Doubtful, Unwanted
What if
No, but what if
They don't care
And what if
Listen, what if
Seriously
What if
Right behind their smiling faces
Glaring right at you behind those eyes
They actually
Hate you?
Don't deny it
No, don't deny it
You know they do
You know they have every possible reason to
They know you're weird
They think you're…'strange'
They say, just when you're not around,
That you're such a freak
They even know you don't have any other friends
You don't deserve to be around them
You don't belong to them
You don't fit in with any of them
Not a single one
You're alone
A lonely loner
Poor little thing
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This one isn't perfect
I wrote this on recycled paper
Recycled paper for a recycled soul
Recycled people, recycled trees
Recycled fire 'cause it's recycled coal
How have you been?
How have you been?
Where have you been?
How are you?
I wrote this with a dull pencil
Dull pencil writing down dull cries
Dull colors go with duller music
Dull mouths speaking more dull lies
How have you been?
How have you been?
Who have you been?
How are you?
I rubbed this out with a used-up eraser
Used-up eraser for used-up thoughts
Used-up voice sings used-up songs
Used-up names in a used-up plot
How have you been?
How have you been?
What have you been?
How are you?
I read this with too tired eyes
Tired eyes for tired hearts
Tired dreams, tired of feeling
Tired robots with tired parts
Those are sooooooooo good!!!!!! ~v~
I love them, especially the bit about doubting whether people really like you or not, I can relate!
i really like the last one
I walk down the hall
Slinking against the wall
Till my eye catches a glint
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d walk a mile for the knowing smirk on his face
Brown dancing eyes
That meet mine and I feel my cheeks flame
Briefly
I squeak out words and he cocks his head,
Surprised
He whispers a mellow response
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d sing a million songs for the fire in his eyes
Graceful, slim hips
I slip a note in his locker
He probably thinks that
I know too much
Fleeting glances
Tell me that
He likes to whistle in the hallway
His eyes twinkle when he talks
The quiet knowledge surrounds him
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d write a thousand stories to hold his hand
I’ve waited the whole school year to grasp
The affection in words
And now I have it
Irrevocable
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d trade ten lifetimes to kiss his perfect lips.
I walk down the hall
Slinking against the wall
Till my eye catches a glint
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d walk a mile for the knowing smirk on his face
Brown dancing eyes
That meet mine and I feel my cheeks flame
Briefly
I squeak out words and he cocks his head,
Surprised
He whispers a mellow response
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d sing a million songs for the fire in his eyes
Graceful, slim hips
I slip a note in his locker
He probably thinks that
I know too much
Fleeting glances
Tell me that
He likes to whistle in the hallway
His eyes twinkle when he talks
The quiet knowledge surrounds him
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d write a thousand stories to hold his hand
I’ve waited the whole school year to grasp
The affection in words
And now I have it
Irrevocable
The black-haired boy with the smile
I’d trade ten lifetimes to kiss his perfect lips.
I SHIP YOU AND THEODORE WITH ALL OF MY SOUL-
See the girl?
What does she hide?
Who is she really
On the inside?
Who is that man?
What does he want?
Why doesn't he let people see him from the front?
If we all hide
Who we really are,
Then why does it matter
What we show to them?
They don't see us.
They just flee us.
The few.
The hidden.
The Strange.
Wow, that's pretty deep and amazingly written!
I am Broken
I am a Girl
I am beaten and bruised
I will crumble
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
Nonetheless, I know
I know, I know
My Heart is Glass, still and cold
Filled with Fallen Leaves and Secrets of Old
I shattered my Heart
Shards were
Rending my Insides
Tearing
Ripping
Cutting
I’ll never know
What I could be
Who I could be
Instead
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
I hurt those around me with the Shards
Of my Heart
I fall and I fall
Until I land on a Floor
Of my shattered Heart
They were
Rending my insides
Tearing
Ripping
Cutting
I break and I shatter and
I will freeze in the Ice and the Snow
I hurt Loved Ones and Friends
I will hurt you
You? Who are YOU?
You are me. You are hurt because
I SHATTERED MY HEART
SHARDS REND MY INSIDES
TEARING RIPPING CUTTING
I AM A GIRL OF
ICE
AND OF
SNOW
that was intense! I love it!
the family brooklyn
he loves brooklyn.
it’s his city, his hometown, and he will stop at nothing to defend it.
it’s the rich smell of mole poblano, wafting past the two muggers lying in the alleyways
carrying past the wet garbage cans and the concrete buildings, past the stars and into the night.
it’s the PO box behind the house, watched over by a woman with a vein of pure iron in her spine
filled with teddy bears and envelopes and food still warm from the oven.
it’s the view of the Bridge from a darkened rooftop, ice-cold rain pouring down
the parade of colorful umbrellas and glittering ocean waves painting a pretty picture below
it’s the parking lot filled with police officers, strands of webbing floating from the roof
and a smaller boy with blood dripping from his mouth and stubborn written upon the jut of his chin
telling him that when trouble’s got you by the throat and refuses to let go
they’re going to stop at nothing to defend him
this is the family brooklyn, and they are here to help.
this is based off of a fanfiction… guess which fandom!
WOW these are super amazing and now i wanna write more poems thanks for inspiring me goSH
anyway here's an old one i wrote at like 2am lemme know if u guys get it
I am a wheel
The spokes of my heart
They roll, they feel
They touch the art
Madness could never overcome me
I'm not spinning in the direction you think
A gentle nudge is all I require
Look at me, I'm a wheel on fire
Am i contagious?
Am i dangerous?
Well it depends on who you ask
I am a wheel with no tracks
I cross roads with no direction
I find my way, don't need correction
Look at me
Look at me
I am a wheel on fire
I am a wheel with no tracks
Look at me
Look at me
Unconsciousness is not voluntary
I am a wheel
And i am asleep
that's so good! nice analogy
I'm sorry if this sucks
I'm Trying
I've used to believe I was worthless
that I truly didn't matter
and no matter how many friends stayed the night
and no matter how much they told me I was loved
I felt like a burden they shouldered only to be polite
This feeling lasted with me through out the years
I held it close a secret that I knew would never be shared
but somewhere along the way while I lied and smiled saying I was fine
I started to believe the things my friends had been telling me all along
and I started to finally see in me the light that they had always seen
And I know that i'm not there yet
but I'm trying and I think that this time
I might just be alright
That's beautiful.
I think I'm starting to have some of those doubts too, tbh.
That's beautiful.
I think I'm starting to have some of those doubts too, tbh.
Thank you and your "Things I Wish my Teachers knew" poem is amazing and I completely relate to it. Also seeing all the nice comments you post on people's stuff, I believe you are awesome.
I cannot stand the silence
The booming silence pounding at my head.
Where’s the laughter, the voices
The footsteps
It’s all getting softer
I’m deaf to the sound of living
But I can hear the silence.
It’s not fair
They don’t hear the silence
I want to be like them
Because
I cannot stand the silence.
YAY TO ALL OF YOU I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE POEMS
rainbow
i choose to love.
i choose to love my future spouse and my forever God.
it does not matter, the difference.
why do some, who have never felt that light of the rainbow, choose to tell me who i can love?
the light of knowing that i can love whoever i want, no matter their gender.
the light of a loving God, who has accepted me as his child and will love me no matter what.
and yet, i am not a true bisexual, a true Christian
for knowing that light is light is light.
oh look here's another poem surprise!
Stars
Brilliant balls of light
Shining stunningly as if they were the sun
They are the keepers of Never land and Lost boys
Their light guided those before us
They've been here since the beginning of time itself
Still gracing us with their radiant presence
So if you ever feel as though you've been lost to the dark
remember it takes a special kind of darkness to really see the stars
Those are both beautiful! I'm totally with you on that, writingale (btw is there anything you'd like me to call you?). I'm here for you if you need it.
And @justa_ghost (same question), that was really uplifting and I feel like a lot of people need that right now.
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Those are both beautiful! I'm totally with you on that, writingale (btw is there anything you'd like me to call you?). I'm here for you if you need it.
And @justa_ghost (same question), that was really uplifting and I feel like a lot of people need that right now.
💛 💛
You can call me Belle if you want and thank you :) You seem like a really sweet person @Ravens-loves-you!
Those are both beautiful! I'm totally with you on that, writingale (btw is there anything you'd like me to call you?). I'm here for you if you need it.
Just Gale is fine, and thank you!
@WritingGale Your poem is beautiful and I agree with it so much.
You can call me Belle if you want and thank you :) You seem like a really sweet person @Ravens-loves-you!
alrighty then! Awww thanks so much <3
Just Gale is fine, and thank you!
okay! You're welcome! <3
