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Lost Meaning

I'm not who I am,I'm not who I wanna be,I hate where I'm atI'm not what I say.I'm not who I claim to benothing to set me freeTrapped inside a shellis this me?I can't tell.Perfect,It's not mine to claimI deserve no such fameI used to treat life as a game,but that's what brought me to this world of pa..

Instinct

Trapped in a fatal instinct.I carry an ideal of a prince,When I find someone of those qualities I reach out.I reach out in desperation for that kindness.But my hand lowers as I take in the view,between the Prince and I,a field.A field of broken glassand the unruly truth that I will bleed o..

Peace

for judgmental people

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Forcing,Grinding,Beating,Breaking,Till’ it dissolves-But without reward. Without poetry.I wander through an empty house,With a blank slate.My mouth hangs openIn the frightful anticipation,A grotesque eager waiting To hear the crackle of the quiet,Long forgotten voice. Merry music to accom..

Windows

I look around and I’m not anywhere.I’m not in a cage with rusty bars, I’m not in a crowded room,Nor an empty one. I’m in a place that is nothing but black.I’m neither inside nor outside. It is neither light nor dark. But there are windows. Windo..

Alien

Melodramatic beat,A dark pulse,Bouncing inside me,Throbbing,Quite old in origin but timeless.Throwing myself into a trance, “believing the strangest things”up at the sky,longing,dismissive.A distant forrest beatPulling the flow of bloodEvery which way,Close my eyes and feel it travel thr..

Writer's Block

Trapped in a disorder,Surrounded,Encased by a series of heated lies,An arrangement of glass dolls by my side. Here it comes,An energetic melody that makes my heart beat fastAnd brain overreact So I cannot write proper poetry.So hyper, so happy, so nothing.Misery is in the pastBut still clinging tigh..

Drums

Tight skinPulled thinFrom the constant beating of the drum.My chest shakes and throbsAs the beating reverberates throughout,Beat it lightly,Tap it soft,Nothing but a memory when alone.A crowd grows near,Full of expectations I am full of fear.The pace quickens,The beating grows louder:Louder til..

Shy Girl

Don’t you dare ask me that question,I beg of you, stop looking at me.All of you stop!Just leave me be.I couldn’t even if I wanted to,I’m not meanI’m not crazyHow dare you say that I’m selfish,I’m trying my best but can’t you see?Clearly it’s killing me..

Cuss

It feels like tar on my tongue,My mouth is dry and my throat burns-Horrifying twists as my stomach churns.Those words still come easy,But my voicebox is chained and has to force them out. Why do I let them out?Those simple words will stay with me,Floating about and polluting all I seeThe memor..

Sixteen

I’m not sure I ever really wake into the world, I wakeinto memories. Sometimes I wake into memories that have yet to happen, and Ifear they never will. Eyes opening slowly, I’m not in my bed, but one with greysheets and a slick blanket. My head tur..

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a school assignment

Lost Meaning

I Am

(This was a school assignment to write a poem about myself...)

From the Heart of a Star.

A short story about the edge of the Universe.

Yellow

What do you do when you look around and all you see is black?You strain your heart each day as you search for something good,But only find the graveyard Where love comes to dieAnd lies grow like weeds.Holding onto that ropeWith bleeding hands,Holding onto the last strand of hopeWith a bleeding ..

Into the Light

Sheheard their screams in the distance. They were not dark screams, but light,happy ones. The screams of playful children giggling and teasing one another. This is what woke her. She opened her eyes and rubbed away..

Sunshine

So I will tell you this.My body is breaking.I spend my nights in agony,screaming,bones writhing.But I will tell you it's dedication.I'll look at your past-what you thought was a shining future-I see you look at me like a strangerA monsterA product of standardsSkinny-Athletic-Talented-Forced.But I wi..

Confession

The parasite I live for, my constant companion.

Happy.

I daydream constantly because reality hurts.I keep my eyes closedbecause when I open themI see everything I'll never achieve.I keep my head up in spacebecause there, even in death there is beautybut down here death is ugly,as with each passing day..I lock myself in my roombecause the world is a..

Rag Doll

See you quake in your boots,so sick,can't resist,Everything wrong,everything sicktoo irresistable,something's wrong in my head,something of desire,a dirty little need,get down on my kneesI got no problem, I will plead.Take me,take me anyway you wish take me fast- take me strong take m..

Selfish

I live to make others happy,all the time,every day,until my selfish needs boil up insideand i scream out"WHY?!""WHY CAN'T I HAVE WHAT I WANT?"I pray, tell you daily,I want oh so little,so tell me why,why can't I have what I want?What I want makes me happy,makes me smile so big,Makes me for..

Cat-Bus

Dedicated to the tragic and true story behind the Miyazaki movie, Totoro.

The Night Train

Active on the rails,speeding along,swishing back and forthas the body emanatesa glow and a shutter.A deep hum bouncing off the barriers,passer-bys hunch overas their long hair is thrustacross their pale faces,but they do not move.They do not move so they may later saythat they stood nearas the Night..

Shambles

Sometimes I come to realize thatmaybe I'm more broken than I thought.Who would want a broken girl?no one.Who would even like to come inside?Who would like to be the only one standing in an empty room that was once crowded.I'm picky.I'm mean-I run at the slightest thought of someone wanting to h..

Notes

It's the simple things that are hardest.The complicated,and the things that don't make any sense,they come naturally. But the simple things,the things that should come naturally to someone,I have to write them down. It hurts having to write them down.Waking up each morning to their big let..

Faint. (Bowie)

My shortest poem ever. Bowie inspired.

Chapter 5, Into the Pipes

With a few modifications,the trucks motor blades easily mutilated the lifeless bodies of the Kcommahxsoldiers. Blood and skin flew across the forest. A few blood drops landed onAerqurlyn’s arm. She bowed her head to lick them off. Cat-like eyes glowinggold..

Duck

Sometimes I wonder, but not for grandeur,-my mind does race as they go by. Pretty faces floatingbodies lean and tall, perfect figuresfor the perfect stance at me they do not glance.No, low should this responsibility be thrust upon them.Why should the swans slow their pace for an ogr..

Slump

Haven't done math homework for three weeks. needless to say, I've tried but my body can do nothing but give up on that subject...

Embers for my Monster

The thought of you again.Lurking in the shadows.Seeing the threads of my heart,my soul,begin to fray. I patch them up time and time againbut as the moment comes upon uswhen after many years,we are reunited.It is terrifying,I know,I will be scared.I will feel the need to cry.I will feel the need..

Ignorance

I condemn the ignorant. I persecute and judgeThe hapless swagstersWith their pants dragging across the pavement.Their style, their style I can judge.Their ignorance, I have no right.I took a look at the world.Wrenching my heart.Making..

Taiko.

This is a story/poem/ thingy/wibblywobbly/dream-like thing. Take from it what you will. The words are truth but also lies, I fell asleep to a dream like world, continued it while awake, and now, sleep

Stronger

You know when you have a song stuck in your head? except you only know one line? I had a terrible case of that with Kelly Clarkson's STRONGER, I heard it in a car commercial so all I knew was one line

Shapes

Sometimes we don't fit in because we aren't the right shape.

A Moon, a Mirror, and a Stormy Ocean.

The moon watches as the sun is adored by many but adores another, the mirror shatters as it cannot reflect anything that is happy, and the ocean twists and turns in hope and misery.

This is a story.

Alone.She eats alone,She sleeps alone,She breathes alone,She sings along,She draws alone,She writes alone,she thinks alone,she worries alone,she cries alone,she screams alone,she controls her frustration alone,she fixes her own problems alone,..But she does not smile al..

Cyrious

A poem of quick, confusing thought process. Maybe it's not so quick...

Chapter 4. And So He Was Born…

Sandy,quiet plains that seem to go on forever. A small disturbance ruptured theunderground roots and the sand above began to shudder. Into an Oblivion the manproceeded, the gates of hell opened quick as the bursting of a bubble. &nb..

Daze

Politics

This poem has nothing to do with politics.

If Only I Could Write For You...

This is an old poem... when I first fell for the sun but could only write about the monster... now there are different monsters... but the same light.

Loving Monsters.

She fell for the sun and chased it and chased it, but it killed her to know that she could not love it.. for she would always truly love the monsters of the earth.

A story.

...The story of a girl. She's been sick for a very long time but they can't find anything wrong with her. She's decided that she must be crazy, yes. Absolutely bonkers.

The Final Payment.

If you think about it... Life is a gift, a very expensive one. Eventually, whether we like it or not, we have to pay for the time we were given on this Earth.

Drip (Bowie)

another one for David Bowie.

Muddled

It's hard to concentrate, when my mind never stops. It doesn't stop to take a breath, it feeds off of nonstop chatter and anguish.

Swank (Bowie inspired)

The holidays aren't good for me, so I spent the night dancing in the dark to TIME by David Bowie, (Who got his name from the Bowie Knife) On repeat, this is the result.

Who'll Love-...........(Bowie inspired)

-Yet another poem inspired by David Bowie, specifically written in a dark room being enveloped in the tune of Aladdin Sane <3

Ch. 3: The Boy Of Cry...

A small battle for a good cause.