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itspixthecrazybitch · 3 months
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Sure breakups are sad and all but have you ever said I miss you to someone who’s been right there the whole time but neither of you are the same as you were and it’ll never be the same again?
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ptsd-poetry · 9 months
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Every day I mourn for my child self who did everything in their power to gain a sense of control.
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an3m1ctw1nk · 11 months
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vampires
teeth settle into your neck . . . . . . . . . drip . . . . . . . . . . . feel your life being drawn . . . . drop . . . . . ... ...now you will have to wait .... tik for the pain to slip away ,, . tok ..... and stay like me , .... drip . . .
for eternity .
.................. drop .
written: 01/04/19 @ 1:23 am
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cassisanasshole · 4 months
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this fucking poem i made on allpoetry.com at the age of 12 (cw SH)
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in honor of 2024 being around the corner i would like to announce the first poem i ever wrote on allpoetry.com at the age of 12 years and 4 months. coming up on a fucking decade on this piece in which my little awful shitty emo angsty self decided to both start and end the poem with the word 'forevermore',
You are not Edgar Allan Poe, you are a 12 year old girl
i cannot emphasize this enough. i look back on this as an adult and go what in the sweet ever loving fuck. who else was like a super fucking mentally ill 12 year old? i swear to hades, i asked for fallen for my 11th birthday. when i was about that age i drew this picture:
it was a girl drowning in some sort of body of water, with what i can only describe as a traditional comically large drowning boulder attached to her ankle. her cartoonish face stared, panicked, at the viewer--as her mouth, losing air with bubbles and all--uttered one last phrase, scribbled into a curly-q speech bubble.
"I'm going under!"
a callback to the timeless classic going under by evanescence, first track on the aforementioned album fallen.
when i went to school in the fifth grade we had computer lab. sometimes we were graced with the sweet, sweet blessing of free time. in my infantile years as i perceived it then, i did silly things like webkinz. but now i was too old for webkinz (in public--not at home) i was onto bigger and better things such as:
listening to 2012 bangerz such as starships and party rock anthem on full blast with one headphone hanging out to prove i was normal. and then, on hard days when i could not resist the temptation, pulling up evanescence and linkin park and green day and listening to them very quietly.
Nobody could know i was an emo in the making.
once middle school hit though, this was where i found myself: the troubled pubescent experience of being a girl forming kik groups with her in real life friend and random internet strangers. some of whom were our age, some of whom significantly too old to be interacting with us (we know this story.)
staying up til like...2 am! (sleep, child!) to try and convince these essentially random people to not yoink themselves.
well one of these internet friends i don't even remember his name, says all of that and then just disappears, so i wrote this poem. i guess it was what this experience stirred up in me considering i had definitely never seen his smiling face
anyway uh yeah i don't know what the fuck you're meant to take from this but
HAVE IT!
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g0atb0yluvsyou · 1 year
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𖤐 Demonic Romance
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somebadpoetry · 2 years
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The worst is not wanting tomorrow to start
Not because I don’t want tonight to end
But because tomorrow is coming too soon
I whisper into the night,
“Take it back, take me back,”
But I don’t know if anything is listening
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surreallyokay · 1 year
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🦷
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One More Time… Again
June 28, 2019
!!! Warning Mentions of alcohol and abuse !!!
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Why does anger feel
So satisfying?
The failure of I
Trying
Never felt this before
To hit a whore
Break a bottle over her head
Feel the rush
Rising
Like bread
‘Bout to blow
From your homestead
The sadness
Overshadowed
By revenge
Depression
Filled by
A bottle of whiskey
Is something a villain would recommend
The good in me
Is gone for now
The bitter rage
Inside me
Is enough to capture a crowd
But my demons
Are now free
After the dust settles
The good wakes up to a mess
Of his own making
While,
In the back of his mind,
His apex predator
Would be smiling
Brewing up a storm
To ruin a being’s life
Once more
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Self immolation is an interesting thing,
Letting the fuel soak deep into the core,
Taking the fire starter and raking it across your skin,
Until red licks of fire appear,
Burning their way out of you,
Until you are engulfed.
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arsenickittycat · 1 year
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I'll never be what anyone wants
and I'm not good enough to be what they need
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itspixthecrazybitch · 7 months
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ptsd-poetry · 22 days
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Freeverse thoughts
Lost in the winds gust | Opportunities slip through my fingers | Like the blossoms in fall.
One by one they drift away | I am effortless to contain them | In a prison of my own creation
All that remains | Is the memories of what could have been | Pressed and preserved | Between the panels of my psyche | Like petals between glass | To dry and become brittle | Until only dust remains
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an3m1ctw1nk · 10 months
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depressed teen nursery rhyme
one by one , i no longer feel numb . two by two , sorry i always disappoint you . three by three , turn away i don't want you to see . four by four , so many tears begin to pour . five by five , counting down the days i'm alive . six by six , all my emotions begin to mix . it all became too much to count , so i will just lay with my drought .
written: 03/18/18 @ 1:57 am
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juicysnoop · 6 months
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watched like 7 seasons of buffy in half a month something is wrong with me anyway ... him
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somebadpoetry · 11 months
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I wish I lived in a world that made it easy to care
If it was easy, everyone would do it
If it was easy, even I could do it
I wish I lived in a world where caring wasn’t synonymous with agony
Where caring was feeling love
Where caring was feeling joy
I wish I was more grounded in this world
As if what I’m looking for is just through the mist
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