#Quick Poem

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Maybe there is another.

Maybe she is kinder,

Maybe she tells you

All the ways in which I fail-

And that is okay.

I knew I loved you

When I figured

As long as you're smiling,

I'd be okay.

I'd be okay.

Please be okay.

x

[vulgar-mary-p-ppins]

A deer died

Under an overpass where an on ramp and an exit ramp meet.

Trapped, unable to get away from traffic,

She died.

And summer has passed.

And now she is just bones and a skin.

And she still lies there,

Protected from scavengers by an overpass that kept her from getting away.

Her pretty joints, white in the glaring Midwestern sun,

Still with stringy ligaments

And too many angles under the dried, shrunken skin.

But she needs to wait for a little more time to pass,

Before I can take her home.

Just wait patiently, Sweetheart.

I’m coming to get you out.

[m-ilys-grave]

Wild Imagination/M.ily

Imagine finding someone who loves your laugh & wants to stop your tears.

Imagine meeting the one who stands by your side as you face your fears.

Imagine it all works out for once.

Imagine seeing the light in their eyes

even in the most cloudy of skies.

And hearing their heart beat a familiar song

while you sleep in each others arms all night long.

Imagine finding someone who notices the scars on your heart

but still sees your love as a work of art.

Imagine knowing someone inside & out

& trusting they love you without a doubt.

I'm just sitting here waiting with anticipation

Because after all, I have a pretty wild imagination.

-M.ily (6.28.2024 1:43am)

[deerdollhouse]

I go to the kitchen to eat,

And the cat follows me

I go to my room to rest,

And the cat follows me

I go the living room to hang,

And the cat follows me

I got to the window to gaze,

And the cat the follows me

I got the bathroom to bathe,

And the cat follows me

I know I am loved,

Because love follows you,

And I have a cat,

Who loves me

[rrking]

If I had the chance to become perfect at the cost of everything

I think I would say yes

Perhaps then I wouldn't be such a burden

In my head of heads

[deertaz]

Weird Kid.

10 minute poem challenge :)

Sitting alone on a bench as the others played,

Staring off into the distance, imagining my life through the eyes of another,

Float off to infinity, endless possibilities- people living in my mind,

How could one be so alone while surrounded by friends?

Home is the world that exists in my memory.

Are you a girl or a boy?

I was asked, apparently I looked like neither.

Perhaps I was a blob floating through my daydreams, formless, trying to live in clothing that never fit.

I was a girl, I am a girl, I was and will always be a girl,

Just not a girl in the way you are,

Do not look upon me and see, only knowing the eyes of you.

Scabs, bugs and dirty dancing. Muck, mermaids and dew.

I share your life in mine, but we live not the same.

[It's not great but I tried, have a good day/night]

[bungletheglasscat]

The only time I hear that song anymore

Is when it is carried on a breeze

Through my open window

As I lie in bed

Longing, a little,

For what I left

But warm with the knowledge

That my friends are still out there,

Dancing on into the night.

[mindrottinglystupid]

When the Sky Fell

The Sky turned white when you died,

The Stars fell just as my tears,

The Night wept with all of us, too,

Throwing blankets of darkness over the full moon,

Though I will never forget,

The Stars never shown as bright as when you smiled,

The Sky was always so clear,

The Night was never as dark,

When you were near,

I never understood the effect you had

On all you created, my dearest

They loved you so,

It hurt to see you fall.

To just disappear.

But I will never forget what effect you had,

When you were near.

[meanya]

I don't want to draw, but I have to draw... If I don't draw, I suffer withdrawals.

I love the process, but I hate the end products. Art is my passion.

Drawing is euphoric. It makes me want to rip my teeth out. I love it. It's so fun to share with friends.

It's so terrifying to share what I make. I hate it. Drawing is torture. It's the only constant that makes me happy.

Art is my undoing. I want the end products, but I hate the process.

If I don't draw, I suffer withdrawals... I don't have to draw, but I want to.

[enbypandwhich]

It’s always why are you late to school

Why do you have an attitude

Why do you act out

But what am I supposed to say

The truth?

Sorry sir i over slept because of last nights overdose

I’m sorry dad my friend killed herself

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

How many times do I need to say it until you understand

I’m not okay

I’ve been mistreated since birth

Thrown in the trash

Yeah you cared

But it was only at face value

Now it’s always wow you’ve changed so much

How did you do it

You stopped the act

But it was never an act

I didn’t change

I just tried something new

Don’t worry im not your picture perfect problem child that everyone always talks about the ones who turned their life around

Instead

I started drinking

Yes the attempts stopped

But because I learned they won’t work

Yes I stopped the cutting

But because I wanted to look normal

I didn’t change but what I started caring about did

[goodbye-alchemy]

when i’m gone in the morning

you’ll feel my fingers

run through your hair

as the dawn breeze

it is a reminder

that I always loved

tucking it gently

behind your ear

just like that

[crazypossumman]

optimist {a poem by r. h. stoker}

i once met a man

who held up the moon,

and i asked him what

he was punished for.

‘that looks heavy,’

i said, and he replied

‘this is nothing. i once

had the world on my shoulders.’

that shining orb gleamed,

and i could hardly look.

‘from here,’ he said, ‘i am so

much closer to the stars.’

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[readrenard]

Listen dear, listen mine, You must always believe in me with all your little beating heart with all these little fingers and toes Your poor old mother is a legendary fairy who has given up throne & everything who has traded robes for rags to become Cinderella for you If your belief in me falters, if you dare forget the secret sacred rules of the kingdom I once ruled & sacrificed, I'll spirit away and refuse to exist in this world of your creation (June 23rd, 2023 in my phone's notes)

[isingthewind]

i was here

There's something comforting in a patch of dewy window, wiped over with impatient fingers.

Eager to see: is that you coming up the lane? I've left a candle in the window, just in case.

There's something so tender in that smudged condensation. The ghostly image of a feeling, undeniable evidence that I was here, in this moment, moving aside the mist to look for you.

[thesoapgirl]

I think my safe place is damp earth and the smell of the sun

I think it is not having anything to do but look up at swaying branches and leaves

I think it sounds like birds chirping or bugs flying

I think it is only worrying about what my next breath will feel like

[miguenhasthoughts]

Honey you are the gust that pulls me free.

A storm that shakes me with glee.

Honey you’re a tempest,

A witch. I lock eyes waiting to see.