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:0 I love it!! It's absolutely beautiful, dusty! <333
:0 I love it!! It's absolutely beautiful, dusty! <333
Eee >///< ty!
i love how 'she' is always capitalized!
i love how 'she' is always capitalized!
^^^^
We are lost souls in a lost place
that told us it had answers.
Oh,
Heartbreak city,
Tell me how it was once,
before we took over our own minds
with pain we created
Whisper to me as the rain falls
Write me letters in the old cracked cement
And promise me
this is home.
11.10.20
i love how 'she' is always capitalized!
^^^^
Thank-you! I wanted to add a feeling of reverence to the poem and I think that did it lol
You, i never knew that you would be the one id meet on the first day of the first biggest step into life. By that time i only knew so little about you , and i didnt know much else other than how passionate you were about the things you truly loved. I didnt know how i felt about you, you looked so much like an obstacle i could never really face alone. But somehow i got to know more and more about you, little by little. Passing on notes in class to not get in trouble for talking. I never really noticed anything else people said about you because i got to know you before the obnoxious chatter from others, causing me to feel like i could just scream but no one could hear me. I felt like i could open more of my box to you bit by bit slowly tearing the triple layers of tape exposing more and more of myself to you, sometimes ripping faster than i wanted it to. slowly but surely it opened more and more until you find another box decorated with different colors and words you’ve never seen before or for good while.you look up at me with your ocean eyes and hold me close to you..as i slowly nuzzle my head into your shoulder, i suddenly feel something spark inside, but i don't know what it was because it was so fast, its like it never happened.
You decided to keep holding me like it was your job, everytime i opened the little box more and more you saw more and more of what i was or what i used to be. Slowly i surely started to put the box down and sit in a darker corner, listening to the voices in wind like whispers , blow into my ear a cold unwelcoming breeze of things i wish i could just scream STOP at, then there's you, sitting next to me, swatting them away and holding my hand in yours , feeling how cold and dead i felt. Then i look into your ocean eyes again. And i fall into those beautiful pools. This time lightning and thunder go off in my chest and it lingers for only a moment then its gone again. Then the tide washes in the worst wreck of all, causing darker clouds to form inside my head making the rain fall out of my eyes as if someone left the sink running for too long.
It has some spelling errors due to me writing it in like 6th grade but here you go!
@SpookyXans-the-moon Nice work! Short but sweet is my favorite kind of poem XD The pacing/rhythm feels really nice too!
Whisper to me as the rain falls
Write me letters in the old cracked cement
And promise me
this is home.
This, by far my favourite part if the poem. If you had told me that just this was the poem, I would've loved it still, but the addition of symbolism and imagery in the other lines really sells it home for me. I love the overall dreary and regretful tone of the poem. Great job. <3
@SpookyXans-the-moon Nice work! Short but sweet is my favorite kind of poem XD The pacing/rhythm feels really nice too!
Thank you!!
Whisper to me as the rain falls
Write me letters in the old cracked cement
And promise me
this is home.This, by far my favourite part if the poem. If you had told me that just this was the poem, I would've loved it still, but the addition of symbolism and imagery in the other lines really sells it home for me. I love the overall dreary and regretful tone of the poem. Great job. <3
yooo awesome!! Thank you!
Of course, dear. ♥
@BeetleJuice-Is-My-spirit-Animal- I like the unconventional format of your poem! Old or not, I think it's pretty good XD Keep it up!
Thank you! I have more, but majority of them are depressing and from middle school.
Haha well if you feel like sharing more, I'd love to read them!
This is lovely, everyone sharing their awesome poetry~ :D
!HELP WANTED!
Help needed to help a girl back to who she is! Send out people who will support her for a worthy enough cause to bring her back to her sanity! Volunteer for free to help with this lost soul on their road to satin’s dungeon!
Help needed for the guy next door! He wanted to help her but she left him in the hole of his unwanted nightmares that he threw there for years, but now he has been pushed to face them alone….HELP COME BE HIS SAVING GRACE NOW WITH NO PAY BACK because help should be for free not with a price tag!
Help wanted at your local school! Help teens feel wanted instead of thinking scars will be their friends, help them believe in the second chances! Help give your hands up against their unwanted lost boys/girls. >> Another one that is REALLY old. Most of these are prompts from when I was in SLAM poetry.
Interesting.. I'm not sure what it is about it, but it's really making me think without access to my thoughts. If that makes sense. So like, it's lingering in my brain and making me think, but I don't know what I'm thinking about.
But either way, well done.
It was an Ad prompt. and I was really depressed. But thank you!!
Ah, I'm not too good with writing poetry with prompts, so good on ya.
Either way, I'll share a thing I wrote tomorrow maybe.. or maybe the day after. Who knows?
@BeetleJuice-Is-My-spirit-Animal- I really like it! "Distressed whirlwind of words" (as I like to call it) is my favorite aesthetic when it comes to poetry lol.
Half the time I just write whatever I feel I have one where I was so heart broken and needed something to say. Here lemme just……
* WHAT IS LOVE?
what is love really…to me its something that someone uses until worn out like a candle with a small fuse…it goes out quicker than someone's life…making them feel as if no one knows how to control that little fire before it goes out……its something that everyone thinks they know they have until nothing is there…only but loneliness who meets you at every turn…its as easy to find as
hope…but its hard to find it if there is none……its that one diamond in the rough that can’t be found , only is a mirage , seen but never real……But soon there is the answer to the SOS sent out and ive been found…a new life…but within it are the choices that can turn into a wild fire if not handled right…it could be a disaster…it could be your own gravestone carved with only the words that haunt you “you’re not good enough”, “you don’t deserve to be loved”…it haunts you until you become a lost soul never knowing what you’re truly looking for, and once you find it, either someone has it or its already been too late, cause you’re only a memory of something that couldn’t be…something that couldn’t be found, something that is found but can’t have or even touch, or even feel……its like the black hole sucking in anything that seems happy or even lovable and takes it away forever, leaving you as alone as the one constellation that was never named and left alone as another pair of stars in the universe*
Enjoy~
It's amazing how much a struggled to read this due to the bold. But I'm sure that's just a me thing.
Anywhoodle, I liked it, Bee. The symbolism was good, especially at the end with this line:
leaving you as alone as the one constellation that was never named and left alone as another pair of stars in the universe
That line was my favourite. Awesome job, keep up the beautiful work.
Thank you. You can kinda tell I was pissed off lol
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