#my shitty poems

[prettyskullkai]

‎⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

Feeling the guilt, you fell on your knees.

You were oh, so little,

You were just a kid.

Feeling the sympathy, you locked your door.

You were so surprised,

You doubted: "what if I want more?"

Feeling the love, you stuttered real bad.

"W-what was that for?!"

You said after first kiss.

Feeling the doom, you fell on my chest.

I hugged you tightly and let you rest.

After that I said:

"I will love you my best."

‎⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

《 To the beautiest lord of darkness. 》

[elizarivers]

Affinity of Snow

It's never snowed in Egypt;

Yet it's always snowing in Alaska.

Theres some places that would perish with snow,

And yet some places depend on it.

Many animals use the snow as a place to hide and feel safe.

But many animals would die from the bitterness of it.

Polar bears have adapted to the snow to blend in.

But a crow would stick out like a sore thumb.

Crows don't belong in the snow, but they can adapt.

You can always adapt, it's a part of life;

But life is hard.

Sometimes life’s not worth the wait.

This poem is not about snow.

[as]

[shit-for-me-to-remember]

One day I will One day I might Try to make it all turn right

The world is strange and all seems wrong but one day it will turn to song

When it does I hope you'll see That everyone is equal, both you and me

But until it does And we all are free We must work to gain equity

[jellysshitpoems]

No title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[rins-batcave]

i look like a girl

but im definitely a boy

they say dumb shit and

im not allowed to be annoyed

i cant choose my own path

without my life being destroyed

why cant i just disagree

without being cast into the void

i just want

to be

me

and yet

they dont see

anything

anything but

some bitchy little girl with issues

anything

anything but

some kid with no cares in the world

anything

anything but

some teen who has no clue

they dont see anything

anything but its not liek they want to

see

me

for real

see

me

for real

its not like they want me

like they want me

like they want the real fuckin me

they want the real fuckin me

i wish they wanted me

the me

the me that i see

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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[loafofryebread]

there is something so terrifying about wanting to be held, a years deep ache in my bones, like a child sobbing pleading for someone to notice, to care.

come here darling, I swear I will not bite, come here please, smooth away the cracks in my skin, piece me back together with the gold of your love, like the japanese would repair their pottery.

there is something so vulnerable about wanting to be touched, undoing me with a mere brush of the fingers, peeling back my layers like the skin of an orange, and each golden segment of my soul, is an offering (i love you).

oh, do you think you could hold me? just this once? kiss the backs of my knees when they ache? trace the divots of my spine like exploring a foreign land? memorize the shape of my nose, my jaw, my eyes, turning the terrain of my body into something familiar.

Perhaps it is selfish of me to ask for such a thing, I have always been a rather demanding creature, a dog, scratching at the door, begging to be let in.

I will be gentle I swear, curl up in your chest, your ribcage can be a temple, your heart the god I bow before, praying you might hold me, if only for a little while.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

excerpt from "so long, stranger"

[prettyskullkai]

‎⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

You can bottle it up,

It will taste like whiskey tart:

Sweet, but actually bitter inside.

You can bottle it up,

I swear, I don't mind,

I will hold you like prettiest art.

You can bottle it up,

At the end of the day,

We both have lied.

So what if it was to ourselves?

I don't really mind.

‎ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

«To: King of Diamonds.»

[sylviealexandria]

a mysterious thing called the heart— so fragile, so foolish, still beating, still hoping, even when there is nothing left.

[sentientsky]

Final Fifteen Idiots ft. my actual real-life diary entries from when I was a teenager.

yes i am running out of material, why do you ask?? (This is so embarrassing I’m so sorry in advance aksjakdjskd)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4)

[mp3cassie]

- Hands

I don’t like my hands, But I sure do like yours. I like to hold them, I like to kiss them, I like them when they’re Holding something, Resting on my thigh, Playing with my hair. I don’t like my hands, They're calloused and ugly. I like yours, Gentle and soft. I like when they run through my hair, Or rub my back. I like how, When I feel like everythings going wrong, They reassure me, gently. I don’t like my hands, But for some reason, I’m almost positive that you do. You, For some reason, Love all my rough edges. You, For some reason, Love all my sharp corners, All my callouses, All my horrors. I’ll never quite understand it but, I sure am glad you do.

[jellysshitpoems]

Prison, Poison - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[bloodylustings]

Photo taken from David Lynch’s photography series ‘The Factory’

[shittyartestries]

of course

of course i see the sun in you—
you are its pulse,
pouring gold into the hollow corners of the world,
your warmth sinking deep,
staying long after the horizon swallows the light.

and of course i see oceans in you—
infinite and alive,
tides drawn to unseen moons,
your depths cradling mysteries
that shimmer like constellations beneath the surface.

you are the shore—
where the sharpness of time softens,
where waves break not to destroy,
but to reshape,
whispering their devotion with every ebb and swell,
sculpting a landscape only you could hold.

and of course i see the stars in you—
scattered brilliance, burning quietly,
threads of light stitching the vast expanse,
guiding lost wanderers home.

you are the wind—
restless and relentless,
carrying whispers of far-off places,
leaving echoes in your wake.

and of course i see the earth in you,
steady and alive,
grounded and enduring,
bearing the weight of stories untold,
each breath a quiet promise of home.

you are the soil that gives,
the mountain that stands.

to see you is to see the universe—
and to wonder how infinity resides within a single soul.

[elycwinters]

Et tu, Brutus?

Look at him, a tyrant rules as he moves across the senate floor, unknowing, of the fate that awaits him.

A shared glance among the men who have decided enough is enough, it's time to act.

A gasp of surprise when the very first knife goes in, and then the next and the next,

it goes on twenty three times and as he lays bleeding he looks at the man whose knife went last

and with a dying rasp, he asks:

et tu, Brutus?

~ Ely C. Winters.