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Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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OH YEAH I FORGOT
I HAVE ANOTHER POEM

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Never have I ever wanted to be apart of your love life, nor be apart of the past ones.
You were never true , and always texted me like you would your friends.
You are the mudball amidst the chocolate factory, always ruining lives and the love for others.
You took my titanium heart and turned it into paper and stuck me away in your crumpled up feelings.
My friends warned me that you'd hurt more, and that you're a disease that'd only spread if you took us while we were down.
How dare you. Never again mess with the hearts of anyone else.
Never again will you take feelings away and make everyone smaller than you.
Don't try to guilt trip anyone who KNOWS your the sour candy.
You can suck it up, and eat a buttercup.

collected some unifinshed thoughts from valentines day last year. please excuse the hurriedness of it and the lack of formatting.

Hunger Of Snow
By Me
Snow is here because it's below freezing
Things will come out and play Because it's no long day
I’m freezing to the bone and I’m not at home
The hunger for snow has taken over me, I’m becoming the monster of the snow
On footprints in the snow, Silence down below
bitter cold is just the glitter gold

Shin-Shin, The snow is coming
The Thin-Thin man is coming
My Skin-Skin is turning to ice
The howling of the wind
The allowing of the kind snow

Then is a different type of howling in the snow
The one that can make you start frowning
It's a wendigo or the hunger of Snow
It stands tall, thin, and it ran its hand through the snow
Its shows the dangers of selfishness, and its looks hellishness
It had no skin, only fur and the monster within.
It had a deer skull and it had symbols on its body like if it was part of a cult
It's got in my face and said these words with a smile

“Hunger is not the monster everyone thinks it is
The true monster is mankind and the ladder we all climb
Tell your kids about this story and this forest will not become glory”

In a blink of an eye, it was gone
I feel like a little faun looking in the eyes of a great minotaur
I started walking but kept falling and coughing
My guts came out, little by little, cut by cut

I woke up and was as scared as a mouse
I’m laying in the snow by my house
I didn’t know what happen that night
But I will tell this story, like if I was in a fight

well uh… people are sharing emotional poems… NOW I SHALL TRY TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD!

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What We’ve Become

I dreamed of you, someone so far away
A dream so sweet, I feel my heart start to decay
But I’m too shy to say the words I have
So I kiss the wind, hoping you’ll understand

Another dream, another time I could see you
Again so sweet, I think I’m falling deeper too
But I’m too shy, I couldn’t say it this time
And because your lips are not yet on mine

I love all the things we have become
I love that I am your moon, and you are my sun
I love all the things we share in life
The silly things you hate in yourself, but are cute in my eyes
I love all the stories that you’ve told
They all make me feel like I am finally whole
I love you with all my life
I wish I could say that eye-to-eye…

Not fast enough that I could be your first
But just enough that I could comfort your hurt
I can’t say all the things I have in mind
‘Cause we’ll have to be here for another million lives

When the nightmares come, I’ll chase them all away
The bitterness, I’ll hug you ‘til you are okay
The ups and downs, I wish to share them forever
And to kiss your lips, and to call you my lover

I love all the things we have become
I love that you don’t like kids, but still want a son
I love all the things we share in life
The little things you do that makes my eyes shine
I love all the stories that you’ve told
They all make me feel like I am finally whole
I love you with all my life
I wish I could say that eye-to-eye…

falsified memories

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a hand reaches out to me
my name written on its palm
for the world to see
and as it nearly got grip of my arm, it withered away

there was a split second
where i felt a ray of hope shine down on me
but that light soon dimmed
leaving me alone with my thoughts

i look to the locked door
trapping me in this hell
cracks in the door's hardwood begin oozing a deep crimson
and my thoughts consume

suddenly, i think back
to all of the good times i've had
and i am reminded
of my value
and of my worth

i've been saved…
…all thanks to you.

Anger in me.

It's been years

since the anxiety, depression and anger appeared

oh but the anger

I can't even remember life without the anger

festering beneath my skin making my blood simmer and boil

I've held it close for so long

I don't know who I'd be without it

The mere thought terrifies me

It's had It's claws dug in my heart far too deep

and far to long

It's tentacles are wrapped around my lungs

seeping into my veins

Like weeds I can't root out

I know It's not healthy

but the anger is who I've become

And I'm not ready to let it go.

…Minecraft Manhunt sonnet
Need I say more?

A faceless warrior, ruthless, brave, and wise,
Renowned for quickness, wit and courage strong.
And known for bringing those to their demise
Who chase him down on stretches wide and long.
O’er mountains, plains and valleys, even Hell
He always thinks so many steps ahead.
He navigates the world so very well,
When journeying to find the very end.
The anguished screams of those that he has slain
Will echo through the world for years to come.
And in the end, the ones that still remain
To his own vict’ry, they will all succumb.
Adored by millions, he will always be
The one that many strive to one day meet.

I can't stop with these damned sonnets but here's one for Eret that I wrote solely because "he told them it was never meant to be" is in iambic pentameter:

There lives a king, a figurehead at best.
When revolution called, he joined the fight.
But little did his comrades know, he’d next
Make use of buttons, paired with dynamite.
He told them it was never meant to be.
And little did he know, that single line
Would be a part of his world’s history
To be repeated ‘till the end of time.
And on this day, he lives atop a hill
Inside a castle draped with colors bright.
And even through the toughest times, he will
Sit on his throne and keep his head held high.
He curates a museum that doth hold
Those artifacts whose stories must be told.

And then that wasn't enough for me, so I spent a study hall writing one for Tales from the SMP, I'm most proud of the last two lines for this one:
There is a man, a traveler through time.
His great adventures, readers may know well.
He has a special book, and you may find
His journal does hold all his tales to tell.
From villages, the West, and masquerades,
To his adventures, nothing can compare.
And each and every time one turns a page,
The words he’s written almost take you there.
The world is always eager to lay eyes
Upon his latest tale, and what it holds.
In each new story, new adventures lie
And each adventure has much to behold.
Dear readers, if you have the chance, do look
Inside that purple, spiral-patterned book.

A Matter of Time

It might’ve been fate…
It might’ve been luck…
It might’ve been love…
It would have been enough.

If I could live in this moment,
Forever staring right into your eyes.
You shook your head and you ran away,
And for that I apologize.

I want to make up, for the times,
I made you feel dead, yet feel so alive.
Your heart could you give it…
To someone you despise?

One, I never know when I will die
Tomorrow might be my last day alive.

Two, I’ve never met someone so
Amazing, I’ll trade everything for your soul.
Stay alive.

Three, I’ll love you til I die.
‘Cause God knows forever’s too short,
For the love of your life.

Four, I feel so alone.
Whenever you’re gone, I’m all up on my own.
I need you, I want you, I feel you, I crave you.
Is that too much to ask your broken soul…?

Five, I am leaving soon.
My body grows weaker with every new breath that I take.
Take care of my daughter, if she will grow up,
To marry your son, that would be enough.

Six, I don’t know when I will return,
I can’t attend the wedding, I can’t give her my blessings.
I want to wake up some day, feel your touch against my skin.
The only thing I feel is the burden of my sins and—

Seven, I leave this soul broken.
Bury me somewhere where my body can’t be taken.
I’ve lost enough, I cannot lose again.
Promise me you’ll visit whenever you can…

Eight…
I feel the pain as the battlefield falls silent.
I’ve killed a hundred men, all of them were part of the innocent.
I chased a dream, the spark I turned into a flame.
I wanted the glory, I wanted history to know my name.
And yet— the silence consumes.
It eats away at those who were shot, and the ones who did shoot.
The last scent that I got was of bloodshed and white sage.
My brother laid beside me, half alive, and half dead.
But I fought… I fought until my lungs gave away,
I want to be with you, for at least one more day…
And yet… my wish was never answered,
What God granted me was a bullet through my shoulder and another…
Through between my blue eyes.
The ones you used to stare into with those damn glassy eyes.
…
My body lays at rest at its end,
My body lays behind the church you visit on the weekends…
I miss you already, but it’s a matter of time,
I promise, we’ll meet again in another life…

ALTRINCE
HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY WITH YET ANOTHER EMOTIONAL POEM
THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING BUT-

NO,
IM NOT CRYING
YOU'RE CRYING JLKSFLJKFSDKJFSDKLJSDFJKLSFDKFLDD

I— HELLO, HI THANK YOU
YOU’RE CRYING,
I’M CRYING,
WE’RE BOTH CRYING SO YES—

I wrote this in literally five minutes for poetry month since it was late and I didn't have a poem for today. Heavily inspired by Hozier's Shrike, but I'm actually kind of happy with it. Let me know what you think.

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Remember me, love.
Though I could not utter them,
The words hung above,
Of your holy form, like a
Body, mounted, teeth bared.

Remember me, love.
For my virtues uncounted owed,
To you. As your darkness draws
Me in, is darkness all I can give.

Remember me, love.
For your warmth gave me life,
Like your scorn made my breath,
The last. I cannot shout,
If a whisper is all you need.

Remember me, love.
When you leave, your glorious
Thorn will leave my heart
And as the prey you have made me,
I will not stop the blood that pours.

jesus christ
i love it

wrote a short abstract poem about my synesthesia :)

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i feel the noise
pour onto my hands
smelling sweet, like the sound of your voice
and tasting like the ground i stand on

strikes of thunder tasting sour
rainbows dripping from my eyes
ringing noise goes down my throat
and endless pitfall of nonsense

letting myself go insane
the images of strawberries resting snug on my tongue
unsettled impulses shouting back and forth
never going back again

a short h a i k u because that's the only thing my brain can come up with

italicized for ~effect~

In the end, doesn't
Blood always seem to end up
On somebody's knife?

ooh mj i like it
also salem very cool!! synesthesia is very interesting

another synesthesia poem-

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stomping feet sound like static haze
a cloud of nonsensical fog
unsure of where i am, or even who
unwanted maturity consuming me as if i were sunday dinner

screaming, shouting
tasting bitter like an unpeeled lemon
her sweetness rivaled by that fog yet again
leaving me to my useless devices

system shutting down
just to wake up mismatched
over and over,
the cycle repeats for 17 years forward

While laying by the door you came and said you loved me still. I replied that I do too and you promised to see me tomorrow. Then you went in and closed the door.
I never wanted to leave you. I do still love you so.
But, you see, I wouldn't be there tomorrow. I knew it was my time to go.
I know if you had known my plan you would have never let me go. It was my time though.
My walk off the porch was slow as my bones creaked, being so old. There were many stars in the sky, like there had been on our first adventure. We had many of those.
You always said that we would always have our adventures together. I hope you understand though.
This is one adventure I have to do alone.
I stopped t the end of the driveway and looked back. The light in your room was still on.
With a sad smile and dip of my head I whispered my last words to you….
"I love you, goodbye."
May they rest with you for all eternity, especially as you heal.

you are all insanely talented,, salem that figurative language is immaculate, and warrior that storytelling aaaaaaaa

Why
Does she have to explain how a body works
Why
Do we watch on the sidelines of people being bullied
Why
Do we over look the facts of our government's corruption.
Why
does the armed forces get away with more than the average person.
ALL I ASK IS WHY
WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL, DESTROYING MOTHER EARTH
DESTROYING THE BONDS OF NATURE
DESROYING OUR HUMANITY
Ruining the lives of children.
Why
does it seem okay for sex trafficers to get away with rape and murer while we look at the colored as an alien race. Even if we are in the land of the free
We are not free, We are in fact, corrupted in our own minds that we forget what love is, what family means, and what we are truely here for.

@PunsAndShips aaa thank you!! :D

had a wacky dream last night
wanted to remember it so i wrote a poem about it (i also might draw it soo)
this one's longer than the other poems i've written i think?? idk

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an endless maze
saturated colors covering
a senseless unease
driving me mad

beyond what we knew to be insanity
there lay a young girl
unbeknownst to the trauma all around her
and fearless in the face of imminent danger

that girl is familiar
as if i had been her in another life
oh, how i wish i had met her then
maybe then this wouldn't hurt as bad

i drive the knife into her porcelain skin
apple juice seeps from the wound
the tenderness of a child
pours from her eyes

i regret nothing
and yet i regret everything all the same

(mine are lgbtq ones)
Troy and Javelin A TRANSGENDER POEM
1 There once was a girl named Javelin
2 Who always liked the name Kavin
3 She never knew why
4 But then she found out why,
5 There once was a boy named Kavin
6 Who’s deadname is also Javelin
7 Now that He’s a boy
8 He doesnt have to toy.
9 There once was a boy named Troy
10 Who liked the name Malloy
11 He started making plans
12 To coming out as trans
13 There once was a girl named Malloy
14 Who’s deadname is also troy
15 She loves her hair in curls
16 And she loves to spin in swirls.

Kavin and Gavin a gay poem
There once was a boy named kavin
Who always liked his friend Gavin
More than a friend, maybe true love
There once was a boy named Gavin
Who always liked his friend Kavin
He never new why but then he found why.
So he told his friend Kavin
Kavin told him the same
Turns out they were both gay

What am I?

I've never questioned my body

not in the way some do

I've always been a girl

Always

but one day

someone used the world they

they meant me

and I felt strange

Like a puzzle piece clicking

like when your ears pop

and I felt like me

More me then before

if that makes sense

So now I'm here and questioning everything

I've always been…

made a poem for today's daily prompt on commaful, which was "clock"
i'm super proud of this poem so i thought i'd post it here too

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dripping wet solitude
soaking up our sorrows
losing all our air
in time's unruly grasp

we rest our head on the grass
as fireflies dance across the sky
temptation closes in
and i fall in love all over again

the world freezes around us
it's just you and me now
together, we gaze at the sky
and the past's bruises fade

"we'll finally be okay;
the stars will protect us."

"whales"

lazy day on
the sea
winding round the
bends
wishing for
something out
of my reach
a mournful call
breaching the silence
of summer
a splash
somehow graceful
yet childish
a whale

We’re going on a journey
through waters and through fog
Make me this one promise:
don’t leave behind the dog.

Our wagons are old and creaky,
we’re in for a wild ride.
But don’t leave behind the dog;
I couldn’t stand his whine

We’re scared of this new road
and we haven’t started yet
But promise me this one thing:
we won’t leave our dear pet.

Sure there are other things
and people and new friends
But I love this one young canine
and I’ll love him ‘till the end.

So you can carry on
with your money and your grime!
You keep on with your things
and I’ll keep on with mine.

We’re going on a journey
through waters and through fog
Make me this one promise:
don’t leave behind the dog.

wrote this thinking about jesus christ superstar . great movie