! ;w;

yw!

(I’m like… 97% certain that I was either high or drunk or both when I wrote this but…)

Rain and Flames

Soaring through the skies ever blue
Washed away the sadness that I hold
Looking down I subtly saw you
Held inside our stories unfold

Soaring down I see under you
There the sea it calls for me too
But I can’t for I will just drown
Deeper down, that I should be…
Under the seas.
.
.
.
Rainy days have fallen down,
Turned my smile into a frown.
There’s no need for help at all,
For I was built to fall.

If my heart inside it can’t contain,
Then myself is who to blame.
There’s no need to call for help,
For I the one who fell.

Cocooned inside a dream,
There’s a scene hidden somewhere down.
Somewhere below ground.

That I cannot see,
That I only feel,
Is there a chance for life?

The puddles on the ground,
Like a trap we avoid them.
Afraid to get wet.

But sometimes the stains,
They just do remain,
Even if you avoid they will keep you restrained.
.
.
.
Rainy days have gone away,
Turned the page another day.
Life’s gone on without a change,
But I love it this way.

There’s a dream I had before,
Long ago beneath the floor.
I had lived below the seas,
Where my heart should be.

While looking at the ground,
You would see that the rain,
Has reflected all the colors
Trying to drive off your pain.

But the pain that you have,
Isn’t one hard to cure.
You just need to live a life,
So pure yet impure.

Right now I’m a human,
For today and tomorrow too.
And yes, that is true.

It’s enough for me,
For just me to see,
That everyone take different breathers and live longingly.

So, the fact that you’re human,
Proves to me so clearly,
That your blood is like mine.

Colored red inside,
Yet corrupted mind,
I believe we’re all the same if we opened our minds.
.
.
.
Destiny getting in your way.
There’s no light, no sign of day.
You are lost but are you brave enough…
Do you want to leave?

“Do you want to live…?”
.
.
.
If there’s ever a time
When you feel you’re burned out,
Lay down and rest now.

There’s no good for you
Even if you force it through,
You’ll end up burning soon.

And the pain within rain
Hitting deeper than the flames will do,
Your life continues.

As the ashes fly,
As the rains collide…

You know, you are human too,
You just hate being one that’s all,
But yet no can do.

You’re too kind to die,
You’re too sweet to lie,
Yourself I’ll care for life.

So for now until the rain
And the storms will finally clear,
Promise to me dear.

That you’ll live your life,
Colorful and bright,
Just like the streaks after the rain atop of the sky.

all of this stuff is so great, honestly you guys are so talented!!

I've got two, neither one has a name, but here they are:

Just once
for dreams and memories not to exist
and for us to just
be.
It sounds so simple
so why is it a dream in itself for most
and for the fortunate
a memory?

Why must I sit
dreaming
about someone else's memory?

. . .

I can feel the music coursing through my veins
but I can't see anything
my body is a cage
and I have no key
but oh how I want to
to get up
and drift across the earth
with only the stars to content
There's just so much potential
So many things to be done
I cant do them all
Will someone else do them for me?
Or will they drown with my demise
and stay in the deep dark
resting next to me
Once I've left my cage?

How Have You Been?
(Inspired by ’Letter to my Past’ by @IriDes)

Am I right…
To say that you’re still tired?
The world outside isn’t being so kind?

At night,
You’re still awakened by…
The nightmares that are in your mind?

After all,
We all must be so tired.
We all are fighting our own fights.

And I,
Want you to know that I…
Wish deeply that you will be fine.

Could I at least be here for you, smile for you, cry with you?
Could I ever see your eyes, shining bright, like that time?
Could you and I, smile through the night?
Let all the nightmares fade with the sky?

Could I ever pay you back, all the times, you’ve made me smiled?
A million memories made to stay with us through time.
Inside, I wanna see you smile.
As brightly as you did that time…
Hey, have you been fine?

Someone knows,
This burden on my heart
Is way too hard to hold it alone.

But still,
I’m fighting on my own
This path I took, I came all alone.

Brightest days,
Have gone and past my eyes
For lights that shine they blind up my mind.

The nights,
Some may be cursed a fright.
Too powerless to move or fight.

Could I at least be here for you, smile for you, cry with you?
Could I at least walk with you, push you through, be there for you?
Could all our smiles, be gathered inside…
A marble of memories that won’t die.

Could you please stay here with me, play with me, smile with me?
Through times our hearts may cry, I’ll be here right by your side.
And I… still want to see you smile…
As brightly as you did that time.

“Hey, have you been fine?”

Author's Note: I refrained from posting here for the longest time due to complete discouragement, but I feel it's one of the only ways my feelings and my past are going to escape me anymore. I'll probably be posting more than just this one, but who knows. I might not be able to fight myself. I'm by no means a good poet, so prepare for the worst. Without further ado, I present to you, the place that is my mind.

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Childhood

So many things taken for granted.
My mother, my father.
Now I'm stuck here stranded.
I would give anything
if I could swing one more time
in that dusty tire swing.
If I could spend just one more night
cowering from the rain.
I just wonder how things would be different.
If my mother stayed and my dad had just listened.
Maybe I would be alright, things wouldn't hurt so much.
Live a normal life, save myself some of the blood.
But that didn't happen. Words caused my mom to get packin'.
I was all alone, without a clue as to what happened.
I thought they were coming back I didn't even know half the truth.
Another day'd gone black as I was staring at a holey roof.
Crawling in my skin like the bugs in my room.
It was a feeling I could shake. I couldn't get through.
Finding my way to my soul, replacing it slowly.
Tears falling out, a soul's sweet release.
I left. Without knowledge. Without a choice.
The pain didn't hurt the same. I saw myself in the rain.
Flung into walls with anger. Held by the throat.
Dragged by the hair. Not an inkling of hope.
That way it stayed. For years without change.
A broken childhood. And no one left to save me.
No one left to save.
I waited for someone, to turn back on the light.
For things are always fun in the dollhouse
until you say 'goodnight'.

I-
Zach-
that was amazing

nkgdlklkd
Certainly it has its own flaws
as all poems do
But it was still really good !!

Thanks, Iz.

Still no good at poetry, but it's at least helping me get out some of my Unspoken Words. This is pretty much just rambling, but here, take it.

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Little Boy

Sitting there, stuck in a tree.
He waits, smiling. Watching.
The wind passes him by.
Leaves blow gently.
They change. Green.
To brown. And then no more.
But there he remains.
A hand on the trunk.
Singing his song.
Waiting on a certain penguin
to come flying to him
and say hello.

Snow's on his shoulder
but he still stays.
Unfeeling to the cold.
Never growing old.
So naive, so young.
So stupid.
Didn't know penguins
Don't fly south for the winter.
That they stay where it's cold.
So he waited. Watching.
His smile fading. Replaced with tears.

Silly little boy.
Sitting without hope.
Knowing it's pointless.
Because he still wants
to see that penguin.
Because he knows the tears,
blood, and pain will be worth it.
Because that penguin would
make him so happy.
Just to know it exists.
And that he'll finally be free.

Okay wow
Zach you are in no means "not good" at poetry
Like,,, the raw emotion you manage to capture
that's something that i don't see very often

Holy sh…
Zach, that is some deep poetry. Like— wow. Just… a round of applause to you, that is amazing.

Thank you both.
This is honestly a great escape for me. I'm glad I managed to bring myself to do this.