Is it just me or is it weird
To have been told that standing up for yourself makes you weak
But don’t be pushed around
So you sit in a bubble
making you more of a freak

Your memory is like a thousand words being erased
Because no matter what
they still leave a dark smudge
Of what they used to be

if anyone gets the hatred towards others
its a lost poet
not because of their flair for "dramatic"
but because we see what others fail to acknowledge
we see a new perspective
even if it is sometimes
in black an white
so when you say you hate me
or when they curse your name
simply explain how it is wrong
in the words of a poet

"it seems that through our differences we have forgotten, that at dusk and dawn we all share the same color shadow"

she wanted to melt mirrors
because her reflection wasn't good enough
it red smears scattered
and a terrible outline
but if you could melt her tattered clothes
maybe her even more tattered mind
could think she was beautiful

maybe even , flawless art

i flinch at thunder
but after theres always lightning
A bright wonderful light
Then it fades into the night

Thunder and lightning
Part of storm
Just  like love
Its frightening at first
But then it gets better
Still scary but oh so-
Beautiful~

hello there everyone! my name is jasmine and i was thinking about how many awesome poets there are on this site . so i was thinking maybe we can start a group account ? we can all name it together. and then if you message me ill give you the email and password for that account. i think that way when someone goes there they have a number of poems from different people all on one account!  and you can even advertise your personal account on it to. so who's in? message me if you are or have any questions!

my friends are like flies
focusing only on ****
and living short

all dyng

they drop like flies