#highschoolpoetry

[thefakegeekg1rl]

A friend brought me a copy of our high school literary magazine. Y’all…my teenage poetry 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 . . . . #literarymagazine #nilesnorthhighschool #nilesnorth #litmag #literarymagazines #teenpoetry #teenagepoetry #highschoolpoetry #lol #calliope #poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CjjG19QrUHL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[my-peculiar-youth]

The Ghost of My Sickness

I still remember the taste of her on my tongue. Or the feel of her brittle hands around my throat. Id often scream for her to let me go but the more I did, the more shed swallow me whole. I keep her in a cage in my mind, when everything`s quiet I hear her cry. This memory of her is violent. She paces around her cell bashing her head against walls, pulling out her hair and clawing at her bones. She was a pretty girl. I often feel guilty about killing her. She looked so weak with my hands around her neck, my fingers slicing her skin. Her face was blue and her eyes bulged with terror. They told me once I killed her id be happy, that id no longer feel pain. They told me I would feel victorious. After her death I felt nothing. At times I think she was a good girl with bad intentions. When she finally passed I felt alive, I forgot what it felt like to be starving, I felt as if i never had to be hungry again. The water from my lungs seeped out and I caught air. No one would warn me of the the howling from her cage. Only of the success, only of the moments I wouldn`t be left feeling empty when shed drain blood from my pours, plucking away at my nerves. No one one would warn me of the after life. For when she`s not gone. For when her ghost is my prisoner and she haunts me for her release.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #poetic #highschoolpoet #highschoolpoetry #writing #writerslife #writers on tumblr #writting #mental health #disordered eating tw #tw eating stuff #mental heath support #mentalheathawareness

[ekeotuken]

Highschool Poetry

This is how i show you - Morning glory Just how I feel This is how the stars Aligned my life This is how the sun Sets the shadows That leave me in the dark This is my story Written for you In the blue sky clouds Summer boy I will show you How the land whispers The secrets of my life

#Highschool #highschoolpoetry #teenangst #poetry #poem #shadows #dark #secrets

[sarajoel]

Dysmorphia

I am fighting an enemy I cannot face - She wakes me in the morning and fights me to bed at night 

Tears melt onto my pillowcase while I try to escape to sleep

I’m suffocated at night while she attacks my subconscious and so exasperated and weary during the day that she easily sways me to fits of anxiety and insanity 

making every clear thought obscure and every objective unattainable

She sucks my ego and my pride and contours my prospects to display a harrowing future - With trembling hands I paint my face, I wear her clothes and speak her thoughts

I embody her porcelain face and allow the bile to build, the lies to taint my view so much so that the family, friends, the life I had are nothing more than a facade

I can’t survive this way I know 

Shallow doesn’t even begin to describe the void inside - The bathroom scale proves this to be true - The mirror tells another story 

The makeup can’t hide the pain - the clothes might as well be garbage clinging to my slender frame

Already web like cracks tour my porcelain face threatening to expose my true features - She will censure this flaw and fix it too - re fabricating me until I am no longer running from her

 I am her - I am Perfect

I am beautiful as defined by this world and I am hideous - And I am hallow - And I am still not her.

#mental health #pretty #emotions #thoughts #feelings #eat #bulimia #anorexia #inspiration #poetry #highschoolpoetry #literature #authors #writer #bibliophile #bulimia nervosa #anorexia nervosa #purge #binge #love #hate #body dysmorphia #body dysmorphic disorder #dysmorphia

[maplesyrupsandcoffees]

As She Blooms

The night start to come

The sun goes down

Sitting at the backseat on a traffic jam

Gazing at the light on every town

Arrived on a magnificent palace

Eyes roaming on every corner

There, seeing a sad lass

Behind of nowhere, a loner

As the lights grew bright

The chills went all over her

Now feeling the stage fright

Doubting to hear a murmur.

But as the night ends

Her beauty stands out

Reaching high and slowly sends

Her smile, north to south..

#highschoolpoetry #onceapoet #digitalarchiving #polengwrites

[dangerouslyexpressive-blog]

Iniquity Awaits Them

Laden figures with bated breath listen to the fog With empty fingers they reach out to touch it Wisps of smoke dance in the direction of home The fingers curl and withdraw

Iniquity awaits them

Monsters creep in padded hallways Sleep on beds that don’t belong to them The fog rolls about the floor, as if to entice the figures to it They know they have home no more

Iniquity awaits them

False words hide them Blindfolds that cover their souls They have no faces, no names Still they are granted damned passage Still they cannot go home They will be found

Iniquity awaits them

The door is thick with thorns But the knob easily turns They push it open as one They expect no amity

Altruism is a statue that has been destroyed

Iniquity awaits them

The pieces are too many and too far to find Too late to piece back together Too broken to mend Shielded by the fog Protected by the people it used to serve

Laden figures with bated breath listen to the fog It feeds them lies.

#Poetry #HighschoolPoetry #Lesbian #Iwrotethisawhileago

[ramyanique]

DEBORITA

“Hello?  May I speak to Deborita?” A silent pause at the other end of the line. Momentary hesitation, disturbing anxiety As furtive glances are exchanged. “Well, she…” an incoherent stammer, As more anxious looks are exchanged, presumably! Sensing the tension, I elucidated: “She has something which belongs to me. I need that for school tomorrow.” Skipping heartbeats, muffled voices, the receiver exchanging hands. A cautious yet wild voice: “You’ll get it back soon, I’m sure.” Irritation surfacing, “When? Tomorrow at school?” Fully aware of her absence in class the next day. Frantic breathing into the mouthpiece. Exasperation pressing down on me, With an edge to my voice: “When is she ‘visiting’  school again?” Her long absenteeism, her silent wordless glances, her solitude, Intrigued me. Probably I  sounded rude. The disconnected line beeping into my ear. Conveyance of  the sensitivity of the subject. Will a different angle of approach be useful? Redial button: redialing  Deborita’s number, My mind delving into its own realm of thoughts As the monotonous rings pierce the sober silent sanity of my mind. All I desire is to break into the impenetrable cocoon Which she has veiled herself in. But all those friendly gestures, smiles of camaraderie, and reassurances of friendship, Met by a cold, incomprehensible gaze. The praises, indulgence in her work and futile attempts at socializing Met by the same searching gaze, seeing yet unseeing. The tedious frantic rings fading away into a more regular tone of disconnection. The forlorn mysterious eyes fill my vision Even though my fingers work on the buttons. What do they convey? Her eyes? Do they warn me of her inner monster Or dreams unfulfilled, hopes shattered? Do her brooding yet impassive eyes try to imprint on my mind The excruciating pain of loneliness and heartbreak, Of lost and forgotten friendship? Her ever dilated pupils  and her adroit alert frame Perhaps speak of unspoken, uncontrollable insanity Which haunts her like a psychological shadow, Always drawing to her attention, The fingers pointed at her, The eyes mocking at her, The contour the lips of people are assuming as words spill from them. All directed at her? Indecipherable expression of one Who is silently suffering, Endurance of parental friction Or toleration of torture?What jeopardizes your normal girlhood, Deborita? What deprives you of the common simple pleasures and sorrows of adolescence Which every girl, you and I, are entitled to? Line of  thought interrupted by the beeping a second time. Uncertain fingers hovering over the buttons As eyes stare fixedly at the ceiling. If you only allowed me into your mind, Deborita To explore your silence and solitude, If you’d made easy acceptance of my friendship, despite your reluctance, You wouldn’t have found  in me an unworthy friend. Exhalation of  defeat, As the mechanical voice at the other end Informs me of my error Of having typed a wrong non-existent number…

#highschoolpoetry #deborita #telephone #truestories

[vealeahwords-blog]

Just wrote this one and love it. 

Here’s to us. Graduation speech material? XD

#vealeah #poetry #highschool #highschoolpoetry #depresiion #anxiety #eatingdisorders #problems

[purpletardisofoddities]

Extinctions of Impurities

Falling through the cracks

Of a concrete jungle

No one sees them

Yet they are everywhere

They're talked about

Frowned upon

Seen as the Impurity

Yet nobody does anything

The are dying out

In the most ungracious way

To become extinct

Yet we won't help

But who can help them

Only themselves

At the same time

They don't know how

So what will happen

Wait and see

It will be known to man

of the Extinctions of Impurities

Wrote this back in 2006, I was in high school. Not my best work, but still how I feel to this day.

#Extinctions of Impurities #highschoolpoetry

[omfgheatherrr]

Missed Chances

Another old piece from high school. 2006. I was so cool, I used the last verse as my senior quote. I was a lonely one.

"Excuse me sir, I noticed you were perfect As you passed me on the street today. You didn't say a word to me,  But I love you... is that okay?" "Excuse me miss, I noticed you were perfect But you didn't even glance my way. You didn't say a word to me, But I love you... I hope that's okay." Hopeless confessions of unholy romantics Too afraid of (again) getting hurt. Their broken hearts keep them silent So, quietly, their paths divert.

#poetry #highschoolpoetry #originalpoetry #lonely #hopelessromantic

[ekeotuken]

Highschool poetry

Coming in July

Dusk falls To dreams of shooting stars Memories of august winds     Mother Natures     Bitter Darkness A butterfly in flight Available at night     Look!     Our Lady... Simply a dream Of mosaic seduction.

#highschool #highschoolpoetry #poem #poetry #mothernature #shootingstars #darkness #dusk

[sammywasaurusrex]

An Inner Peace

Across the trail of evergreens,

lay tender leaves of forest dreams,

and birds sing from the canopy,

the welcoming of a brand new spring.

The air is fresh; the rivers rush,

as brittle wind softens their touch,

to guide us through a canyon, to leave us in a field,

lying in the restless grass of a meadow newly healed.

And here we laugh, we grow and thrive.

  We are simple, we are pure,

we are young, we are the cure.

The freedom, the pain,

nothing ventured, nothing gained,

a breath inhaled, and love doth grow,

an inner peace sets out hearts aglow.

#STANDUPANDTAKECHARGE #highschoolpoetry