forum POEMS post 'em here my friends!

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

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I don't know what it is either. :(

um @"justa_ghost " is your username from Morph?

What's Morph?

I am appalled.

This is v funny buT! Morph is a song from Twenty One Pilot's new album "Trench". In the lyrics to the song, he sings

If I keep moving, they won't know
I'll morph to someone else
What they throw at me's too slow
I'll morph to someone else
I'm just a ghost
I'll morph to someone else
Defense mechanism mode

So that's why Bandito asks! (Bandito is another song from the album, haha)

hi guys: im kinda new but here is one i just wrote. Im still getting into writing, so my apologies.

(doesn't have a title)

My heart is
Bleeding
All over
The floor

Never been in a relationship
Never loved someone
Yet somehow books
Have become my refuge
Maybe
even
my
love

Dancing with invisible strangers can be lonely.

Yet here I go again.

life has more thorns than petals.

um @"justa_ghost " is your username from Morph?

What's Morph?

I am appalled.

This is v funny buT! Morph is a song from Twenty One Pilot's new album "Trench". In the lyrics to the song, he sings

If I keep moving, they won't know
I'll morph to someone else
What they throw at me's too slow
I'll morph to someone else
I'm just a ghost
I'll morph to someone else
Defense mechanism mode

So that's why Bandito asks! (Bandito is another song from the album, haha)

Oh that makes more sense thanks for explaining

i don't write poems about depression anymore because they make me feel shitty but i'm currently mid depression ep and i wrote one anyway

-
Cheap Red Wine
-
Mind: stricken; your arrows,

Oh, they love to bleed me out.

You kiss me grey, now I’m

Grief-stricken. Why do you love to see me

Sprawled on the filthy floor?

Why do you love to press yourself on me,

My lungs, my ribcage giving in,

Until you see me fall, see me crumble,

See me seep into the carpet

Like cheap red wine that your mama

Bought by the carton

(And then drank it all)?

Whoa…… I Love This So Much

i deadass wrote it 20 minutes ago and i feel so high i don't even think i processed it properly

The doors are closed, but I am not vacant
Circling and circling and never really hating it
Repetition is a weapon, and you're advocating it
Enabling this fable of false curiosities
Promise unfulfilled
Goddess of the ill willed
Stop this before you kill
Drop this empty pill
The doors are closed, but you are locked
Walls thicker than a rock
Concrete swallows up your feet
How quickly you admit defeat
And yet, again, you repeat
Chewing cigarettes like they're your medicine
Never really caring about your precious son
Lost in the open space because you can't find your place
Your lap is full but you're chasing
Empty pill bottles
And aneurisms
Smoked another pack for panderism
Pantheism
Find a god in everything
Idolize the poison, make him your king
But don't forget we tried to provide
And you only denied our guide

hi guys: im kinda new but here is one i just wrote. Im still getting into writing, so my apologies.

(doesn't have a title)

My heart is
Bleeding
All over
The floor

Never been in a relationship
Never loved someone
Yet somehow books
Have become my refuge
Maybe
even
my
love

Dancing with invisible strangers can be lonely.

Yet here I go again.

life has more thorns than petals.

I love it! Very relatable and well written

The doors are closed, but I am not vacant
Circling and circling and never really hating it
Repetition is a weapon, and you're advocating it
Enabling this fable of false curiosities
Promise unfulfilled
Goddess of the ill willed
Stop this before you kill
Drop this empty pill
The doors are closed, but you are locked
Walls thicker than a rock
Concrete swallows up your feet
How quickly you admit defeat
And yet, again, you repeat
Chewing cigarettes like they're your medicine
Never really caring about your precious son
Lost in the open space because you can't find your place
Your lap is full but you're chasing
Empty pill bottles
And aneurisms
Smoked another pack for panderism
Pantheism
Find a god in everything
Idolize the poison, make him your king
But don't forget we tried to provide
And you only denied our guide

Oh my god I got so lost in this poem, it’s so immersive.

The doors are closed, but I am not vacant
Circling and circling and never really hating it
Repetition is a weapon, and you're advocating it
Enabling this fable of false curiosities
Promise unfulfilled
Goddess of the ill willed
Stop this before you kill
Drop this empty pill
The doors are closed, but you are locked
Walls thicker than a rock
Concrete swallows up your feet
How quickly you admit defeat
And yet, again, you repeat
Chewing cigarettes like they're your medicine
Never really caring about your precious son
Lost in the open space because you can't find your place
Your lap is full but you're chasing
Empty pill bottles
And aneurisms
Smoked another pack for panderism
Pantheism
Find a god in everything
Idolize the poison, make him your king
But don't forget we tried to provide
And you only denied our guide

Oh my god I got so lost in this poem, it’s so immersive.

Thank you, haha!

The doors are closed, but I am not vacant
Circling and circling and never really hating it
Repetition is a weapon, and you're advocating it
Enabling this fable of false curiosities
Promise unfulfilled
Goddess of the ill willed
Stop this before you kill
Drop this empty pill
The doors are closed, but you are locked
Walls thicker than a rock
Concrete swallows up your feet
How quickly you admit defeat
And yet, again, you repeat
Chewing cigarettes like they're your medicine
Never really caring about your precious son
Lost in the open space because you can't find your place
Your lap is full but you're chasing
Empty pill bottles
And aneurisms
Smoked another pack for panderism
Pantheism
Find a god in everything
Idolize the poison, make him your king
But don't forget we tried to provide
And you only denied our guide

Oh my god I got so lost in this poem, it’s so immersive.

Thank you, haha!

it's trench

it's trench

? What do you mean

it's trench

? What do you mean

twenty one pilots
it just reminded me of nico and the niners
_{if feel bad for confusing youuu}

it's trench

? What do you mean

twenty one pilots
it just reminded me of nico and the niners
_{if feel bad for confusing youuu}

Ooohh i think i can see what you mean by that yeah

The mimes, the mimes, they fill my mind
Looking, pulling, twisting time
The mimes, the mimes, won't go away
They want me to leave
I want to stay

The mimes, the mimes, fill underneath
Below hair, behind eyes, breaking my teeth
The mimes, the mimes, they lift their hands
They never know
Just who I am

The mimes, the mimes, they express thought
Don't speak, don't say whose battle's fought
The mimes, the mimes, they're stuck in me
But they don't know
Who I can be

wow that's really cool! i like it.

There’s nothing here for me.
I’m so dead
But I feel so alive.
You know how it is.
No one else is hovering
Between Elysium and
Hell.
“Look me in the eyes.”
“Show some respect.”
“Suck it up.”
“Whatever.”
They’re so confused.
They can’t se how
The ground where I stand
Crumbles.
You know how it is.
The color of their flushed, happy cheeks
Is so similar
To the color dripping from my wrists.
Are they so blind to see that
The pure white of angel wings
And almond blossoms
Is the color
You become when your heart
Stops beating?
If I could show them
They don’t understand.
You know how it is
No,
No, you don’t know how it is.
When you scream because you’re
About to explode.
When your thoughts run together;
Rain falling on ink.
When the demons come for your mind.
You don’t know how it is.

fuck this says it so well and i'm a slut for the fact that you said elysium instead of heaven

when the world is quiet, we will have some peace.
''
Boys with smudged eyes

And sunlight dripping slick like olive oil off their teeth,

They go to bed with violets under their skin, prickling sharp,

And in the morning, find defiance in each other’s mouths:

The clutch, the breath, the tongue, the pink.

''

They take metallic lungfuls between kisses

And the dawn shivers and sheds its coldness,

Like a cheap coat of iron links

Falling muted off the trees:

The clink, the branches, the roots, their sleep.

''

And gods, they run to each other

With hissing breaths, with tired legs;

They drink each other’s smiles

Like all they’ve been having is sand for a week;

They hold each other

Like their arms are a shelter from the world’s bite and its fists.

And, gods-fucking-damn-it,

The world is still screaming when they uncover themselves,

But, gods-fucking-damn-it,

If they turn the love songs loud enough

And press their fingers to each other’s heartbeats,

Then, maybe for a moment,

The world will close its mouth,

And be quiet,

Just for one minute.

Dude! I don't know what to say, that's so cool I love the way you describe things in such an authentic way!

fuck this says it so well and i'm a slut for the fact that you said elysium instead of heaven

ah, yes, you're welcome ;)

when the world is quiet, we will have some peace.
''
Boys with smudged eyes

And sunlight dripping slick like olive oil off their teeth,

They go to bed with violets under their skin, prickling sharp,

And in the morning, find defiance in each other’s mouths:

The clutch, the breath, the tongue, the pink.

''

They take metallic lungfuls between kisses

And the dawn shivers and sheds its coldness,

Like a cheap coat of iron links

Falling muted off the trees:

The clink, the branches, the roots, their sleep.

''

And gods, they run to each other

With hissing breaths, with tired legs;

They drink each other’s smiles

Like all they’ve been having is sand for a week;

They hold each other

Like their arms are a shelter from the world’s bite and its fists.

And, gods-fucking-damn-it,

The world is still screaming when they uncover themselves,

But, gods-fucking-damn-it,

If they turn the love songs loud enough

And press their fingers to each other’s heartbeats,

Then, maybe for a moment,

The world will close its mouth,

And be quiet,

Just for one minute.

y'all p sure Homer just possessed u this is so beautifully constructed?

when the world is quiet, we will have some peace.
''
Boys with smudged eyes

And sunlight dripping slick like olive oil off their teeth,

They go to bed with violets under their skin, prickling sharp,

And in the morning, find defiance in each other’s mouths:

The clutch, the breath, the tongue, the pink.

''

They take metallic lungfuls between kisses

And the dawn shivers and sheds its coldness,

Like a cheap coat of iron links

Falling muted off the trees:

The clink, the branches, the roots, their sleep.

''

And gods, they run to each other

With hissing breaths, with tired legs;

They drink each other’s smiles

Like all they’ve been having is sand for a week;

They hold each other

Like their arms are a shelter from the world’s bite and its fists.

And, gods-fucking-damn-it,

The world is still screaming when they uncover themselves,

But, gods-fucking-damn-it,

If they turn the love songs loud enough

And press their fingers to each other’s heartbeats,

Then, maybe for a moment,

The world will close its mouth,

And be quiet,

Just for one minute.

y'all p sure Homer just possessed u this is so beautifully constructed?

that is a compliment of the highest degree i will cherish it forever

Daily chores are such a bore
I wish for more but it's already yours
Toss me into the washing machine
Floss, brush, rinse and repeat

Why do I expand into the atmosphere
Floating away from all that's down here
When I have chains on my ankles and wrists
Weighing me back to the angels of resistance

Beating the dirt until it succumbs
Under the same damning crumbs
Last night's dinner was last night's leftovers
Fill my fucking cup until I've spilt over

The devil works hard but subconscious works harder
And If I'm being honest i think mine is much smarter
So maybe i should become a ghost in the dark, my spirit passing through you shadow
But maybe that's too stupid and I'm just too shallow

Acid melts my stomach as I throw up
All of yesterday, last week, last month
Symbols on the calendar mark my expiration
And the symbols you read now are my desperation

Song stuck in my head like fucking groundhog day
Hit reply until I'm dead like it was yesterday
Depression is a chef and he's cooking a recipe
Turn on the fire and burn all my energy

Pray to my God for compensation
Play with my odds for composition
Say I'm wrong, and it's just my fault

Well you're right, I guess I'll do it again.

y'all p sure Homer just possessed u this is so beautifully constructed?

that is a compliment of the highest degree i will cherish it forever

AAAAWWWW HAHA

ok this poem has strong yungblud vibes and i mean that in a good way

ok this poem has strong yungblud vibes and i mean that in a good way

Me: never heard of them
Brain: look them up
Me: Ok yes band
Brain: .listen 2 them.
Me, sobbing: am i really gonna jump into this hole of obsessing over this band
Brain: :)yes.

ok this poem has strong yungblud vibes and i mean that in a good way

Me: never heard of them
Brain: look them up
Me: Ok yes band
Brain: .listen 2 them.
Me, sobbing: am i really gonna jump into this hole of obsessing over this band
Brain: :)yes.

actually its just one dude and listen to anarchist and california first
and loner

ok this poem has strong yungblud vibes and i mean that in a good way

Me: never heard of them
Brain: look them up
Me: Ok yes band
Brain: .listen 2 them.
Me, sobbing: am i really gonna jump into this hole of obsessing over this band
Brain: :)yes.

actually its just one dude and listen to anarchist and california first
and loner

s i ck i will!