poetry sharing!!

Thanks!

The mimes, the mimes, they fill my mind
Looking, pulling, twisting time
The mimes, the mimes, won't go away
They want me to leave
I want to stay

The mimes, the mimes, fill underneath
Below hair, behind eyes, breaking my teeth
The mimes, the mimes, they lift their hands
They never know
Just who I am

The mimes, the mimes, they express thought
Don't speak, don't say whose battle's fought
The mimes, the mimes, they're stuck in me
But they don't know
Who I can be

That's kinda creepy but good!

I like it!

Bad Weather

It's all in your head
Dreaming in bed
For hopeless things
For present kings
If I had just tried
Swallowed my pride
Took off the blind
Someone to find
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Lying freak
Tongue-in-cheek
Hater who
Doesn't know what to do
An empty soul
A hungry ghoul
Who won't
Eat because of the front
She's created
Won't you stay alive
Take the dive
Bones, heart shatter
Doesn't matter
You're a missing brick
A tockless tick
They should be glad
Why are they sad?
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Smoking wreck
Unsigned check
Of a kid
Who likes what she undid
Sad little mess
An unwise guess
Of a worm
Who seems to like
The storm
She's created
Do you still care now?
My final bow
My final trick
To get so sick
Well now you have it
My new habit
Of breaking bones
I want to own
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than a
Hopeless child
Lost in the wild
Coming here
To explain tears
A distant fight
A muffled light
Shining now
Just to reveal the cloud
She's created.
I'm sorry father
You know your daughter
I'm sorry mother
I am no other
Than
A feather
A tether
Bad weather
No other!

Oh my God this is so genius, a tackles stick literally made me stop and go "wow"

Thank you!

𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟷𝟶𝟻 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝:

• 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙
• 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
• 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜
• 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
• 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜/𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊
• 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
• 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎
• 𝙾𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

It's four in the morning
And
I'm
Not
Asleep.
I love it.
I shouldn't.
It's four in the morning.
Shiny and sparkling and red and sting
And I go to get bandages
And lie back down.
Parents are out.
Siblings at camp.
I haven't left my bed in two days.
Staring at the ceiling
I can't feel my toes
Or my legs
Or my fingers
But it does sound interesting
Like I'm under water.
Maybe I should get a sandwich
Take my prozac
And write a few words.
My characters hate me now
I haven't been paying any attention to them.
I just realized I've been
Holding
My breath.
Neat.
Well, I'm seeing things.
I hate my imagination.
I get snared within my daydreams
It's rather annoying
Nevermind.
I don't have a function anymore.
I just
D
R
I
F
T
The door opens
And
The
Light
Hurts my eyes
For a second.
She sits down and tells me it'll be okay.
I must have been crying.
My eyes are damp.
I feel burning.
But I can't remember
Doing that.
Well, goodnight.

(Here's some bullshit I wrote a few months ago that I don't have the energy to rewrite so it sounds less cheezy.)

Wow that's amazing.

(Aww thanks! I tried! I'm always very literal for like, whatever reason, so sorry about the lack of cryptic metaphors.)

It’s crazy how little I’ve slept
Not to say I haven't tried
Sometimes I just can’t
Other times my body just won't
Maybe I’m too hot, too cold,breathing wrong, there’s always a problem
Not moving ,moving to much, laying on the wrong side, flip over, roll around, still no sleep
I Should be able to fix this shouldn’t I?
Am I broken? Is something wrong with me, And I deficient, unworthy.
Can’t I sleep any more?

its a bit darker than I normally write
They always come to the balcony.
They always have the same look.
And every time they look at me,
I fall into their book.

I listen to their crying
i help the best I can.
Even if I’m lying,
I still take up my stand.

It’s always different, yet the same
its always hard to bear
And each day’s another broken name
That I have to hear.

But who will come to the ledge
if I were to leave?
Would anybody guard the edge?
Would anybody grieve?

For all the lost lost and broken souls,
for all the ones that couldn’t see
would anyone come get me
If I was the one on the balcony?

Oh dear. That's simultaneously beautiful and horribly sad.

But who will come to the ledge
if I were to leave?
Would anybody guard the edge?
Would anybody grieve?

For all the lost lost and broken souls,
for all the ones that couldn’t see
would anyone come get me
If I was the one on the balcony?

I know this is corny and all, but we would <3

But who will come to the ledge
if I were to leave?
Would anybody guard the edge?
Would anybody grieve?

For all the lost lost and broken souls,
for all the ones that couldn’t see
would anyone come get me
If I was the one on the balcony?

I know this is corny and all, but we would <3

Aw. Thanks, random internet stranger.

But who will come to the ledge
if I were to leave?
Would anybody guard the edge?
Would anybody grieve?

For all the lost lost and broken souls,
for all the ones that couldn’t see
would anyone come get me
If I was the one on the balcony?

I know this is corny and all, but we would <3

Aw. Thanks, random internet stranger.

Awkward salute Anytime, Notebook sibling!