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

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Queen of Hearts

I know…
I know that I am shy
I know the things I am
Are not usual to your eyes

I see…
I can see you clear as day
I see your face whenever
I’m about to doze away

I remember that time
We were there side by side
Your scent, it caught to me
But I didn’t want to risk a thing

The thing we have between us
It’s as good as it can be
I know it’s not the perfect time
To tell you what I see…

I see my Queen in your eyes
I see my future wife
I see a picture of us there
I see our daughter in your care
Clubbing ‘til past midnight
Your Diamond ring shining bright
Could you be my Queen of Hearts
Cure the loneliness inside this Ace of Spades?

I know…
I know that you’re not ready
I know it’s not the time
To tell you all I have in mind

I swear…
I swear I will protect you
When the world starts to fall
I’ll shelter you, give it my all

I know it’s not that easy
The forget the past you’re in
Let me inside, let me provide
All of the care I care to give

There’s nothing else to it
I’m imperfect, you’re no different
So won’t you let me have chance
To show you…

I see my Queen in your eyes
I see my future wife
I see a picture of us there
I see our daughter in your care
I see the world we can draw
I see the life I’m looking for
I see the future of us two
Only if you could say the two words of “I do”

Three words but so hard to say
Nothing remains the same
But this burning in my heart
Burns stronger everyday
Cherish the things that you give
Living the best life to live
Show that it’s written in the stars
That you’re my fated, my beloved Queen of Hearts

i see you

shadows stain the walls, their eyes peering at me
i begin to wonder what it is they're seeking from me
i have nothing to give them
so there's no point in lurking close behind, right?

i hold my breath as their long, skinny hands reach for my shoulders
i don't wanna go back to the past; i don't wanna relive those awful memories
the ongoing cycle of abuse went in circles back then
get called a slur, get smacked around, receive apology gifts, repeat

nobody believes my pain anymore
nobody wants to help me
so if nobody is gonna come to my rescue,
then what's the point of asking for help?

they keep following me
everywhere i go, blaring static into my ears
i am nothing to them
so there's no point in leaving me here to suffer, right?

i've been having this really weird nightmare on repeat for the past few nights, so here's a poem i wrote about it-

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crimson stains

i walk down a lifeless grey corridor
blood is spattered on the walls
some of the dark liquid seems to be trying to form some sort of phrase
but the liquid has smeared too much to be seen as coherent

i see a small stuffed rabbit at the end of the hall
feeling sympathetic for the lost toy, i picked it up
and made a plan to find the toy's owner
before the clock chimes at 12

i see a figure in the distance
claws scratching the corridor wall as it limps towards me
i walk towards it in curiosity
"does this belong to you?"

suddenly, the creature began sprinting, the limp wearing off in a heartbeat
it grabbed the toy and began tearing it to shreds
and then it came for me
and began doing to me what it did to the stuffed rabbit

i took a deep breath and my eyes opened
i was alive and still able to move
everything was normal
and i never saw that monster again

but even so, i feel something behind me, breathing down my neck.
"are you real?"

So I'm kinda writing sonnets about the Dream SMP, here's my first one about Wilbur:

Not long ago, a land that’s rather far,
Was full of people, fighters great and strong.
Their well-read leader, armed with his guitar
He wrote an anthem, they rose up in song.
However, doom, it was sure to befall
This land of beauty, once thought safe and sound.
Betrayal came from in its very walls,
Their leader blew the whole place to the ground.
The ashes of a broken land, within,
A father, brother, husband, son, and friend
Was ended by the blade of his own kin,
He then forgot what happened ‘fore his end.
He roams the land in spirit with his sheep
As he’s returned from his eternal sleep.

I was peer pressured into posting this flips table

Butterfly kisses and paper dolls
Dreaming of flowers and sun-soaked walls
Pastel, bruises, old scars from some fall
I lost track of time

Music I can't quite hear
Paintings that imagine a certain atmosphere
A red guitar and cheerful voice, no fear
I lost track of time

Far off they dance to a different decade
Bright white ponies from a carnival parade
But I'm in a flower patch in the shade
I lost track of time

Summer as a toddler, denying books and their lessons
Oh, to be stupid in a really wise way
I want to lose track of time

I just wanna be free
Free of sexism
Free of racism
Free of being used by men
Free to voice my issues without judgement
I wanna soar into the sky, singing " Freedom is mine, "
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Let me go. Let me walk away while you wonder what could have been.
I'll make you wish that those poisonous words you spilled into my lake will never seep into rivers.
You weep over there, the plastic tears of nothing. The emty void in which you created , just to try to sink into my vast waters. Don't make me beg you to leave. You are the factory that invaded the forests and made fourishing lands wither away into nothing.
You are worse than your oil spill lies, spilling into the lungs of the innocent.
Only mother earth can seem to save you.
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((I've made these based off of heart break ))

I have no time to go through each poem individually and be in depth, but I can pull a line (or part) I liked from each.

@frances

devote yourself to a tragedy. kill yourself for satire.

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@izzyandviolins

and listen quietly
to the thoughts
that cause you
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I wanna give you a hug. I relate to this struggle.

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@KhunAltrince_would_like_hugs

I see the future of us two
Only if you could say the two words of “I do”

This punched me in the heart.

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@probablypolnareff

nobody believes my pain anymore
nobody wants to help me
so if nobody is gonna come to my rescue,
then what's the point of asking for help?

Ayo, if you ever need to talk about this or something. I'm here for you.

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@PunsAndShips

You’re a fucking cactus.

This made me cackle, thank you.

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@probablypolnareff

but even so, i feel something behind me, breathing down my neck.
"are you real?

This ending to the poem really made me smile. Like something about how ominous it was.

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@merry-crisis

He roams the land in spirit with his sheep
As he’s returned from his eternal sleep.

For one, I've never been good at sonnets, so you've already got a leg up on me there. Also, I know nothing about Dream SMP, but from an outsider perspective, I love these lines.

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@Oakley-is-Oaken-Bull

The whole thing made me feel bubbly and warm. Thank you.

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@BeetleJuice-is-Wants-to-leave-Earth

Only mother earth can seem to save you.

I love this line. High-five.

TL;DR: You're all amazing poets and keep up the great work. Seeing your works added a little colour to my day. :)

@merry-crisis

He roams the land in spirit with his sheep
As he’s returned from his eternal sleep.

For one, I've never been good at sonnets, so you've already got a leg up on me there. Also, I know nothing about Dream SMP, but from an outsider perspective, I love these lines.

Thank you! This was the first sonnet I wrote, and it absolutely made my day to hear that!

Thanks!!

hey ty <3

oh thanks!

@redwood
Thank-you!! :D :D

OH YEAH I FORGOT
I HAVE ANOTHER POEM

Conversation hearts

Never have I ever wanted to be apart of your love life, nor be apart of the past ones.
You were never true , and always texted me like you would your friends.
You are the mudball amidst the chocolate factory, always ruining lives and the love for others.
You took my titanium heart and turned it into paper and stuck me away in your crumpled up feelings.
My friends warned me that you'd hurt more, and that you're a disease that'd only spread if you took us while we were down.
How dare you. Never again mess with the hearts of anyone else.
Never again will you take feelings away and make everyone smaller than you.
Don't try to guilt trip anyone who KNOWS your the sour candy.
You can suck it up, and eat a buttercup.

collected some unifinshed thoughts from valentines day last year. please excuse the hurriedness of it and the lack of formatting.

Hunger Of Snow
By Me
Snow is here because it's below freezing
Things will come out and play Because it's no long day
I’m freezing to the bone and I’m not at home
The hunger for snow has taken over me, I’m becoming the monster of the snow
On footprints in the snow, Silence down below
bitter cold is just the glitter gold

Shin-Shin, The snow is coming
The Thin-Thin man is coming
My Skin-Skin is turning to ice
The howling of the wind
The allowing of the kind snow

Then is a different type of howling in the snow
The one that can make you start frowning
It's a wendigo or the hunger of Snow
It stands tall, thin, and it ran its hand through the snow
Its shows the dangers of selfishness, and its looks hellishness
It had no skin, only fur and the monster within.
It had a deer skull and it had symbols on its body like if it was part of a cult
It's got in my face and said these words with a smile

“Hunger is not the monster everyone thinks it is
The true monster is mankind and the ladder we all climb
Tell your kids about this story and this forest will not become glory”

In a blink of an eye, it was gone
I feel like a little faun looking in the eyes of a great minotaur
I started walking but kept falling and coughing
My guts came out, little by little, cut by cut

I woke up and was as scared as a mouse
I’m laying in the snow by my house
I didn’t know what happen that night
But I will tell this story, like if I was in a fight

well uh… people are sharing emotional poems… NOW I SHALL TRY TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD!

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What We’ve Become

I dreamed of you, someone so far away
A dream so sweet, I feel my heart start to decay
But I’m too shy to say the words I have
So I kiss the wind, hoping you’ll understand

Another dream, another time I could see you
Again so sweet, I think I’m falling deeper too
But I’m too shy, I couldn’t say it this time
And because your lips are not yet on mine

I love all the things we have become
I love that I am your moon, and you are my sun
I love all the things we share in life
The silly things you hate in yourself, but are cute in my eyes
I love all the stories that you’ve told
They all make me feel like I am finally whole
I love you with all my life
I wish I could say that eye-to-eye…

Not fast enough that I could be your first
But just enough that I could comfort your hurt
I can’t say all the things I have in mind
‘Cause we’ll have to be here for another million lives

When the nightmares come, I’ll chase them all away
The bitterness, I’ll hug you ‘til you are okay
The ups and downs, I wish to share them forever
And to kiss your lips, and to call you my lover

I love all the things we have become
I love that you don’t like kids, but still want a son
I love all the things we share in life
The little things you do that makes my eyes shine
I love all the stories that you’ve told
They all make me feel like I am finally whole
I love you with all my life
I wish I could say that eye-to-eye…

falsified memories

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a hand reaches out to me
my name written on its palm
for the world to see
and as it nearly got grip of my arm, it withered away

there was a split second
where i felt a ray of hope shine down on me
but that light soon dimmed
leaving me alone with my thoughts

i look to the locked door
trapping me in this hell
cracks in the door's hardwood begin oozing a deep crimson
and my thoughts consume

suddenly, i think back
to all of the good times i've had
and i am reminded
of my value
and of my worth

i've been saved…
…all thanks to you.

Anger in me.

It's been years

since the anxiety, depression and anger appeared

oh but the anger

I can't even remember life without the anger

festering beneath my skin making my blood simmer and boil

I've held it close for so long

I don't know who I'd be without it

The mere thought terrifies me

It's had It's claws dug in my heart far too deep

and far to long

It's tentacles are wrapped around my lungs

seeping into my veins

Like weeds I can't root out

I know It's not healthy

but the anger is who I've become

And I'm not ready to let it go.

…Minecraft Manhunt sonnet
Need I say more?

A faceless warrior, ruthless, brave, and wise,
Renowned for quickness, wit and courage strong.
And known for bringing those to their demise
Who chase him down on stretches wide and long.
O’er mountains, plains and valleys, even Hell
He always thinks so many steps ahead.
He navigates the world so very well,
When journeying to find the very end.
The anguished screams of those that he has slain
Will echo through the world for years to come.
And in the end, the ones that still remain
To his own vict’ry, they will all succumb.
Adored by millions, he will always be
The one that many strive to one day meet.

I can't stop with these damned sonnets but here's one for Eret that I wrote solely because "he told them it was never meant to be" is in iambic pentameter:

There lives a king, a figurehead at best.
When revolution called, he joined the fight.
But little did his comrades know, he’d next
Make use of buttons, paired with dynamite.
He told them it was never meant to be.
And little did he know, that single line
Would be a part of his world’s history
To be repeated ‘till the end of time.
And on this day, he lives atop a hill
Inside a castle draped with colors bright.
And even through the toughest times, he will
Sit on his throne and keep his head held high.
He curates a museum that doth hold
Those artifacts whose stories must be told.

And then that wasn't enough for me, so I spent a study hall writing one for Tales from the SMP, I'm most proud of the last two lines for this one:
There is a man, a traveler through time.
His great adventures, readers may know well.
He has a special book, and you may find
His journal does hold all his tales to tell.
From villages, the West, and masquerades,
To his adventures, nothing can compare.
And each and every time one turns a page,
The words he’s written almost take you there.
The world is always eager to lay eyes
Upon his latest tale, and what it holds.
In each new story, new adventures lie
And each adventure has much to behold.
Dear readers, if you have the chance, do look
Inside that purple, spiral-patterned book.

A Matter of Time

It might’ve been fate…
It might’ve been luck…
It might’ve been love…
It would have been enough.

If I could live in this moment,
Forever staring right into your eyes.
You shook your head and you ran away,
And for that I apologize.

I want to make up, for the times,
I made you feel dead, yet feel so alive.
Your heart could you give it…
To someone you despise?

One, I never know when I will die
Tomorrow might be my last day alive.

Two, I’ve never met someone so
Amazing, I’ll trade everything for your soul.
Stay alive.

Three, I’ll love you til I die.
‘Cause God knows forever’s too short,
For the love of your life.

Four, I feel so alone.
Whenever you’re gone, I’m all up on my own.
I need you, I want you, I feel you, I crave you.
Is that too much to ask your broken soul…?

Five, I am leaving soon.
My body grows weaker with every new breath that I take.
Take care of my daughter, if she will grow up,
To marry your son, that would be enough.

Six, I don’t know when I will return,
I can’t attend the wedding, I can’t give her my blessings.
I want to wake up some day, feel your touch against my skin.
The only thing I feel is the burden of my sins and—

Seven, I leave this soul broken.
Bury me somewhere where my body can’t be taken.
I’ve lost enough, I cannot lose again.
Promise me you’ll visit whenever you can…

Eight…
I feel the pain as the battlefield falls silent.
I’ve killed a hundred men, all of them were part of the innocent.
I chased a dream, the spark I turned into a flame.
I wanted the glory, I wanted history to know my name.
And yet— the silence consumes.
It eats away at those who were shot, and the ones who did shoot.
The last scent that I got was of bloodshed and white sage.
My brother laid beside me, half alive, and half dead.
But I fought… I fought until my lungs gave away,
I want to be with you, for at least one more day…
And yet… my wish was never answered,
What God granted me was a bullet through my shoulder and another…
Through between my blue eyes.
The ones you used to stare into with those damn glassy eyes.
…
My body lays at rest at its end,
My body lays behind the church you visit on the weekends…
I miss you already, but it’s a matter of time,
I promise, we’ll meet again in another life…