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V3NUS Jan 13
sometimes I really hate your guts
"Is Rosie hanging out with them now?"
"is she one of them"
what the **** does that mean

you're lucky i'm scared of confrontation
otherwise I would have left you in 4th grade
when you ghosted Kai because she dared to have another friend
when you ignored me and Rowan because you got in trouble with your parents and we had the nerve to be there
why did I have to apologize then?
why did I have to be the messager between you and Kai?

"What will I do when you've moved"
I know you say that
but do you really mean it?

Do you talk behind my back just like you talk behind Rosie's?
"Why is Ahalya hanging out with them, is she one of them?"
"Ahalya thinks i'm mad at her"
"She follows me around all the time, she's so annoying"

i'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore
Skye has been my friend since first grade. She's the "Excuse me, she asked for no pickles" type of girl and I'm the type of girl who stands behind her and smiles awkwardly. But now that I've started hanging out with other people and distanced myself from her a little, I've realized she's a massive *****. Like, all she does when we hang out is talk **** about her FRIENDS and scroll through Tiktok.
Cyril Jan 2
How unfortunate it is
that words will be just words
if not sent to a lover.

If I spend my days
stringing verses together,
and weave them into threads,
would it be long enough
to travel the earth,
and arrive where you are?

Would you hear my sighs
in these tangled mess,
and think that these verses
are fruits of restlessness?

These fragments of truth,
imperfect and raw
are all that remain.
These clumsy lines,
void of pride,
and stripped of ego.
You're lucky to be clueless.
amelie Dec 2024
i wrote you a letter
right before winter break
i swear i planned on giving it to you
but then you weren't there

maybe i'll give it to you
maybe on your birthday
or maybe on the last day of school
possibly when we graduate
or i might find you when we're older and email it to you

or maybe i won't
maybe i'll let it sit in my nightstand dresser
and i'll probably rewrite it a million times
it'll always be in my bag waiting for you
and when i move out i'll throw it in a box
maybe when i'm married i'll find it and finally throw it away
i cant figure out what to do with the letter if you couldn't tell
Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
Dear 14 year old me
You were a strong and still strong
Human being
Who still has integrity
In her heart
The way I see
You had to
Hide you dreams
For survival and I don’t blame you on that
It would have been a horrific
Fate if you were still
Like a peacock 🦚
But not you can show your feathers
In a safe place
You don’t have to fear torture
If you want you can do 50 pull up if you want
Now show your brilliance and shine
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
M se premye mo ki sòt nan bouch tout bebe
M se premye mo nan alfabet, nan lang ti bebe
Se pa lèt a, ki sòti an premye nan bouch yon ti bebe
Kap di m, ma, manman, mom, mummy, mother, mama
Mère, kom nan manmi, madre,  mae, ma mère, mamma
M se 13 zièm lèt nan alfabèt laten
Se la ke lang romans yo komanse
Kòm franse, panyòl, italyen, pòtugè
M se yon lèt enpòtan pour la santé, la paix
La vie, le bonheur, les fleurs et le sapin
Nou kontan pou nou fete tout manman
Mèsi a tout fanm, manman se la pè e la jwa.

Copyright © 25 Me 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
M is the first word or letter coming out of a baby's mouth.
Adelana Victor Nov 2024
Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,

I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I’m on is one I’ve carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I’ve spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we’ve built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.

You’ve fought too hard to let yourself remain stagnant, to let fear or insecurity hold you back. Do not test me. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but I’ve had enough of this struggle. I have set goals, I’ve placed myself on a trajectory that demands all of my focus and strength. If you ever even think about derailing that, I will shut you down. There’s no room for doubt, no room for weakness, no space for hesitation. You either rise to meet the person you’ve promised yourself to be, or you get out of your own way. This is no longer a negotiation.

I know you, your brilliance, your creativity, your drive. But I also know your tendencies to question, to overthink, and to stall. The world won’t wait for you to find the courage; it won’t wait for your permission to move forward. So here’s the deal: stay out of your own way, or face the consequences of wasted potential. I won’t tolerate it. We’ve come too far.

From Adelana Victor,
You.
louella Nov 2024
my sweet girl, you have broken me
in two, in three,
in a thousand shattered pieces
blowing in the wild winds.
i would like to love the impossibility of you
shamelessly diving into the body of water
that is you.

my sweet girl,
there will be no one left out there to
doubt you.
you'll be understood by those you
respect the most,
loved completely by the world that tossed
and turned you
like a bobbing ship on the open seas.

my sweet girl,
you'll be singing up tempo songs,
dreaming broadway dreams.
you'll be happy and without liver disease.
the panic will fall off your bones,
leaking into the clear shallow streams.

why, sweet girl, must you waste such a
beautiful existence hating yourself?
why must you deny yourself the love
you truly deserve?
why worry your mother to death?
oh, sweet girl,
why must you contain yourself for those
you have never met?
oh, sweet girl, when i saw you crawl out
of your cocoon, i wept,
for the change that would only make a greater world,
was finally appearing.
to you. the one person who has truly always been there. do not hate yourself. you deserve love.

inspired while listening to george harrison songs.

written: 11/19/24 at 2 am
published: 11/22/24
FAIZAN GANI Sep 2024
Some days I am Van Gogh's starry night,    
other days I am his parting letters.
Emery Feine Nov 2024
Dear Dreamer,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that no one loved you the way you loved them.
I'm sorry no one stood up for you when you needed it, like how you did for them. He never got the prison sentence he deserved.
He never moved on from you. He knew he could never replace you, and yet he hurt you, and I apologize.
They never reciprocated their feelings, even after you poured your heart into them.

I'm sorry that you recognized their footsteps and had to live in fear.
They didn't fight for you when you needed it, but blamed you, and for that, I'm sorry.
They told you that you were the "troublemaker" and the "angry daughter", but why were you angry?
I'm sorry that they crushed your dreams, Dreamer.

I'm sorry that you had to leave.
I'm sorry that they talked about you behind your back, insulting your name.
They destroyed everything you've ever touched and spread nasty lies about you.
I'm sorry that they altered the truth, the same truth you wished people had heard.

I'm sorry that they had tried to crush the hope and heartbeat of a child.
They turned your blazing fire into a simmering ash, and it was almost fully diminished.
But you kept it burning nonetheless, and you kept dreaming.
So though I am sorry that I wasn't always there, I was always hopeful.
Keep dreaming, My Dreamer.

Best Regards,
You <3
this is my 131st poem, written on 11/15/24
LL Nov 2024
W,

I kept thinking —
it'll be easier
if I get hit by a car

instead of going to work.

Love,
ML
Based on the DW documentary, "Burnout".
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