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I'm in a new year,
a new place,
having a new life
with my new friends,
and yet everything feels the same.
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Never ending discomfort
I hated my hands so I grew my nails.
I hated my nails long so I filed them.
I hated my nails filed so I cut them.
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I hated my hands so I cut them off.
I hated my arms so I cut them off.
I hated my face so I cut it off.
I hated my hair so I cut it off.
I hated my breasts so I cut them off.
I hated my stomach so I cut it off.
I hated my legs so I cut them off.
I hated myself so...
#original poem#writer#poem#i was feeling dysphoric#i hate my body#depressing shit#i promise i wont kms#yet#i still dont know how to tag#im new here
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The poor rat
The poor rat waits for the moon to rise,
so that he can finally relax.
He wonders why his family has to wait until there is no one around to feel safe.
He wonders why they have to eat leftovers and junk.
He always thought it was unfair,
how all the other fluffy animals were considered cute
while rats are gross and ugly.
One time, he decided to leave his house while it was still bright outside.
Things went nice,
a human even left him some food,
"wow" he thought "maybe I'm not that terrifying"
and then he wondered happily through the streets.
then,
when returning home, he felt a great pain on his chest
and soon, fell to his death.
He died betrayed and alone, in a cold alley.
But it's just a rat, nobody really cares.
#original poem#tried something new#clearly it didn't go well#im so sorry for this one#poem#writer#i dont know how to tag help#im new to tumblr
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Buried garden
I used to go to a place full of flowers
truly beautiful, like no other.
Now my memories are all locked up in a drawer.
I miss the breeze, the trees, the colourful butterflies.
I write about it all the time,
but these poems are like oceans
and I'm swimming on them
I miss it so much, it feels like I'm drowning
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A comforting distress
Sometimes I miss my pain,
and I miss feeling sad.
I miss the people who hurt me,
in the end, things were easier when I was mad.
Sometimes, I wish I could just go back.
how can one find comfort in a place that haunts them?
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God save the bees
"bees lives matter" said someone on the TV
until a bee got close to them at the park,
they screamed in fear.
"bees are so cute" said a little girl
until she saw a bee approaching,
she screamed in fear.
everyone loves bees, until there is actually one in the room.
#original poem#poem#bees#im new to tumblr#also to poetry#title from “Save the bees ou Deus salve as abelhas” from exclusive os cabides#this song is awesome#idk how to tag this#i feel like a bee#dont we all?#its not about bees as well
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