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[blooms-for-poems]

Favorite Person

I am a raging fire

Burning all the places I once called home, 

All the people I once warmed. 

Then I am a soothing river

Reflecting memories I do not understand, 

Feeling emotions I cannot express. 

There is a battle inside my head;

Both sides fighting for a peace that will never arrive, 

Not if we do not stop and ask for help. 

But this is a war that I cannot win, 

And I am so sorry you got caught in the crossfire

Of all of the words I could never say. 

You were my favorite person, 

But that is not a title you should want

From a heart as broken

And a mind as twisted as mine. 

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[yoongimain]

Beneath the Rock Elm

I had grown here, with a roof over my head, and riches beyond comparison. 

No warmth, or place to be called mine.

A future as bright as the stars we’ve gazed upon, haunted by loneliness.

I had fear.

The day had come, masked in the fragrance of roses and baby's breath.

I sacrificed my place in your heart. 

Bitter is the feeling beyond there.

Memories frequent me often.

I longed for that feeling of our hands interlocked under the sunset. 

The fullness of your laughter that vibrates beneath my cheek. 

The hues of orange and purple that colored our mid-summer skies. 

The essence of the green leaves brushing over our resting form.

The warmth that filled my heart from your auburn eyes. 

Years may pass, but the sound of your heart could never fade away. 

Perhaps, I lived as a shell. 

An empty vessel with no movement. 

The lights were dim when he set me free, but the fire in my heart had never burned brighter. 

Beneath the Rock Elm is where I was to find you.

When the time had come to be, you were already gone. 

Only then have I come to realize it.

You have also forfeit the place in my heart. 

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[yahgirliiiviioi]

For her;

gloom burdened and

weeping clouds, relieved from boisterous summer thunderstorms, float

vagrantly above fields littered with flowers.

a tender breeze

rolls through us as the

wilted flowers persist in disregarding

their temporary petals plastered

in bright rays of sunlight. continuous beams peek out and

reach down, radiating

between the smallest parts of ourselves, bringing warmth back

to those forgotten groves.

Autumn looms ahead,

acting as a memorial for the

heat-stricken rage, suffocating

humility, and scorning drifters.

promising greener pastors ironically, as

trees pass as chameleons.

leaving the

weight of fragility to

find solace in the

thought of reincarnation.

mementos, like thistles,

stick to your socks.

carried unknowingly as you walk,

away through the woods,

onto unburdened paths.

at which we find ourselves, under the same clouds coated in moonlight,

and I'll be here to

help you pluck out the thorns.

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[mischief-managed-18]

These Poems

I thought it would get easier.

I thought the more time that passed it would hurt less and less.

It's coming up on three years and it still feels like a knife in my heart.

My friends keep getting pregnant and don't even want another baby and I smile tell them I'm so happy for them when I'm screaming inside my head.

Every baby I see is a constant reminder of the failure that is my broken womb.

I smile and tell him I'm perfectly fine with it just being the two of us forever but it's a lie and he knows it.

He repeats the same empty words back to me with the same empty smile and we don't talk about it for another month.

Every month I beg and plead to an unwavering God.

Every month I sit in the bathroom and silently sob.

I haven't bled in months and the tests are still negative and every single line shoves me deeper into the sadness and depression.

Sometimes I cry until I can't breathe and then I'm numb and just sit and stare.

I try to think of happy poems but there's nothing there.

These aren't the poems I can share with my friends.

These are the poems I keep hidden in my notes.

These are the poems I share with strangers on the internet.

These are the poems I never know what to name.

These are the poems I never know how to finish.

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[sonderyears]

I crack under pressure I may have created

my skin spills red into hidden fabric

bandages shifting

threatening to expose what’s filled in but never the same

and let the world know I break

And they can’t know I break

They’ll want to watch next time

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[ohhiitsradcat]

the emptiness echoes

a mournful lament of

discontent for a life

full of wonder lost

on a journey to find

the meaning of

love and happiness

-Cassandra Coxon

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[charlie-and-mushrooms]

So many feelings, twirling

So many words, disappearing

Ten thousand thoughts

Swirling in the void

Fading, disappearing

I reach and grasp

But it's no use

The words, the thoughts,

They're gone.

I catch a handful

But they're the wrong ones

I watch the ground as you ask

Over and over

Why can't you do it?

Is there something wrong?

And I just shrug

Because the words, the thoughts,

I'd had so many, only moments ago.

But now, they're gone.

Betrayed me

And I'm left here alone

Alone with the questions

That I have no answers for

Because the words,

They're gone.

But what can I do?

I open my mouth like a fish

And the only thing that comes out is

“Sorry”, or “I don't know”

Because they're the only words left

Still here

The rest have run,

They've gone so far away

And these are the only ones who stayed.

But they're not the words

You want to hear

I know

I see it in you face

I hear it in your voice

But there's nothing else

That I can say

-A poem by me, Charlie

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[pastturnedwriting]

The Glass Child

"Sorry, your brother needs me"

"This is important, maybe another time"

Always told to me, no matter how much I plea

I want your attention, is that a crime?

You act like I'm see through

Like you don't know I'm there

Is that true?

If something happened, would you even care?

What can a do to get your attention?

Maybe a broken arm, a bit of poison?

How I want to spill crimson

Then, I can be the main focus and not a gremlin

But instead, I feel made out of glass

Where no one sees me

Everyone is a pain in the ass

I guess its ment to be

~Soul

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[backwood-sys]

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[sashapearl23]

My inner child squirmed

My inner child convulsed

She's exerted

She's perverted

I'm meeting her finally

I'm feeling her righteously

She's the devil

She runs the coven

We accept our past

We accept our path

In serendipity we float

In serenity we gloat

What comes next is dire

What comes next is fire

- Sasha Pearl

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[blooms-for-poems]

Give Me Your Baggage

Give me your baggage, 

I'll carry it for you. 

Tell me your problems, 

I'll take care of that too. 

Hand everything to me, 

I'll make it wash away. 

Let out all your monsters, 

Regardless I swear to stay

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Vanity

Oh, vanity is sorrowfully

pretty like me

with eyes splashed with midnight ocean whirlpools

and onyx, winged with soot butterfly wings of lashes

and rose petals dashed with the setting sun's rays as lips

Golden wine splashed over canvas as skin,

an archer's bow with a crooked little mistake at the top of impish carelessness as a nose,

Cheekbones taunting and high like any hope,

She looks like me over a sliver of a mirror, and she tempts

me to glorify her and me with her trickster's smile.

P.S. Yes I am obsessed with the idea of glorified vanity after reading this side of paradise by f. scott fitzgerald.

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[distinguishedmonobraincell]

I honestly can't understand why, but the only time I can actually write is in boring classes. Like everything I post is done over the school network lol.

So I'm just finishing off smth rather long about dear monsieur Neuvillette. His eyes are just wayyyy too pretty to do nothing with.

And I mean hydro dragon, hydro dragon don't cry also got smth about it

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[mischief-managed-18]

The Fight

Looking like she had it all together.

Hair piled to the sky, skirts below the knee

if not to the floor,

sleeves perfectly measured 3 fingers above her elbow

heels as high as she could get them and still be considered ‘holy’

The boldest accessories were the bags under sad eyes and the scars decorating soft thighs and arms

This was the only jewelry

Carefully wrapped in a trench coat of bitterness, shame, and pain.

Years pass like decade then like days.

Hair chopped, color changed

Trading skirts and dresses for jeans and leggings

Shedding those long sleeves for tank tops and crop tops

Switching from 'holy' heels to angry platform boots

Yet the accessories still remain.

Ever a maximalist, more can be added

The bags shoved under yesterdays makeup

Scars now covered with tattoos and ink.

These new boots stomp down the feelings and the pain until they are small enough to fight

Small enough to crush under the heel

pressing down until they explode

Splat!

Leaving scars in their acidic wake as a reminder of what used to be.

Now, breathe, relax.

She allows herself to sit down in the mess she is surrounded by.

Her war worn boots and clothes muddied from the fight and smoking from the sparks that flew from the fires of her spirit.

Exhausted and weary

Her soul is quiet.

Demons conquered and caged in the back corner of her mind.

Looking into the mirror and seeing herself in all of her holiness and glory

Nothing left to fight, no demons to conquer.

The horizon is quiet.

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[ohhiitsradcat]

Pick your poison, she whispers, as she drinks in the disappointment from another day of a listless life rocked by shattered day-dreams

She looks around at the endless wreck her time here has been and a devastated sigh escapes the depths of her soul; her environment a direct reflection of the mess inside

She lights what she considers her elixir of life; a true savior of the battle inside oneself

In time, she will become the hero in her own story, but for tonight she rests

-C

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[charlie-and-mushrooms]

Lungs a rope and my chest is tied

Air is on low supply

Thoughts are racing

But no thoughts to race

Here is where I cry

-a short poem, by Charlie (me)

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