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

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ALTRINCE
HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY WITH YET ANOTHER EMOTIONAL POEM
THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING BUT-

NO,
IM NOT CRYING
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I— HELLO, HI THANK YOU
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I’M CRYING,
WE’RE BOTH CRYING SO YES—

I wrote this in literally five minutes for poetry month since it was late and I didn't have a poem for today. Heavily inspired by Hozier's Shrike, but I'm actually kind of happy with it. Let me know what you think.

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Remember me, love.
Though I could not utter them,
The words hung above,
Of your holy form, like a
Body, mounted, teeth bared.

Remember me, love.
For my virtues uncounted owed,
To you. As your darkness draws
Me in, is darkness all I can give.

Remember me, love.
For your warmth gave me life,
Like your scorn made my breath,
The last. I cannot shout,
If a whisper is all you need.

Remember me, love.
When you leave, your glorious
Thorn will leave my heart
And as the prey you have made me,
I will not stop the blood that pours.

jesus christ
i love it

wrote a short abstract poem about my synesthesia :)

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i feel the noise
pour onto my hands
smelling sweet, like the sound of your voice
and tasting like the ground i stand on

strikes of thunder tasting sour
rainbows dripping from my eyes
ringing noise goes down my throat
and endless pitfall of nonsense

letting myself go insane
the images of strawberries resting snug on my tongue
unsettled impulses shouting back and forth
never going back again

a short h a i k u because that's the only thing my brain can come up with

italicized for ~effect~

In the end, doesn't
Blood always seem to end up
On somebody's knife?

ooh mj i like it
also salem very cool!! synesthesia is very interesting

another synesthesia poem-

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stomping feet sound like static haze
a cloud of nonsensical fog
unsure of where i am, or even who
unwanted maturity consuming me as if i were sunday dinner

screaming, shouting
tasting bitter like an unpeeled lemon
her sweetness rivaled by that fog yet again
leaving me to my useless devices

system shutting down
just to wake up mismatched
over and over,
the cycle repeats for 17 years forward

While laying by the door you came and said you loved me still. I replied that I do too and you promised to see me tomorrow. Then you went in and closed the door.
I never wanted to leave you. I do still love you so.
But, you see, I wouldn't be there tomorrow. I knew it was my time to go.
I know if you had known my plan you would have never let me go. It was my time though.
My walk off the porch was slow as my bones creaked, being so old. There were many stars in the sky, like there had been on our first adventure. We had many of those.
You always said that we would always have our adventures together. I hope you understand though.
This is one adventure I have to do alone.
I stopped t the end of the driveway and looked back. The light in your room was still on.
With a sad smile and dip of my head I whispered my last words to you….
"I love you, goodbye."
May they rest with you for all eternity, especially as you heal.

you are all insanely talented,, salem that figurative language is immaculate, and warrior that storytelling aaaaaaaa

Why
Does she have to explain how a body works
Why
Do we watch on the sidelines of people being bullied
Why
Do we over look the facts of our government's corruption.
Why
does the armed forces get away with more than the average person.
ALL I ASK IS WHY
WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL, DESTROYING MOTHER EARTH
DESTROYING THE BONDS OF NATURE
DESROYING OUR HUMANITY
Ruining the lives of children.
Why
does it seem okay for sex trafficers to get away with rape and murer while we look at the colored as an alien race. Even if we are in the land of the free
We are not free, We are in fact, corrupted in our own minds that we forget what love is, what family means, and what we are truely here for.

@PunsAndShips aaa thank you!! :D

had a wacky dream last night
wanted to remember it so i wrote a poem about it (i also might draw it soo)
this one's longer than the other poems i've written i think?? idk

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an endless maze
saturated colors covering
a senseless unease
driving me mad

beyond what we knew to be insanity
there lay a young girl
unbeknownst to the trauma all around her
and fearless in the face of imminent danger

that girl is familiar
as if i had been her in another life
oh, how i wish i had met her then
maybe then this wouldn't hurt as bad

i drive the knife into her porcelain skin
apple juice seeps from the wound
the tenderness of a child
pours from her eyes

i regret nothing
and yet i regret everything all the same

(mine are lgbtq ones)
Troy and Javelin A TRANSGENDER POEM
1 There once was a girl named Javelin
2 Who always liked the name Kavin
3 She never knew why
4 But then she found out why,
5 There once was a boy named Kavin
6 Who’s deadname is also Javelin
7 Now that He’s a boy
8 He doesnt have to toy.
9 There once was a boy named Troy
10 Who liked the name Malloy
11 He started making plans
12 To coming out as trans
13 There once was a girl named Malloy
14 Who’s deadname is also troy
15 She loves her hair in curls
16 And she loves to spin in swirls.

Kavin and Gavin a gay poem
There once was a boy named kavin
Who always liked his friend Gavin
More than a friend, maybe true love
There once was a boy named Gavin
Who always liked his friend Kavin
He never new why but then he found why.
So he told his friend Kavin
Kavin told him the same
Turns out they were both gay

What am I?

I've never questioned my body

not in the way some do

I've always been a girl

Always

but one day

someone used the world they

they meant me

and I felt strange

Like a puzzle piece clicking

like when your ears pop

and I felt like me

More me then before

if that makes sense

So now I'm here and questioning everything

I've always been…

made a poem for today's daily prompt on commaful, which was "clock"
i'm super proud of this poem so i thought i'd post it here too

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dripping wet solitude
soaking up our sorrows
losing all our air
in time's unruly grasp

we rest our head on the grass
as fireflies dance across the sky
temptation closes in
and i fall in love all over again

the world freezes around us
it's just you and me now
together, we gaze at the sky
and the past's bruises fade

"we'll finally be okay;
the stars will protect us."

"whales"

lazy day on
the sea
winding round the
bends
wishing for
something out
of my reach
a mournful call
breaching the silence
of summer
a splash
somehow graceful
yet childish
a whale

We’re going on a journey
through waters and through fog
Make me this one promise:
don’t leave behind the dog.

Our wagons are old and creaky,
we’re in for a wild ride.
But don’t leave behind the dog;
I couldn’t stand his whine

We’re scared of this new road
and we haven’t started yet
But promise me this one thing:
we won’t leave our dear pet.

Sure there are other things
and people and new friends
But I love this one young canine
and I’ll love him ‘till the end.

So you can carry on
with your money and your grime!
You keep on with your things
and I’ll keep on with mine.

We’re going on a journey
through waters and through fog
Make me this one promise:
don’t leave behind the dog.

wrote this thinking about jesus christ superstar . great movie

Here’s an edited/updated version of a poem I wrote last week or something, I think I like this one more, it feels darker

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Remember me, love.
Though I could not utter them,
Let the cries born of your acid rage,
Hang above your holy form, like
A blade. Mounted and balanced.

Remember me, love.
What I am is what you made,
For my virtues uncounted are owed,
To you. As your darkness drew me in,
Is darkness now all I can give.

Remember me, love.
For your warmth gave me life,
Like your scorn made my breath,
The last. I cannot shout,
If a whisper is what you ask.

Remember me, love.
As you leave, watch your
Thorns pull away from my heart,
And as the prey you have moulded,
I will sit as each beat drains me of life.

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Also I’m in my feels about a book so here’s something about it

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Tell me it was not love,
When his sentence to a life of torment
Lost to the devotion of a young heart.
When their souls twined with passion so ardent,
That any eyes could not tell them apart.

Tell me it was not love,
When down to the sea floor, the world shook with
Once, a rallying cry; now screaming grief.
When armies of men trained to bring him death,
Could now bring him nothing more than relief.

Tell me it was not love,
When a spirit once untouched by pain turned
Its sword not to honour, but to vengeance.
When a god denied what his name had earned,
Needing for his love to find acceptance.

Tell me it was not love,
When a lake and its god,
Were slaughtered by grief and,
When a quiver of his frame,
Would have set the world aflame.

Tell us it was not love,
When grace,
Became rage.
When duty.
Became empty.

Tell her it was not love.
The goddess who carved her son's tomb,
For a ghost who’d been left behind.
Who could bear the erasure of
HIs name but not, ever, of his love.

So, I wrote this. It's a Sicilian Tercet, or a Terza Rima, which go like aba bcb cdc etc etc

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Yesterday could have been

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the sun comes to shine yet again
like a reminder perhaps of
the yesterday that could have been

the birds sing, herald doves
with trumpet calls of praise
the yesterday wouldn't have loved

the grass is warm, the water sprays
fish scales glint in the sun
like the ones in the yesterdays

the trophies that today has won
hanging, gleaming, softly swinging
and yesterday will have but none

lying, miserable, in the shade
looking sadly 'round the glen
mourning for the yesterday

and as the moon comes once again
a reminder to all of us
of what today could have been

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