I always suspect no one could ever get what I'm even talking about in poems except me, but whatever, maybe someone will. Also, it's a totally coincidence both these poems mention teachers. Edit: also a coincidence both my username and poem reference Salinger. Gah. I'm an idiot. The End It seemed like you'd always want to see a boy in the mirror but this week you want to see a little girl with pigtails and a peak cap. You listen to Use Somebody in the bath like you did at thirteen. The feeling of belonging has dissipated. You want to talk to your teacher about eye contact and special interests and misfired jokes. You think she'd half get it. You buy her a box of chocolates instead. These Are The Days These are the days my bomber jacket makes me want to read gay Shakespeare sonnets to no one in a park. My teacher liked my essay on The Catcher In The Rye but didn't see me crying at the lockers a hoodie not a hunting hat and won't you let me slip into his skin and walk around New York in Winter It's almost Summer now and it has been five years since I was up a tree and just let me slip into his skin and wear pretentious badges on my rucksack, "What now?" we wonder as we check our papers for the seventh time, I know that I'm not making sense but all the colours tend to bleed into a sort of brown and then I'm left wondering why I can't just slip into his skin, into the strings part of a Lou Reed song, my hands inside my crumpled pockets. ---------- Post added 13th May 2016 at 12:52 PM ---------- By the way, I really love this and also really love Laura Jane Grace <3
I wrote these when I was truly struggling with depression, I'm over it now, but I though I'd share either way. Spoiler About anxiety: Normal All my darkness inside my demons' make no effort to hide. I try to smile try to be brave but on the inside, I crumble in shame. Fear overcomes me, My breath weakes Heart best racing Frozen in fear, deals like death is near. But it's all on the inside, On the outside I shake. My world falls around me I feel 20 feet tall, And then It all goes back to normal. About depression / self harming: War Just do it, just do it they tell me One time won't hurt a fly. One slice is all it takes To open the door to a perfectly imperfect hell. Now they won't shut up, won't go away The voices telling me it's all okay. It'll never be over, it's hopeless. I'll do it a thousand times more. No one wins this battle No one wins this war. Don't mind the fact that every line starts with a capital letter, my phone does that automatically >.>
Sketchy like most of my poetic works, but oh well, whatever, nevermind. Requiem of a Broken Dream She strolled, curious as the critters themselves, unwitting, but not unseeing Her world reflected the same color as would later her clear, blue eyes Grey, her surroundings were hard in the unravelling, but not yet were they threatening But that was soon to change, as the demons in the back of her mind took form, and robbed her, not of what she had hope in, but of hope itself She killed the light in her eyes as the torrential storms threatened to claim her for their own Unseeing, she went forth, blindly seeking pleasure and abstraction from her being proper Ever seeking conclusion, ever navigating the same pattern of ambitious failure, she wandered, Unwitting, unseeing
Here's one I made some months ago. Only one I can really post because I was too ashamed and didn't like it enough to post it on my wordpress Other ones are findable online or in french :/ Liking Someone Who's Fatally Flawed I hear you say nothing the loudest you can It's beautiful As long as it's from you I'll listen Though I know it's hurtful We're both unable to do things correctly But let it last, let it consume us completely For now, let's just appreciate our perfectness Mend our hearts that's been a mess For far too long... Together we're so alone So will we when it's all gone
Truth in lyrics When it comes to the truth There is but one rule To follow the sublime is divine Not to do it is a crime. Philosophy leaves you sad, Science makes you mad. But poetry comes from the heart And that makes it the real art. When the poet climbs heaven’s stairs And angels come in pairs When love bathеs him whole And the sublime fills his soul He gives me his heart Until death do us part.
it was monochrome until the wind whispered her name she brought a rainbow and i was certain this love was worth the rain.
I wrote 16 bars over Ride by twentyonepilots This ride called life, I think I need a wife Not really, I'm gay, but still I still try To live my life, make the most of my time But still I still write this hella sick rhyme To make myself feel like i'm living it right Even when I'm stuck in a helpless fight I used to smoke weed but now it's not me Weed's expensive but life is free This ride called life, got it on my mind If only the path was as clear as Sprite If it was that easy, that would be tight But instead I'm here writing at night What's wrong, what's right, keeps me up at night Sometimes the bark can be worse than the bite The time is 3:09, I guess that's fine One last line of rhymes of mine This was all off the top of my head last night but I kinda like it
Spoiler I'd forgotten that I'd written this, When I thought it couldn't get worse, I thought this pain I'd never miss, Thought I'd end on a happy verse. But now I'm 18, and I've forgotten all I knew, Take me back to the summers before we grew.
That was beautiful! Very well done, and obviously very meaningful. Some poems of mine: An Autumn Evening An Autumn evening Chicken feet through fallen leaves Cool air on warm faces Solemnity Solemnity from every pore Silently contemplating his own mood A warm smile does him no good From anyone but I Solemnity, silent anger, and brooding remembrance Are no match for a dedicated love Parade Rest You'll see not a single smile Nor an expression on their faces Everyone is neat And straight laced Even with a DI breathing down their necks And a few months without even the thought of sex You'd think they'd be just a little more relaxed In something called Parade Rest Bright Man's Rest Bright Man's Rest is short but sure Rumpled hair and blanket on floor He twitches, dreaming of an old war Fear not, Bright Man, for that war is no more.
Is it just me or can’t you see You just belong together Don’t even play it cool We both know they’re into you Don’t lie, don’t hide I know I’m right So I’ll give you some advice Just kiss already They’re lips so close, you can’t miss it You’ll love it, really So just believe me And kiss already You’re basically a couple Holding hands and blushing Aren’t you guys a thing? It isn’t much trouble Your mouths already know the shape of their name If it goes wrong, I’ll take the blame Just don’t make me say it again Just kiss already Everybody’s waiting You can’t make a mistake Just get a taste It can even be chaste I don’t care, take a risk, just kiss When you’re not around They don’t make a sound Just stare beyond me, eyes sparkling And whenever you come up in conversation Which happens rather often Several hues of red are added to their complexion And I know that’s a contradiction But I’m gone in frustration Just kiss already Don’t make a fuss What are you even waiting for? Don’t act like it’s a chore Once you try, you’ll want more Please just hurry up and kiss. - Just Kiss Already, A poem written for the ships :icon_wink
A few months ago, you wrote this, in the hopes of better days, But you never knew you could feel so much worse, your future is a haze. And you've lost someone you love, and the only one who made you smile is gone. Inside your heart is only pain, and you don't want to go on, And I never knew such pain, I swear I never knew, Take me back to the summers I spent with you.
Hmmmm......*is nervous*.....never really shared this all that much before. Yes, the rhyme and a billboard did inspire this One, Two Know What to do? Three, Four Open the door. Five, Six Don't assume Cis Seven, Eight Don't assume Straight Nine, Ten Don't assume 'Them'.
Sinking Sorrows One day, you appeared at the corner of the street One day, I felt a peculiar yet rose heat One day, a faint fragrance enveloped our hands That day, a jubilant smile crept on my face Then, a rippling tsunami flooded our graceful garden I am sorry, I have to leave Or our boat will dismally sink In this frivolous sea that people falsely name freedom I’m sorry, I was not good enough Only my tears fuel this heinous ocean I’m sorry, if I admire your aura one more time Surging waves will devour our love Therefore I have to painfully tell you, Goodbye, my precious darling It is better for us to live in a perpetual distortion of truth (Hope that it wasn't too bad, it's one of my first poems that I've ever written! It's about how society sadly stops a gay couple to fall in love and be together.)
"I don't know me, don't know what I see." I don't really know how, I don't really know what, My heart'S racing one minute, then it's drastically flat. don't know why, I don't know me Does anybody really know everything they see? Does anyone know, can anyone comprehend? In this vast universe, will I just eternally try to blend? will anyone be willing to pull me out of this misery? Is anyone brave enough to see the unvarnished me? Try to break my wall, and get inside my mind Break my heart tremendously and then just leave me behind I am happy, I am sad I am indifferent, I am glad. I am strange and I am moody What the fuck! this is just getting silly. Don't know how, don't know what I Don't know me, don't know what I see.
The sad gift of life Little by little Bit by bit Ever so slowly But on fire within The fire burns low Grows smaller every day The gift we were given Will soon again away I wish I could stay I wish with all my heart But the clock ticks forward A shadow on the run No matter where I stop Or if I stop to fall The shadow on the run Never stops at all