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Vic Sep 2019
You probably didn't expect a poem from me,
Did you?
Well, I just wanted to say thanks.
Do you remember that one English class, where you read some of my poetry? You almost cried.
I wanted to quit writing at that point.
You made me realise that I had a 'Talent'
No, it was more of an 'undeveloped skill'
If it wasn't for you,
I probably wouldn't have been writing now.
And I'm glad I'm still writing,
Because it saved my life.
So, uh, yeah. Thank you
Makes no sense yee yee
305 · Jul 2019
Note 107:
Vic Jul 2019
Just a lil stressy and depressy is all
A "poem" every day.
305 · May 2019
Note 68: English class
Vic May 2019
The teacher said:
"Today we're going to write poetry."
And my brain did:
KkwfneqweHDYXNndmnhp398475iwr73cyx feha

what is wrong with me
A poem every day.
303 · Oct 2019
Note 204:
Vic Oct 2019
I don't have a poem today, but I do have this video that got sent in the group chat.

https://youtu.be/Qp5apTvlHt4

(Thanks to @Amaryllis for the vid ;)
A poem every day.
05-10-19
Vic Mar 2019
Maybe I should start doing homework,
I just wrote eight finished drafts.
I have an arm full of words and ink,
That I just made in class.
What else should I be doing?
Is the question mostly asked.
But I'll just copy her history notes,
I really need to get some sleep.
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #15
302 · Jul 2019
Note 128:
Vic Jul 2019
So uh yeah,
Idk what to post.
Have a great day/night/whatever
Love you
A "poem" every day
301 · Dec 2020
Note 562:
Vic Dec 2020
I'd light the world on fire to be with you
Which is slightly problematic
Because then we'd have nowhere to stay
Unless you'll take me to the moon someday
A poem every day
28/9/20
301 · Apr 2019
Note 43: Piramid
Vic Apr 2019
My
Feelings
Are stacked
Up like a huge
Piramid of emotions
A poem every day.
300 · Sep 2019
Silver
Vic Sep 2019
You are my dearest posession,
The one I keep in a locket around my neck.
But you see, the thing is-
No matter how beautiful the locket is,
I'm still allergic to silver.
Facts. I'm still going to wear it though, **** my skin.
297 · Jul 2019
Note 126:
Vic Jul 2019
The past month,
I noticed something.
Everything makes me so tired.
I don't post poems anymore,
I don't write anymore.
Can't think of new stories to write,
All the colour is gone.
Things are made up at the spot,
Too worthless to deny.
I'm trying to control it.
The world is silently passing by.
A "poem" every day
295 · May 2019
Note 66: Always
Vic May 2019
Does always exist?
Or do we mean
As long as I love you?
A poem every day.
295 · Nov 2019
The world
Vic Nov 2019
I would give you the entire world,
But you are my world.

There's nothing more to say
293 · Dec 2019
Note 262:
Vic Dec 2019
I have lost my ability to write.
And with that, I lost a part of myself
A poem every day.
02-12-19
292 · Sep 2019
Title
Vic Sep 2019
"He's either a madman or a poet."

"Can't I be both?"

"You already are."
Late night conversations are weird yee yee
291 · Sep 2019
To you.
Vic Sep 2019
To all the kids from 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, and all the others who were told they're to young to be a poet.

To all the theatre kids who can't sing but do it anyway

To all the people who post vines, memes and jokes on here.

To all the people who post poems while they're in class, or in the middle of the night.

To all the people who are open and proud about their sexuality and gender.

To all the closeted people who still post poetry about it.

To all the people who quote songs, movies and musicals.

To all the people who post the conversations they have with their friends.

To all the people who were told they're bad at writing, bur do it anyway because they like to.

To all the people who are unsure about their writing.

To all the people who support all these kind strangers online.

To all the people who support all poetry, no matter what gender/age/sexuality the person has that wrote it.

To all the artists that wanted to try something new.

To all the people who have known this site for years.

To all the people who are new here.

To every poet I haven't called out,

You make this community even better. I love you.
Y'all are amazing and valid, I love you.
291 · Sep 2019
Note 177:
Vic Sep 2019
I sent you a letter,
To explain the way I feel, and the rest.
And I don't exactly remember what I wrote,
But that's probably for the best.
A "poem" every day.



I could have explained it so much better, so much different. And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
291 · May 2019
Note 59: Yup
Vic May 2019
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.
289 · Feb 2019
Full
Vic Feb 2019
Mind is full of words
Nothing fits
When I write
The're gone
How can you do this to me
It's magical
288 · Apr 2019
Don't cry
Vic Apr 2019
The most important rule is
Don't ever cry, no matter what.
You're vunerable.
And you can't be vunerable in front of someone,
Not even yourself
You'll lose yourself.
Because as soon they see that they can break you
It'll drag you down so far you'll never get up
And if you don't show
You're balancing on the edge of the well
And the people who ask why you always look so sad
Are the ones that push you.
Rule number one.
288 · Nov 2019
Note 253:
Vic Nov 2019
I
'
m

f
a
d
i
n
g



a

w

a

y
A poem every day.
23-11-19
287 · Dec 2019
Note 275:
Vic Dec 2019
"Write one about our French teacher"

Oui oui bonjour
Like I care about your class
I'm really not interested in French
Oh, this period is finished, alas!
A poem every day
15-12-19
286 · May 2019
Beautiful words.
Vic May 2019
To be the one to speak her name as mine.
The ghost of her past.
Glistering water.
Ocean eyes.
Soft satin lips.
Dead roses.
Crumbled in the dust.
My blood on the purple flowers.
Blossom flowers.
Trees in morning dew.
The sound of pen on paper.
Diamond rain drops.
Tears rolling siltently down her face.
Scars on my skin.
Knife covering my wrists.
The end of the world.
The blood swirling in my veins, soon to be poured out.
These words just sound beautiful to me, not really a reason?
286 · Dec 2019
Note 278:
Vic Dec 2019
My apologies, for not writing the way I used to. I've said it a lot, but still. Writing changed me as a person, and a big part of my life. Yet, I can't find the strength to write anymore. I'm sorry for that. I try to keep up with everything at a pace that's not too slow to fall behind, but not fast. It's just not working out. I need to figue stuff out and find inspiration. When I had to do that, writing was my escape, now it's a burden. I want to keep writing, but it's getting a little harder every day. This is not a goodbye. Hopefully y'all understand it a bit better now. I'll try my best.
Sincerely, GSG
A poem every day
18-12-19
Vic Apr 2019
You
Are My
Seemingly
Strange
Addiction
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #21
284 · Aug 2019
Note 144:
Vic Aug 2019
Why are we still here?
Just to paint others hair?
Hehe
Idk sorry my inspiration is gone
A "poem" every day
282 · Sep 2019
Dream
Vic Sep 2019
I don't want to write, or do anything else. I have energy, but a lack of motivation. I don't care about my words anymore, they're just sentences smacked together. I want to dream. Just lucid dream, until the sun rises for the 5th time. Until you'll be mine.
282 · Dec 2019
Butterfly
Vic Dec 2019
Graciously flies the butterfly
Through the morning sun and night
She picks the prettiest flowers in the field
With a touch so soft and light

Silently flies the butterfly
All across the garden
She keeps the flowers safe all day
She is their gatekeeper, their warden

Softly flies the butterfly
Tenderly she touches every flower
She'll never be tired of her company
She loves them every minute, every hour

Carelessly lands the butterfly
Right there on my shoulder
She looks at me as if to say;
"Don't ever grow older."
Every minute without you feels like an hour. Time is passing so slow with nothing to run on. I haven't aged a single day. It's meaningless without you.
280 · Dec 2019
Note 287:
Vic Dec 2019
...                                                              ­    




empty




                                              ­                  ...
A poem every day
27-12-19
Vic Oct 2019
So that was a month already, huh?
A month of just being able to love you.
A month of being able to stare into those perfect eyes,
that are filled with love and sparkle blue.

So it's been a month, it sounds so long.
It really does feel like forever.
Yet I still remember it like yesterday.
I didn't know your pronouns, thinking "If only I could have her."

A month is a long time when you love someone,
And I'm really thankful I spent that month loving you every day.
Because now I don't have to worry anymore,
If I lose you, or if you'll stay.

It still feels like we got together moments ago,
And it feels like it's been like this all along.
And for the first time in a long while,
I feel like this won't end in wrong.

I love you, and I can't say anything else, but thank you.
Thank you, for loving me too.
:)
Happy anniversary mon amour.
277 · Sep 2019
Note 197:
Vic Sep 2019
I really don't know anymore.
A "poem" every day.
277 · Oct 2019
Dear [Deadname], (5)
Vic Oct 2019
Hey. Here's another letter kinda thing. Been writing these a lot lately. In my mind, never on paper. I don't really know how to explain what I feel anymore. It's like, I have this sense of feeling? Like I know that they're here, but I just can't seem to find them? Like I can see someone else in front of me, while knowing that they are a person with feelings and thoughs, but not being able to recognise them. Not being able to see the person standing there. Like I can see all of it, but not knowing that it's there. It kinda scares me, in a way. Like I see myself, but not me. Like I see something I was, that people still see as me. I don't know anymore. I've been trying to get my feelings out, and I still am, I just don't succeed often. This is seemingly the only way to get out whatever I'm thinking or feeling. Which is a lot, but also nothing at the same time. I feel lost, so incredibly lost. The world's passing me by and I'm behind a ******* window trying to reach it, but I can't. I never did. I just taught people how to communicate with me through that stupid barrier. It never went away. But if people don't come close to you they won't notice that, so it's fine I guess. And then you came in and smashed the entire thing with a ******* hammer. I wasn't used to opening up to people, especially not people who understand. But, I'm glad I did, and glad that you are here to listen. I don't open up to people much. Been botteling these emotions since 2006, so it's hard to open the bottle now. But I'm trying, and I can't thank you enough for being there with me. Thank you, so much. I love you, bye.
Idk how to tag these anymore, enjoy
277 · Jan 2019
Home.
Vic Jan 2019
Some people
Make you
Feel
Like
Home,
Even in the
Middle
Of
Nowhere.
Just a little thing i wrote, kinda bad
275 · Apr 2019
Note 30: Laughter
Vic Apr 2019
I heard you laugh
And I wish I was a part of it
A poem every day.
275 · Dec 2020
Note 572:
Vic Dec 2020
VI - The lovers

Your love is stronger than the wind
Full of rythm and harmony
But an important choice must be made
It's a choice to change your life, you must be ready

Do not be tempted by the devil
For their love is sour like an apple
Listen to your lover and yourself
Before your choices make your love ripple
A poem every day
8/10/20
Vic Oct 2019
Then you said;
"Chaos is better than an unknown peace."
So I have only one question right now.
Will you dive into the middle of the storm with me?
In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet,
For just a moment, a yellow sky.
Let there be all our chaos around us.
I'll be okay with you by my side.
Let it rush and stream,
Destroy everything and the wind flow.
We might only hear the quiet,
But we won't view the world through a window.
We'll be right in the middle of all there is,
And we won't need to hide it.
Vic Sep 2019
I'm just gonna,
Be a poet?
And write you some cheesy stuff?
Is this how you do it?
This title is way too long but I do not give a ****
274 · Nov 2019
Note 240:
Vic Nov 2019
Why?
Why...
WHY!
why


why me
A poem every day.
10-11-19
274 · May 2019
Note 58: Self-pity
Vic May 2019
Is having self-pity
So much different than lying?
A poem every day.
273 · Dec 2019
Note 271:
Vic Dec 2019
My diary is in "crypted."
Every letter is a different sign.
I guess I don't want anyone to read my diary
I want to keep telling them I'm fine.
A poem every day.
11-12-19


If they can't read my diary (I hate diaries) they can't see if I'm alright or not. It's pretty sad.
272 · Jan 2020
Note 292:
Vic Jan 2020
Ah yes,
A new year to completely **** up.
I promised myself I wouldn't drink the next half decade.
I failed within the first three minutes
Happy new year
A poem every day
1-1-2020
271 · May 2019
Never really me
Vic May 2019
A poem always reminds you of something,
Doesn't matter what it is.
But when I show you my writings,
Give me your opinion,
Instead of telling me whatever it reminds you of.
The poems I write,
In your eyes are something I could truly never be.
But if I show you something,
The way how I feel,
Why can it never be really me?
Yup
270 · May 2019
Note 73: What if?
Vic May 2019
What if
I just
Don't
Post
Something
For
3
Months

Y eah no
A poem every day.


(Sorry but I forgot to post so this was randomly made up, it's trash but it's something.)
270 · May 2019
Solution
Vic May 2019
Just smile through the pain I caused myself,
And we will all be fine.
270 · Oct 2019
Wait (for it, maybe?)
Vic Oct 2019
My Theodosia,


Love                                                                                       Life­

    doesn't                                                                   
         discriminate                                  

Between the
Sinners~
and the
~Saints


It        

                        takes

and it
  
                       takes

and it
  
                          takes

And we keep

loving                                                       ­                living

a n y w a y s



we


Laugh and we cry                                                           Rise and we fall

And
we
break

And we make our mistakes.

And If there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it.


wait for it                                                           

wait for it

                                                            ­                    wait for it

Mom,
Dad,
Grandpa.

When they died, they left no instructions,
just a
legacy
to protect.

(What is a legacy?)

Hamilton's pace is relentless,
But some day he'll be tired.
And the only thing the world will hear,
Is a gunshot being fired.

...

wait..!

...
If I waited just a bit longer, I'd seen the world was wide enough, for both Hamilton and me.
269 · Apr 2019
Empty
Vic Apr 2019

Why do I feel like this?
Vic Dec 2019
Dear G,

It's been a while since we last talked, although we've been messaging indirectly (like this) somehow. That's better than nothing, but still. Knowing that you remember me feels good, since I haven't passed a single day without thinking of you. At least I'm not invisible to you. Like I've said to myself to many times; Letting you go was one of the dumbest mistakes I ever made. It was my own mistake, and I'm sorry.
I can't explain why I left you (yet. someday I will) but I hope that that doesn't stop you from being amazing at what you're doing.
I think that the thing that hurts the most, is not knowing how you're actually doing. The only way I ever hear something from you is stuff on HelloPoetry and via anime memes on your instagram story. Looking at the poems you posted, you're doing better. I don't know if I should be happy or not with that. I probably should, I want you to be happy.
I'm not begging you to get back with me, be friends again or even talk to me. (There would be to much to discuss anyways) Hell, I'd never wanna see myself again. But still,  nothing ventured, nothing gained. Maybe, when you're ready, if you ever will be, or already are, consider it. Consider reviving what we had.

Sincerely, yours

Lillie
A poem every day
26-12-19

I'm sorry. If it doesn't **** you, just, call or text me? I'm not okay and you need a proper apology. Not like this.
269 · Jan 2020
Note 291:
Vic Jan 2020
The last day of the decade in which I grew up.
Funny. Every year felt like a decade itself.
A poem every day.
31-12-19
268 · Apr 2019
Note 31: Death
Vic Apr 2019
As I lie down
On the bed of grass
The flowers around me
Turned red from the swirling blood
Inside my veins that finally poured out
The pain is gone
It doesn't hurt
It's even worse
And I love it
I stare at the tree branches
Wondering what I could have been
And as I swallow my last bit of air
The blood pouring out
I'm thinking what Hell will be like
Breathe my last breath
Now it's dark
So I'll never open my eyes again
A poem every day.
267 · Oct 2019
Non-Stop
Vic Oct 2019
War    -    New York
War    -    New York

After the war,
I went back to New York.

Studies, Law.
Practice Law.

                                                           ­           B
                                                    ­      M
                                                I
       ­                                 L
Alexander Hamilton began to       C                                

How to account for his rise to the   Top?
Man, the man is...
Non-Stop

Are you aware that we're making History.?          
(history has it's eyes on us)                                                

Why
N       ­                                    do                           ­                    N
O                                          ­ you                                             O
N                                      assume                                            N
-                                        you're                                             -
S           ­                                the                              ­                 S
T                                       smarte­st                                         T
O                   ­                        in                                       ­        O
P                                           the                                              P
                         ­              room? (where it happened)

Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Ev'ry day you fight, like you're running out of time.

Non-stop

I practiced law,                                          
                  ­               I practically
                                      perfected it

I
was
chosen
for
the
C o n s t i t u t i o n a l   c o n v e n t i o n


Alexander?                                                   ­                                       
                         ­                                                            Aaron burr, sir.
It's the middle of the night.                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                        Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?                                                          ­                
                                                ­                    Yes, and it's important to me.
What do you need?                                                            ­                
                                                      Burr, you're a better lawyer than me.
Okay.              

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed
For the notion of a nation we now get to build
For once in your life, take a stand with pride
I don't understand how you stand to the side

w a i t   f o r   i t

Sailing > London.
Write
A n g e l i c a

The fact that you're alive is a miracle,
Just stay alive, that would be  e n o u g h.

25-5-29-51

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write ev'ry second you're alive?


Treasury                             or                                    State


I have to leave                              
                         Alexander...


Look around, Look around
H e l p l e s s
He will never be statisfied
That would be  e n o u g h
History has it's eyes on you

I AM NOT THROWING AWAY
MY SHOT






So what did I miss?
Have you read this?
267 · Apr 2019
Note 24 : My 100th poem
Vic Apr 2019
Is this a celebration,
Or eternal death?
Is this a good thing,
Or an internal war?
Writing so much more,
The best filtered out.
But the poems never shown,
Maybe the best of all.
If poems are sometimes,
Actually true feelings
They will not be seen,
Because we cannot be honest
A poem every day.
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