I feel like I have to apologize.
So to everyone on this app that I’ve grown to care for:
I’m sorry.
I feel like I’m not putting enough effort in,
Like I’m not really trying.
It’s just…
I don’t have an excuse.
Something’s breaking inside me,
And I just can’t put it back together.
I can’t post the half-finished poems.
I can’t put effort into my comments.
I’m sorry.
And my head is telling me I have...
I’ve been dead and dying for a long time.
Too long.
I’ve lost parts of me I’ll never get back,
Probably all the good parts of me.
In the last week alone,
It’s been an emotional roller coaster.
I’ve grown years older in the last seven days.
I was empty,
Then unrealistically happy,
Then steady,
And then I crashed.
I crashed just this morning.
It’s been so long since then.
Now…
Now I’m alive.
These p...
Every day seems the same.
Or, at least, that’s how it had been for a long time.
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every week -
They all blended together.
Blurring into grey
With streaks of blue and red and purple.
I swear the world was dimmed.
Color… it just didn’t reach me.
I couldn’t see right.
I couldn’t feel right.
I couldn’t cry,
Couldn’t yell,
Couldn’t… couldn’t breathe.
It felt like slow...
I can feel the world shifting around me.
I hear a _clang_ ringing in my ears,
As gears shift in my mind,
In my world.
I hear a squeal of metal
As pieces click into place.
I can feel the gears turning,
Rotating,
Spinning around and around,
As they make their way to their spot.
I’m aware of every nail,
Every spring,
Every tiny metallic part
In this great mechanical tapestry of life.
Like a machine,
...
I want the world to hear my cries,
I want the world to see their lies.
I want to soar across the skies,
I want to be the kind who flies.
I don’t want to live
A life of regret.
I don’t want to die
Without having met
A girl who could sing,
Among those cloaked in wing.
But for now,
I’ll just try to forget.
- - -
No specific rules, just working with rhyme and rhythm while keeping the message true t...
Am I blind?
I can’t see clearly.
Am I wrong?
I don’t know what’s right.
Am I selfish?
I wouldn’t know what was kind.
So yes,
I am blind.
Yes,
I am wrong.
Yes,
I am selfish.
But I am blind because I see a different way.
I am wrong because I disagree with what they call “right.”
I am selfish because I chose my own path.
But…
If I see a different way,
Disagree with the chosen path,
Forge my own…
W...
Confusing,
I don’t know what to feel.
Insane,
Is any of this even real?
I don’t know what to feel,
My head and my heart are conflicted.
Is any of this even real?
Is this a prison, we’re all convicted?
My head and my heart are conflicted.
My heart has my head evicted.
Is this a prison, we’re all convicted?
My movements, my feelings restricted....
For those of you reading this who are not Mia - her name is pronounced “Maya.”
Also, Mia, these have a snarky-insulting vibe, but I can write him a death letter too.
**_Screw him (acrostic poem)_**
**S**elfish, lying
**C**alculating, manipulative
**R**eally trashy,
**E**vil little two-faced
**W**aste of space/time/life.
**H**ow did he not see the wonderful girl right in front of him?
**I**s...
I don’t know what happened.
Any of it.
I don’t know what happened.
I don’t know why I slipped,
Why I slipped
And slipped
And _slipped_,
Like climbing a mountain made of mud.
I don’t know why I got so bad.
And I don’t know why that mountain turned to rock,
Why it feels like there are footholds and grapples,
Why it feels like I’m strong enough to climb it.
I can’t explain it,
But I am.
I am brave en...
This stranger in the street
Was yesterday my friend.
Wait, no.
Not yesterday.
When was the last time I called her a friend?
Was it when she first betrayed me?
Or did we truly make up since then,
Only to collapse again?
Was it when she hijacked my body,
My mind?
Was it when she invited herself in,
Took over my actions,
And convinced everyone she was still me?
I’m not sure.
I don’t know when I start...
