Awwwww, thank you so much, I'm literally gonna cry from that lol
<3<3<3<3

Please don't cry, most times I'll read the most beautiful stuff but not really easy anything but I had to this time.

Dude stop being so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I do not

Want too much

A little hate

And a lot of love

To keep things
Even

As they say

Someone to be

My getaway

When life hits hard

And I’m afraid

They are right there

To take the blade

From trembling hands

And then they will say

“It’l be okay

Just one more day.”

Awwwww, thank you so much, I'm literally gonna cry from that lol
<3<3<3<3

Please don't cry, most times I'll read the most beautiful stuff but not really easy anything but I had to this time.

Dude stop being so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I'll stop being nice when you stop writing great poems, but until then…
Oh and love the Second poem too <3

@EWS-Blurry

Awwwww, thank you so much, I'm literally gonna cry from that lol
<3<3<3<3

Please don't cry, most times I'll read the most beautiful stuff but not really easy anything but I had to this time.

Dude stop being so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I'll stop being nice when you stop writing great poems, but until then…
Oh and love the Second poem too <3

Nooooooooooooooo

@EWS-Blurry

@justa_depressed_ghost lol

Lol honestly I've your work and you should be more confident when posting. The more bold (not arrogant) when you present your work the better reception you'll get
@EWS-Blurry

I love* sorry

Ohhh, thank you babe. That means a lot.
<3

No problem hun, and if you ever want some personal tips on any of your work just PM me. <3

Shouldn't I have known?

Why couldn't I see?

You needed me there,

But I left you waiting.

You gave me all of your love

For nothing in return.

Now you're up there all alone.

Waiting for me again.

A tear dropping as your final calling.

Why can't I reset the clocks?

What have I done?

A Song of the Past

The willow tree didn’t always weep
But life pulled her branches down.
I didn’t always long to just sleep
I didn’t always want to drown.

But the siren sang her enticing song
This way to success and to love-
Half way there I realized it was wrong
But I couldn’t go back- so I dove.

Headfirst into all my apologies
As sincere as I could remain.
Not alone in the slightest, but lonely,
Their words only sounded like rain.

Forgiveness can’t ever be earned,
But there was no grace left for me.
At least not from all the people who turned
Their backs, in a faceless sea.

So I curled up into a ball of regret.
Just me, myself and God.
And I let the tears fall, warm and wet
‘Til I dissolved the mask of fraud.

(So guess who had a wonderful day today,,,)

What happened? And is there anything that could help?

(So guess who had a wonderful day today,,,)

What happened? And is there anything that could help?

My friend has cancer, I have relationship anxiety, I have regular anxiety, my sister’s dad recently got arrested for (I'm not gonna say it, you can guess, it’s bad and it involved a girl and a gun) and my sister’s mom showed up at church yesterday, and all of these things have combined to form Voltron but Voltron is just depression.
And no, I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help.

(So guess who had a wonderful day today,,,)

What happened? And is there anything that could help?

My friend has cancer, I have relationship anxiety, I have regular anxiety, my sister’s dad recently got arrested for (I'm not gonna say it, you can guess, it’s bad and it involved a girl and a gun) and my sister’s mom showed up at church yesterday, and all of these things have combined to form Voltron but Voltron is just depression.
And no, I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help.

Well anyone of those alone sounds awful and I cannot begin to try and fathom all of them at once, and I have no pretty words to try and console you, but I'm here and I'm good at listening, so if you want to talk or rant get your mind off everything I'm here
@PunsAndShips

(So guess who had a wonderful day today,,,)

What happened? And is there anything that could help?

My friend has cancer, I have relationship anxiety, I have regular anxiety, my sister’s dad recently got arrested for (I'm not gonna say it, you can guess, it’s bad and it involved a girl and a gun) and my sister’s mom showed up at church yesterday, and all of these things have combined to form Voltron but Voltron is just depression.
And no, I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help.

Well anyone of those alone sounds awful and I cannot begin to try and fathom all of them at once, and I have no pretty words to try and console you, but I'm here and I'm good at listening, so if you want to talk or rant get your mind off everything I'm here
@PunsAndShips

Nope I’m fine, but I might post another angsty poem in a little bit

That's cool :)

!!Sensitive content ahead, I warned you!!

Shattered Glass Smiles

Shattered glass smiles
Litter the floor of this place, I can tell.
They’re bought with the coins
That never reach the bottom of the wishing well.

What they don’t tell you
Is how much it hurts when it breaks
How sharp fragments and pieces
Get stuck in your face.

When blood mixes with tears
And everything comes
To the surface, through the skin
Like the force of the drums.

Broken glass hearts
Fill up boxes lined up in the back room
Cracked and then left
On the floor in the bathroom

But people go on
In spite of their lack
In spite of their longing
Despite looking back

Shredded glass wrists
Bleed out through too many sleeves
So they made it a style
For anyone who grieves.

Shattered glass smiles
Are glued back together.
Broken glass hearts
Are altered forever
Shredded glass wrists
Will always have scars
And shattered glass smiles
Are found in the stars.

Shattered glass smiles
Are glued back together.
Broken glass hearts
Are altered forever
Shredded glass wrists
Will always have scars
And shattered glass smiles
Are found in the stars

holy heck. this stanza… it resonates.

!!Sensitive content ahead, I warned you!!

Shattered Glass Smiles

Shattered glass smiles
Litter the floor of this place, I can tell.
They’re bought with the coins
That never reach the bottom of the wishing well.

What they don’t tell you
Is how much it hurts when it breaks
How sharp fragments and pieces
Get stuck in your face.

When blood mixes with tears
And everything comes
To the surface, through the skin
Like the force of the drums.

Broken glass hearts
Fill up boxes lined up in the back room
Cracked and then left
On the floor in the bathroom

But people go on
In spite of their lack
In spite of their longing
Despite looking back

Shredded glass wrists
Bleed out through too many sleeves
So they made it a style
For anyone who grieves.

Shattered glass smiles
Are glued back together.
Broken glass hearts
Are altered forever
Shredded glass wrists
Will always have scars
And shattered glass smiles
Are found in the stars.

WOW
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WOW
ITS PERRECTTT HOW

(smol classic)

I'm sorry I forgot
To say what I really meant
I'm sorry the years fell by
And my eyes
Dried themselves
I'm sorry
That I always stupidly
Forgive you, sunshine

Sometimes you can grieve
If you're in your room alone
And the lights are glaring at you
And your guitar is out of tune and you can't fix it
And your head keeps pounding like a heartbeat
Because your stupid heart is taking over
And suddenly your eyes really are the ocean
And saltwater keeps running down your nose
And the waves start to rock you
And it feels good at first
But then you start to wear out
And the waves start to shove you
And you start to drown
And you're getting so beat up
You start to fall apart
Into small and dripping pieces
Flaking away until
You're almost strangled
To
But then you realize you're not actually alone
Because your mom comes stalking up the stairs to ask why you were punching your bed
And it feels like you're eating a rotten tomato
But you say you dropped something heavy
On your bed
And it was your heart
But you don't say it
For fear of throwing it back up

Who is that?
That can't be me.
That's not who I am
Who I'm supposed to be.

My mind aches at the sight.
Why don't I feel right?
This soul isn't mine.
It's in the wrong body.

If only I could be
The way I wish to be seen.
I wouldn't hurt so much.
I wouldn't be so dizzy.

I try to match my soul,
But it is always wrong.
Maybe if it would be better
If I swallow my pain.

I'll just be "myself."
Isn't that a simple solution?
I look in the mirror
and accept a cold fate.

Doomed to self-denial
And everlasting hate.

My problems are small
I’m loved
I still cry
So I wear sunglasses
My lip trembles as tears fall
I’m never happy
I don’t want to be weak
So I force a smile
Depression crushes me down
People give me their problems
My body’s falling apart
So I hold my head high
My thoughts are dark
I’m scared
I want to scream
So I tell the joke I heard last week
I want to hit something
I want to show the world I’m strong
I need to destroy
So I clench my fists tighter
I hide my pain
Because everyone feels the same
Because I don’t want to burden them
So I lie and I cry
As I will till I die

I didn't realize it.
Not at first, but slowly
So slowly, I guess I started to heal
Heal from all the wounds you left
And though I'll never be rid of these scars you left
I know longer feel the overwhelming pain of you anymore
You mean nothing to me anymore
Well not nothing
You'll forever be a reminder
Of a me I'll never be again
So thank you

this isn't mine but it's one of my favourite slam poems

Through Different Eyes

Sidenote: This is in a book characters POV about his past. It's pretty intense. It's about rape. Viewer Discretion is advised.

You can hear the screams, the deaming words and you want to help but there is just no way as your sister cries out, and your sitting on the stairs and your scared but you are only 6 years old. You can do nothing but sit there and try to block it out, hands boxed over your ears as the fear crawls up your spine and seeps into your mind and at only 6 years older your sister became a woman. As you sit there, trying to push it out, get it out, get away dream land any land just disappear. You want to scream you want to shout, get it out get it out get it out but what good what it do for you for you are only 6 years old. You feel desperate, you feel alone, and even though this is your house this is no home. When the thuds have finished, new ones start of fists and feet and getting away, of cuss words and bottles thrown, and wanting to hide away. But again you both are only 6 years old.

EV DID YOU WRITE THAT BECAUSE THAT IS FRICKFRACKING AMAZING

This is about me and my best friend, who I am realizing that I am losing her friendship and it's breaking my heart, because I don't know why.

We communicated through
Texts and
Calls and
Emails and
Stories and
Art.

We shared our
Hearts and
Minds and
Souls and
Stories and
Lives.

We shared our
Tears and
Triumphs and
Smiles and
Fears and
Crushes and
Breakups.

We shared our
Moves and
New friends and
Activities and
Songs and
Theater.

She moved,
I didn't.
I moved too, just
Two hours from her.
I thought
That we would become
Closer again.

She hasn't texted me in
Four days, when we used
To text every
Hour.
She hasn't shared
A story,
when they used to be shared every
Month.
She has a
Boyfriend;
I found out through
Facebook.

We were
Everything.
Now we are
Nothing.
And I
Miss her.

She hasn't said
We aren't friends anymore
But I
Feel it.
I am
Lonelier than I
Have ever been.
I am
Quieter than I
Have ever been.
I have cried
More than I ever have
Before.

The heart misses what it once loved,
And I haven't even told her
How much I want her
Back.