#stupid poetry

[datpotatolover]

Was quite drunk on wake (basically sleep deprived) when I wrote dis

Nokia is black

Loki wears green

I am drunk

As a fucking sheep

Idk what it means

Sandwitch

[ailithnight]

Oh Fire Alarm

There is no fire

It was a mechanical failure

With a cleaning machine

Oh Fire Alarm

It is no fault of yours

You are doing your job

An important role

To alert to evacuate

In case of emergency

I appreciate you

Oh Fire Alarm

But

Oh Fire Alarm

There is no fire

Rest assured

I'm in no danger

So please

Oh Fire Alarm

Please

Stop screaming in my ears

[droopeyfrog]

Let me lie in the field with you again. Even though I'm alone this time. Let me play the same songs I did with you, in that field. Let the grass be as soft as it was when we were together. It isn't. Let my bones ache and skin yearn and lungs give out as I lie in the field. Let the sky remind me of the blankets I once laid under with you. Let me never be that warm again. Let me see the stars again like I did in that field with you. I can't. Let me see the beauty in the moon that you loved more than anything. Let me let you know that I saw that beauty in you. I can't. The moon is just the moon. The stars are just the stars. The field is nothing but a memory. It was never about the field. Let the dirt get under my nails and in my hair. Let the ants come up from their homes and pull me back down with them. Let the field bring me back to you. Let my tears not be for nothing. Let my grief mean something. Let me lie in the field with you again.

[its-not-rainingg]

Hey mum the sadness hurts. You never told me it would hurt like this in my stomach and chest and everywhere. Hey mum I'm not in love with anyone and I don't know what to do without a muse, god? Hey mum I'm lost. Hey mum I don't know what my favourite colour is anymore and it's destroying me. Hey mum thank you for buying olives because I'm the only one who likes olives and if I die no one's going to eat them. Hey mum I don't know how to make myself loveable. Hey mum if I took all the pills in the medicine cabinet would I die? Hey mum you should get a lock for the medicine cabinet. Hey mum I want to bleed. Hey mum where are the bandages? Hey mum I'm sorry I started doing drugs, they make me feel warm inside. Hey mum thank you for reminding me to change my sheets, sorry I used the last of the bleach. Hey mum sorry I lost my purity. Hey mum sorry there's nothing left. Hey mum sorry your mum died. Hey mum can I still call you when I'm gone? Hey mum sorry I'm gay. Hey mum I'm scared you don't love me anymore. Hey mum I'm scared you never loved me. Hey mum save me. Hey mum sorry I took your sleeping pills. Hey mum sorry I took your sleep. Hey mum sorry. Hey mum would you love me more if I was dead? Hey mum sorry. Hey mum I want to kill myself.

[scorpi-o-moon]

Sweet Dreams, seldom sought, how do I hold you into my heart?

How may I believe that I am worthy? That I am someone who can be happy?

Magic is not a trait that runs in my family, bible-brow-beaten, angry,

Violence has always been the price, the language, of masculinity.

I don’t know if there’s any version of me who would suffice who I’m supposed to be

In the eyes of anybody? The eternal struggle with keeping the meter of other people’s expectations, is I am never going to look not-gay not-poor not-trans not-disabled not-crazy enough for any of the bigots yelling at me from truck windows, following me in groups at night so long and loud and frightening I have learned to cut across fields silent as a rabbit in the rain stop doing the shitty ass things they do. But for whatever reason the people I think I am flagging to seem to be responding eternally platonically to different signals! Sorry! 404! No queer community found! Feeling closer and closer to being underground? Stick around! It gets better wasn’t just a catchphrase after all! You’re 24! Congrats! You’ve crossed straight over from “at risk” to too fucking old to be a concern! In fact, you’re concerning! Why don’t you look more gay? Why don’t you look more gay? I don’t know why I don’t look more gay. I just am? I am. That’s all. I wear what I like and I can get for free and the jewelry and bits and pieces I’ve been collecting ardently for years

When did I stop looking gay? Maybe tonight I will cut my hair and dye it

An old ritual of prayer. Let me live another day. If only so someone gay will compliment my hair. If only so one person will see me.

Long enough for a new tattoo.

[cassisanasshole]

this fucking poem i made on allpoetry.com at the age of 12 (cw SH)

in honor of 2024 being around the corner i would like to announce the first poem i ever wrote on allpoetry.com at the age of 12 years and 4 months. coming up on a fucking decade on this piece in which my little awful shitty emo angsty self decided to both start and end the poem with the word 'forevermore',

You are not Edgar Allan Poe, you are a 12 year old girl

i cannot emphasize this enough. i look back on this as an adult and go what in the sweet ever loving fuck. who else was like a super fucking mentally ill 12 year old? i swear to hades, i asked for fallen for my 11th birthday. when i was about that age i drew this picture:

it was a girl drowning in some sort of body of water, with what i can only describe as a traditional comically large drowning boulder attached to her ankle. her cartoonish face stared, panicked, at the viewer--as her mouth, losing air with bubbles and all--uttered one last phrase, scribbled into a curly-q speech bubble.

"I'm going under!"

a callback to the timeless classic going under by evanescence, first track on the aforementioned album fallen.

when i went to school in the fifth grade we had computer lab. sometimes we were graced with the sweet, sweet blessing of free time. in my infantile years as i perceived it then, i did silly things like webkinz. but now i was too old for webkinz (in public--not at home) i was onto bigger and better things such as:

listening to 2012 bangerz such as starships and party rock anthem on full blast with one headphone hanging out to prove i was normal. and then, on hard days when i could not resist the temptation, pulling up evanescence and linkin park and green day and listening to them very quietly.

Nobody could know i was an emo in the making.

once middle school hit though, this was where i found myself: the troubled pubescent experience of being a girl forming kik groups with her in real life friend and random internet strangers. some of whom were our age, some of whom significantly too old to be interacting with us (we know this story.)

staying up til like...2 am! (sleep, child!) to try and convince these essentially random people to not yoink themselves.

well one of these internet friends i don't even remember his name, says all of that and then just disappears, so i wrote this poem. i guess it was what this experience stirred up in me considering i had definitely never seen his smiling face

anyway uh yeah i don't know what the fuck you're meant to take from this but

HAVE IT!

[oh-honey01]

Stupid Cricket

I keep yelling at the cricket on my cieling

And I tell him he's gonna fall.

Today, he fell off the ceiling

And landed on my keyboard.

I told him he was gonna fall.

Fucking dumbass cricket.

[heartofanenigma]

Brown kisses you warm my heart,

Brown kisses you fill my pages,

Brown kisses your keyboard smashes are delicate,

Oh brown kisses, oh you.

[oh-milena]

I love you

but I don't often think of you

I'd rather think of cicadas

inside the pine forest

overcoming the shouting of men

I don't often think of you

- Milena 🍃

[labelleizzy]

Whoof.

Hamstring Charlie Horse,

Not My Favorite Equine,

Electrolytes NOW!

[amal-gamate]

I tire of thinking of the things I

could've done

would've been

should've said

I often forget I also have done, have been and have said, things the past me would have thought about.

[junebugwriter]

I thought I was Het

I thought I was Cis

I thought I was straight when I kissed my wife

I can't be that

So now I'm this

And now I'm just gay when I kiss my wife

[learningfromlosing]

You go ahead

Tell me it's not fate

Tell me it wasn't meant to be

That I struggled

How I struggled all my life

Just to come to peace

After

Finding a man named Cope

[the-worst-poetry-imaginable]

I was a quiet baby,

so my mother tended my

rowdy siblings who tussled while I

sat in silence entranced by the TV’s glow.

I was a quiet child,

I tested well so there were no signs

that anything was wrong;

I suffered every second in mental prayer

begging God not to send my family to Hell,

convinced that my devoutness was a bargaining chip for their lives

I was a quiet teen,

so no one was supervising

when I messaged strangers online or

when I convinced myself I would die

young, because that’s what all the

good characters in books did,

isn’t it?

I was a quiet college student,

My mind was so far gone

before anyone thought to intervene.

I only knew to ask for help through my eyes

and I hardly noticed whenever

my world had turned to double-exposed monochrome.

I’m a quiet adult,

in a cozy apartment with thick walls

I think out loud to remind myself I have a voice,

and there is always something playing in my headphones —

noise to keep the silence at bay.

[its-not-rainingg]

I have loved everyone. I have loved. When is it my turn to lie in the sun of love? How is something so lovely a carcinogen?

[hobohobby99writer]

A POEM

By Hobohobby