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y...es,
Nothing is as it seems
I’m seen as this person,
not lonely, not needy,
but you’ve failed to see,
right through me,
.
I’m seen as this person,
not jealous,not hurting,
but that’s not me,
though I’d like to be,
.
I’m silent, speechless, solid,
an impenetrable wall no one can break without knowledge,
.
and that’s not your fault,
that I’m guarded by this vault,
decieving your vision,
i out up this illusion,
so that you can make your decision,
and validate me as fine,
so that you would finally resign,
from trying to mend me,
and leave me alone to celebrate your victory,
.
i am hidden from everyone,
i hide bcoz its easier,
than to explain the rotting interior,
of my mind,
so, i have to make you go blind,
as have i,
to the pain and the cry,
of my heart,
so that i can run away from it like always,
because this is not a problem, it’s just a phase,
yes yes its just a phase,
just a phase,
and it will pass,
.
but before comes that day,
i will push you away,
you’ll do as i say, you will have to obey,
bcoz i want to hide till the time I’ll be ok,
.
because that’s just who i am,
So don’t be mad for i am being me,
don’t be decieved by what see.
- Confessions Of a Struggling Teen
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reflection on my ex
She was the winter:
the warmth of jumpers, hot cocoa,
reading in front of the fireplace
together under a blanket, hearty smiles
–I think now, perhaps?
But she was not for me
A sweet summer child, I loved the sun.
———
I was a swallow
and I swallowed it all-
what I thought I was meant to
Going through the motions
I saw other birds make
I swallowed our pain, her love, myself
for they were robins
and I was a swallow
so, I swallowed myself.
———
She was the winter:
Intense scorching cold, woolen mittens
and a few hours of measly sunshine mimicking
the warmth I could not feel
–was it my fault, or ours?
I was not for her
A swift swallow, I was bound to fly away.
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An Obsession-
"She is so pretty that
I tingle with happiness. Her eyes
Sparkle like crystals in
Salt water. Her voice sings
Like knives hitting glass. Her pale skin
shines with purple drowning the top. Her
Face chesled to the bone, and lips
Going from red to the lightest of pinks. I love
Her oh so much. She's mine forever and
no one will know."
-S.M.M.
#turn poem#poem#poetry#my writing#my words#my work#not real#still creepy#from creative writting#im still figuring it out
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