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Lost RoadI walked alone for too long.
The air tastes stale and dries my lips.
The future puts its weight on me.
It feels heavy enough to sink ship.
I’ve never liked winter.
It’s always been too cold for my liking.
A catalyst for dark thoughts.
A catalyst for lonely days.
But I never let it get to me.
I always walked on
With close ones always walking behind me.
At times they seem out of sight.
At times I could almost hold their hands.
I’m always afraid of what will become of me
But music calms me.
Though today it all sounds like white noise.
The frequencies hit my cerebrum as random as my thoughts are born.
I’m just as lost as anybody else.
Wandering these plains.
I don’t belong but I keep walking blindly.
Because it’s the only things I know how to do.
Besides, the only other option is end my journey.
Without ever knowing
What’s beyond the tall grass.
I’ve been told that
This place is dangerous.
We are all alone. Together.
We’re only starting
Scars and AcneI pick at my acne
To try to let out the part of me
I’ve spent so long trying to hide.
Instead, I find myself bleeding.
Left with scars that won’t heal.
Hold Up (3005)Hold up, wait a minute now,
I always want to be alone,
I’m bad at saying the saddest shit,
So I turned off my phone instead of partying.
Friends all around,
But I feel so the opposite.
I replace love with the weirdest shit.
This feelin’ I cannot handle it.
“Girl, I know that you like me,
Girl, I know that you’re lying.”
Girl, I tell myself that to boost my self-confidence.
I just want somebody here when the world ends,
So if I lose my mental
Just take my hand,
Even if you don’t understand.
Things A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 Things a Guy Thinks around His Crush but Will Leave out of Love Poems
My girl is kind of like a unicorn…
‘cause I have the problem of getting so socially awkward around girls
That I scare them as if I was the grudge
Or a mummy
Or a vampire (oh…wait)
This girl is cuter than a panda bear…
And Running through my head is a list of things
That I think around her but probably shouldn't
Things that I couldn’t possibly say to her face
But have no problem telling a bunch of strangers:
Why are you single?
Why are you not single?
You’re not asking her out right now
Don’t shit your pants.
I just shit my pants.
That’s a lovely pair of….
Maybe if I write her a poem,
She’ll fall in love with me.
What’s her name again?
Is she looking at me?
She’s looking at me.
Oh my God, she’s looking at me…
She’s looking at me
She’s talking to th
Paper PlanesWe use to fold paper planes together
By the dinner table after supper.
Once we finished we would write our deepest desires into them
And then throw them into open space.
We would watch as they glided their way
Across the plains.
We would see which one of our planes flew the farthest.
Which one of our dreams went further.
But that too
Like everything in life.
I got older
But I never grew up.
I got busy.
And you did too.
Our conversations now can be put into three categories:
Greetings, food and farewells.
Somehow, we’re both okay with that.
I sometimes pray to the same God that you say you once knew
To the one you still wear around neck
In hopes that maybe, one day,
Things will return
To how they once were.
See, ‘cause the plane that was suppose
To take me from my child to adulthood
Still hasn’t landed. Delayed
By a storm I cannot define.
And I don’t plan on ever leaving the roof
How could I? When I feel
JourneyListen to this here
Come with me now as we embark on this journey in between
The world of reality and the world made of dreams.
There’s nothing more real than the subconscious mind.
A god-like being guides our way to nirvana. And he’s calling
A black and white screen replaces these 88 keys.
The same ones that gave me the strength to believe.
So have a seat, listen to me rap, you’ll be here a while.
As I tell you a story that I frankly don’t understand.
The waterfall paints a face as vivid as you see me now.
And the water falls to the beat of my heart. A perfect art.
Soon enough, the water is drenched in red. As I see
People hitting their heads with rocks. Then they drop.
It’s a fucked up scene. But I find that I’m laughing.
Once I regain myself, I walk closer and ask why
But no one replies, too busy ending their lives.
So I stand there, helplessly watching the horror.
I don’t tr
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
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