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Styrofoam BreathA new sun rises,
A day has dawned.
The tables have turned
And the curtains are drawn.
Static faces in blank disguises,
Two suns can't set before another rises.

Gazing to the unknown horizon,
My whole world is torn.
Flowing from her eyes and into mine,
Prospects are reborn.

The vision forever lingers:
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers.

The sky was murky,
Two drops of color lost in a glass.
Stirred once and left...
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep.

Frail foundations
Without fair warning,
And angels at night
Have never dreamt of morning.

Expressionless smiles,
Wrinkled, cracked plastic...
Hollow words
neither believes.Styrofoam Breath1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.Relapse2 days ago in Free Verse

ImpetusIs anyone there?
Can anybody hear me?
Are these messages
Coming through clearly?
Over a year has gone by
Since I felt the ground beneath me.
How much longer must I wait
Till these binding walls release me?
There are so many worlds
Left to be discovered.
My mind is set on new horizons,
But you're holding me back.
If you are listening to this
Than we have reached the other side.
We've chosen the path
That you so readily denied.
Time, time
It only takes time
Wait it out...Wait
It only takes time
What–
What do you want from me?
I refuse to be the coal
That burns in your machine.
Why–
Why do I even try?
When there's so much
Holding me back from the open sky.
Sitting like a stone,
You don't budge at all.
Crying for relief,
I lie in disbelief.
Sitting by the phone
You act like you don't know.
What's it gonna take
Just to make you break?Impetus3 days ago in Songs & Lyrics

Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.Does that make me Different?1 week ago in Free Verse

to the starsI’ve got this arrow
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.

I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -

I want to
scribble profanities
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
wrists.

I want to
take you
to the stars,
& leave you there.to the stars2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

No One SleepsFly away
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
Break away
Fly away
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
Break away
Escape reality
And let your soul unfold.
Arrive at wit's end and
Feel yourself consoled.
Look away.
Reach out and let go.No One Sleeps3 days ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Truth5 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .

what just happened ... will never happen again .

your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .

you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .

don't look in the mirror and stare .

this isn't right ... this isn't fair .

don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .

tears and blood make their way down the drain .

what just happened ... to me ?

why do you feel so gross and dirty ?

feeling so worthless and wasted .

so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .

having given them everything, every part .

why did they turn, and break your heart ?

shattering every piece, leave you broken .

every Invisible1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Overflowing5 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"Unedited6 days ago in Free Verse

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.Worthless2 days ago in Free Verse

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..
Battle in my Mind2 days ago in Free Verse

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leavthe scars on your shoulders4 days ago in Free Verse

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wratIn The Daylight2 days ago in Free Verse

I'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreader

A/N:I actually like Belarus. I just thought the song fit. Enjoy!
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So, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight you were supposed to call me tonight...

Ivan picked a sunflower from his flourishing garden and slipped the engagement ring on the stem before tying a (f/c) ribbon on it.

He smiled and practiced his 'speech' to his scarecrow "____ ____, 2 years ago on Christmas eve we met. I've loved you ever since,nobody can make me feel like you do. You're my most beautiful,brightest sunflower! I Я буду люI'll Kill her BelarusxRussiaxreader3 days ago in Free Verse

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.wallflower clippings3 days ago in Free Verse

AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.Astrological6 days ago in Free Verse

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or soWe are the King and Queen of Broken Dreams5 days ago in Free Verse

Beauty and the Beast5 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.

Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.

Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.

But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.

So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon TrTo my male half1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.softened5 days ago in Free Verse

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."lies, she wrote3 days ago in Free Verse

Jeff The Killer PoemBe careful what you do
Because he is watching your every move
Hold my hand through the dark streets
So I'll know you're always beside me

Don't leave me at home all alone
I can hear his foot steps follow me where I go
Board up the windows and lock all the doors
Be here beside me I'm sure he will go

Deep in the shadows he will hide
taking his work in with pride
In the night he stalks and creeps
Waiting for you to fall asleep

When you finally shut your eyes
you're in for such a sweet surprise
An eternity of endless rest
You know they say that sleep is best

Please don't let me sleep here alone
I can hear him tapping on my window
Maybe if I laJeff The Killer Poem3 days ago in Songs & Lyrics

The EscapistIt is really insomnia
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?

I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?

Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the hThe Escapist3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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