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

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It feels like I've been here before
knocking on the same old doors
No one ever answers
maybe that's my fault
maybe I drove them away
because I didn't tell them the words
I always wanted to say

How he was my first kiss
and even though he may not remember this
I still love him
and how she is my best friend
always and forever till the end
how I never told them how much they meant
then they went and planned their own deaths

Maybe if I had told them
If I had just said
just how how much I loved them both
maybe it wouldn't of ended

Now it's their anniversary
the day of their death
God how I miss them
I wish they hadn't left.

^^ That's DEEP - and I love it ^^
(Don't tell me this happened to you irl, because if so, do you need reassurance/help/encouragement?)

I'm drunk on darkness
sipping sin in a stemmed glass
Tastes as smooth as any lie;
crystalizes into shards of broken glass in my gut
I know I should stop
But I slide the bottle over to my friends
Soon we're all intoxicated with our own lawlessness
Noxious smoke pouring from our mouths
Drunkards in our own spite
Even the most refined among us
Daintily lap at wine the deep color of
liquid life.

what a fucking aesthetic

ah thanks pal

What @you know, like a liar said^^

not my poem but i really like it

do you think the earth feels this way, too?
is she embarrased of her unsanded
edges, her unruly valleys and peaks
and the swelling of her tides toward the
moon?
sometimes, when i feel really lonely, i like
to think that she does
because maybe then if something so
vastly beautiful could ever feel ashamed
of her size and her shape-
maybe then i'm not as bad as i thougt i
was.

(Chloe Moriondo)

A Father is supposed
to care for you a way
no one else can
unconditional forever
with no end

He's not supposed
to make you feel like you're broken
because he doesn't love you
the way you need
and make you feel like
you no longer want to breathe

A Father is supposed
to be the one who shows
you what a man should be
when he's in love
in awe of
you forever

He's not supposed
leave you crying on your own
feeling so fucking alone
and not understanding
what you're failing at

He's not supposed
to put awful thoughts
inside your head
that leave you
unable to get out of bed
and have you asking yourself
"What is so wrong with me
that my own father can't love me"

That is not what a Father is.

oh damn
that's really good holy shit

A little thing I did for a mandatory writing competition back when I was a depressed child of God™️ like, 3-4 years ago:
The Light of Love

I hid in the shadows
Of abandonment and fear.
Alone, I could not escape
The ribbons of despair.

I wanted to be freed
But I kept the light at bay.
The Sun wouldn’t leave
Because he knew me by name.

The shadows knew me, too,
And they tried to keep me covered,
But the Sun grew so bright
He sent the shadows fleeing.

He cut the dark ribbons
Of hatred and despair.
He took my hand, and said,
“You are free, dearest child.”

The sun has called me by my name
For I am his loved child.
He has shaped me in His image
So I can share His light.

“I will never leave you;
I am always here.
I have never doubted you,
I have only loved.”

He has sent the enemy away,
And keeps me in his arms.
He alone speaks Salvation,
And he shall set you free.

There’s some awkward rhythms that could be easily fixed, and a few kind of redundant phrases that aren’t purposeful repetían or anaphora. I made this in one draft and at the time, I believed it. It was what I really needed to hear, or maybe just what I wanted to hear, but I digress. A lot has changed since then, and I kind of want to re-write this in my perspective now. It would be almost like a squeal or companion piece. Anyway, it’s here now.

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I like it!

Nightmare

Dreamt I was walking on old paths last night
And you were walking behind, burning all I touched on sight.
I'm still unsure as far as interpretations go
But watching you burn all I loved was a harsh blow
And I wonder, wonder
What my subconscious was trying to show.
I wish I could ask you
But I doubt you would know –
Or answer at all, now that I think about it.
Your radio silence has been impressive;
I guess I still need to get used to it a bit.
In my dream, your face showed no regret.
I guess there is a reason, then,
For awake me to be upset –
Or bothered? Is bothered the right word?
It's difficult to differentiate this vague sense of hurt
For things you did just in my head
And things you did that I carried to bed.
My head tells me I shouldn't be mad at a kind person like you
And my heart still holds on after all we've been through.
I dont know where to find that part that blames you.
Thats why it bothers me, I guess –
That you've just become another person
For whom I have feelings I need to repress

ok i love this concept

I loved you
So much that my heart rips in two at the thought of you
Your eyes
Your smile
The way you made me feel.
I loved you
And now I may never get another chance to prove it.

ok i love this concept

Thanks!!

Hey guess what world
I'm a bisexual
I wrote this, world
Because you know it was eventual

My awkward bisexual finger guns
They're sooting all in sight
I use my awkward bizexual finger guns
And the world trembles in fright

Happy Pride month
To all my gay friends
I hope your enemies are murdered in a horribly gruesome way die this month
And meet their - timely - end.

oh my god mood
this is the official pride anthem for this year

Yusssss.

So… I'm not sure about my current sexuality. I identify as straight, but I think I might be bi. I CANNOT tell my parents they will murder me in cold blood. I think my best friend is cute… But she does not have the same feelings about me and wouldn't ever in the future, as she is straight. We're still best friends, but I think my imagination is awkward at some points… Yet the same time, I'm also crushing on two guys at my school. They are both cute and funny… I don't know what to do. My said best friend ships me with one of them, but he likes another girl and there's a third girl who, like, loves him and isn't ashamed to let literally everyone know. So I have no chance with him, and I'm too shy and scared to tell him I like him, after he open told me about wanting to ask the girl he likes out. He explained the confusing situation and asked me for advice, to which I helped the best I could. Can someone help me? I'm confused… Also, Sorry this is so long and it's not a poem.

this is where all the gays are gathered, go over here and talk abt it

Ack, friend, I'm sorry, the confusion zone™ sucks.

Thanks! And yeah, it does 😰

Stuck

How can I tell them there's hope if
They're already dead?
…Isn't that what I should've said?
They can take as many pills as they like
They can try to fight with medicine
But there's just no way to…really win.
Sometimes, a lot of the time, they can pin down the problem
But that in no way means they can solve it
They can find the missing piece but…what if it doesn't fit?
Someone always says, "Well, at least you're not stuck down there alone!"
But that's much worse!
You know you're going to die and…you won't be the first.
I said there's always a future
But they still can't escape their past
They're just stuck there, in between two graves, and…they won't be the last.

Water's flowing in my mind
A way to think thoughts I've confined
A trickle of tears to wash away
The things I've always tried to say

Blood is pumping to my brain
To fuel the need to be the same
To heal the wounds and help the cells
And make me feel like I'm not well

Medication's for my head
It tries to keep me from being dead
Covered with drool from monsters caught
Slides down my throat to start the drought

I wonder who lives in my heart
And when he's going to do his part
I ponder why I feel it beat
But never ever get to meet

I know I must have had a core
But I don't think that I do anymore
I poke and prod to feel my center
But all I feel is silent winter

Friends don't like a lonely soul
Or tongues of lead or feet of coal
I like to stop, they like to run
But, I don't like the things they've done

White tennis shoes staining the grass
After the rain where we're running in glass
I know I never went that fast
We all had the same past

Just a child in the hood under a broken wing
Green paper walls surrounded this scene
Sweat drip down my neck with these
Shattered pieces of what I need

Colored bandages cover my skin
Stars filling my entire vision
This sky of orange will warm me within
But until then, this wool blanket is too thin

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I really like them, too ^^

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