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63 · Jun 21
That Love
Your stomach churns
But your soul yearns
For the mere touch
Brewing with blush
You will never stop
Your heart drops
No matter how hard you try
Even if you fortunately die
That love
Will haunt thee
For eternity
You thought you killed
That love
But it is everlasting
It is past
The point of return
Oh, it burns
But you learn to love
That love
Maybe it is your identity
Maybe they are the entity
That keeps you going
Flowing
Maybe they love you
No.
Hmm…
Rejection
Possible prevention
Could have saved your pride
But you decided to dive
Hands shiver
***** lingers
Salt is sharp
The pain is art
Yet it is bittersweet
That was no easy feat
Knife draws
Blade calls
Clenching your fists
It embraces your worst
That familiar crimson feeling:
That love.
*send help i meant to copy this and cut the whole thing. this is my warning to write it on notes and not directly on the website. i copied it out of a notebook as well and there were adjustments i made on the site so i’m cooked.
okay! i’ve done it now and i’m pretty sure i  remembered all the edits yayyyy

ANYWAYS //

this poem is about “that love” and how powerful yet painful love can be. i originally wrote this to just pour my soul on the page, so no rhyming or anything. but since i had spare time, i polished it up a bit. also, the moments where it doesn’t rhyme are to show temporary imbalance so it actually wasn’t because of sloppy reasons (hopefully…)
PLS ENJOY!!!
i’d appreciate feedback as well since no one has commented on my posts yet
36 · May 14
Peace
Voices invade my mind
Or what I thought was mine
Your personality
The substance that made me

The way that I am
These thoughts that I have
Consume me in earth
My dreams, in the dark

Did you do this?
Strip me of bliss?

Driven insane
For hurt, for pain
It’s too late
It’s my fate

In a pit,
They exist
Oh, no
Blood flowed
Heart faced
No place

Drip.
Pour.
Breath.
Stops.

Peace.
Essentially, the concept of this poem is someone who has been indoctrinated by the media and lacks self-identity. Throughout the poem, it is structured (all syllables are the same in each line, apart from when there is a new stanza as the amount of syllables decreases; this is to show depleting sanity). In the penultimate stanza, the rhyming is abolished to show their freedom - death. Finally, they are at peace because of their permanent escape from reality.

*I am a young writer, and this is my first post, so apologies if this is poor work 😭*
30 · Jun 14
addiction.
My tongue is intoxicated
With the bliss of every bite
I suppose I do it in spite
To harm my damaged self
Depleting body perception
Warped reality
Deception
My drug hits my palate
I cannot stand it
I cry and cry again
There are no answers in a fountain
My wrists yell for aid
Too late to eliminate the pain
Never-ending, everlasting
Maybe I should try fasting
Nevermind, that won’t help
I’ll still be the same monster
The distortion will remain
And I will take the blame.
*This poem is about B.E.D. and if I have to admit, this was a bit of a lazy poem but I have been craving (pun unintended) to do this specific topic all day. Maybe it is due to poor choices but I decided to make parts of this poem not rhyme to show the victim’s scattered frame of mind
20 · Jul 12
Bird on a Wire
No one but me remains
In this cyclical terrain
I ponder my thoughts
Go deaf from listening to them talk
It pains my soul
No longer whole
I sob and cry
Wish to die
Frustration
Humiliation
I am fading away
Ripped to shreds every day
I search desperately for a resolution
It is a fusion
Of dead ends and lost hope
I continue to contemplate the rope
Tied meticulously around my throat
I would be able to float
Prospering in the afterlife
Free of pain and strife
I could finally be me
Who I am truly meant to be
Alas, I do not
Despite how much I would adore to rot
In the depths of a grave
I am not that brave
At least I am not dying f inside
A small taste of the infinite ride
I would graciously attend
Still, I cannot blend
Into society’s desires
I am just one lonely bird on a wire.
*i wrote this in a random history lesson in about ten minutes with no thesaurus or dictionary so pls don’t hate ik it’s bad 💀💀 also i’d LOVE some feedback since i grt no comments on these poems

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