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Sooo this is dark

Hiiiii, so here's another of my poems I was debating on posting it so obviously i decide on posting it soooo here ya go 😁

You stand there and ponder

The choices that led to this bustling bridge

You look down and wonder

How much faster death would come if you could only hit that ridge

You glance back to witness

A mother and her child 

You can almost see the likeness

Of how you’d been back a while

You made the decision

The tears long since shed

You take a leap of your own commission

And wait for death to claim you instead

You regret what you’ve done

The point of no return

You suffer all alone

In your grave reliving the painful burn

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Idk why I'm still trying titles

Hiiiiii, so in my opinion, at least in my own poems, the more messed up and gruesome it is the more feeling it has y'know? Anywayyyyy here ya go 😁

I want to write with blood

Show the deep reds of pain

I want it to soak through

And flood all of the pages

I want to watch it dry

And taste the metallic scent

Want to feel it on my arms

And watch it slowly drip

Want to see it on the ground

In an ever growing puddle

Want to remodel my room

With that gorgeous color

So wet

So red

I want it all red

All the pain I’ve ever bled

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Titles Suck

Hiiii, so here's another one and my current newest piece of work, and it's pretty decent ngl 😁

Why am I the one

On who you take it out?

Why am I the one

Who’s not allowed to shout?

Why am I the one

That you choose to scream?

Why am I the one

Is it because it’s easy?

Why am I the one

Is it because I let go?

Why am I the one

Who takes it all in silence?

Why am I the one

Who has to keep the quiet?

Why am I the one

Who’s not allowed to mind?

Why am I the one

Who’s forced to be kind?

Why am I the one

Who’s not allowed to cry?

Why am I the one

Who really wants to die

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Excerpt from my book

soooo the prologue rly dosn'e give anything away and ig it isn't juicyyy enough buttt here's an nice one 😁

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, she was smart, she could figure something out, definitely. If she could just fold her hand enough to wiggle it out, then she would be golden, if nobody else came to interrupt her escape that is. 

The door creaked open at just that moment, of course it did, she just had to jinx herself didn’t she? Well that’s fun, she supposed. She felt goosebumps rise on her bare arms touching the cold metal of the table, and the hairs rise. A person stood there, standing straight and tall, intimidating if she said so herself. The person carefully stepped inside walking over to a screen in the corner she hadn’t noticed. They didn’t talk, which she found both creepy and suspicious.

They stared at something on the screen for a little more, turned around to face her and then walked towards her, their steps and movements were quiet, almost noiseless except for the swish of their white lab coat or doctor’s coat, she couldn’t completely figure out what would fit better for this situation.

When the person got in her proper sight, without her having to dislocate her neck, she saw that it was a woman, cherry red hair, ivy green, manic eyes. She was instantly put off by her expression, the chills she had first gotten from her entrance intensifying. The woman had a twisted expression, an unnatural smile that looked so wrong, something about it was just uncanny, it didn’t fit, her eyes were big and wide, staring down at her as if she had just discovered something taboo, something to go down in history.

To say that Jackie was scared was an understatement, she was shivering, trembling, teeth chattering, struggling with all her might to escape her restraints. Unfortunately for her, it hadn’t gotten any more possible since the last time she had tried. 

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I'mma stop titles all together

Hiiii, so here's another one that isn't bad so here ya goooo 😁

Does your heart feel heavy

Is there sounds in your ear

Do you ever feel hopeless

Like the unimportant are dear

While life is so temporary

It’s all still a test

Why not make it honorary 

And do your best

We’re all dying to live

And we’re all living to die

Nothing lasts forever

So let go

And say goodbye

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No Title

Hiiiii, so here's another one of my poems and I really suck at tiitles but here 😁

Do you ever just sit in the cold

Completely in silence

Yet shivering and bored

Quietly reflecting

The new and the old

The memory you recall

Of a man you once told

Grisly and fierce and somewhat tall

Your words so bold

His steps down the hall

The rhythm you’ve lost

The sounds that you hear

The ever-growing frost

That fills you with fear

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Teaserrrrr

Hiiii, so I did say I was writing a storyyyyy sooo heres the prologue 😁:

She heard someone scream. It was a wretched, bloodcurdling scream that made her skin crawl. She heard a male voice, it was yelling at her, repeating one word over and over again, “RUN! RUN YOU IDIOT! DON’T YOU HEAR ME?! RUN!” 

She ran for her life, no time to be scared, no time to look back. She turned a corner, her hair whipping in front of her face, blocking her vision for a moment so she couldn’t see the person who grabbed her. A crowbar in his hand, and then… black.

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Hiiii, sooo here's another one. Sometimes I write like 3 poems a day, I'm pretty sure this is how I vent sooooo hence the interesting poems. I was pretty proud of this one when I wrote it though sooooo here ya gooo 😁

I wish I could drown

My feelings in a bowl

Or put them in a casket

And chuck them down a hole

I wish I could shut them up

Make the buzzing sound dull

They sometimes feel so useless

And I’m unable to console

The emotions churn inside me

Sound out a steady drawl

My insides start to crumble

And the feelings, out they crawl

I’ll lock my rooms door

Then sit in a corner to quietly bawl

My feelings are mine alone

Only mine to tame and brawl

But if I could I’d surely

Drown them in a bowl

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Omg I love these pleaseeee make more

Okay like omg the fact I actually got action on here, also thxxxxxxxx and I have like a million poems I wrote LOL, alsooo I'm debating on poting them all nowwww or laterr, but I mean 3 is the magic number so i'mma post one more. Also is my ADHD showing LOL

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I honestly don't write titles for my poems LOL

Sooooo most of these were written from a whileeeeee back (like 2 months but like... still) and why am I posting it? Don't ask idk either. Also this one is probably like in my top 10 😁

The mirror is cracked

The blind drawn closed

The areas you lacked

Swallowed in clothes

The blood on your arms

The heaviness in your chest

The joy withdrawn

Lost in your mess

The feelings inside you

The ones you once felt

The lighter that now helps to

Make your skin melt

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You Couldn't Care Less

Half the time I write these cus I'm bored, this was one of those times  😁

You couldn't care less

About what you said

About the created mess

You couldn’t care less

About the gone and the dead

About the bloody dress

You couldn’t care less

About the bullet in her head

About the other in you chest

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A Hand under the Rubble

So I wrote this one about Palestine a little while back and just thought I might post it, just cus 😁 A hand under the rubble Its so small, Fragile A child’s hand A small child under concrete slabs The world around her crumbled People bloodied and gaunt all going through the same thing No one knowing how long they will live Yet they smile and say that they will be reunited with their Lord, How do they- how do they do that? Keep themselves strong even after losing all of those who were beloved to them Their Iman -faith- is strong Unlike so many today Marriages and families broken so easily Words lost to the wind No one trusts anyone else The world always dark, only growing darker Everyone’s worried about their colleges and grades Where is that worry, when it comes to their graves? Death is inevitable It will reach us all one day Why don’t we better ourselves before it’s too late I think- I think I know the answer and I think you do too. Time is an illusion I have lived for 14 years, 14 years to never gain back How much time do I have left? Not much is all I can know What guarantees me 80 years? What makes anyone think that they have time? Why do we hang so tight to something that will only crumble and speak against us on such a fateful day Why do we try so hard to enjoy a cruel and heartless world Nothing in this fleeting world can compare to the next life and it’s eternity How can people joke about such harsh matters How can they ignore the warnings and calls The reality is that they do not know of what that day and its proceedings entail If we all truly knew this, the world would be in peace People scrambling to do virtuous deeds and more HOW CAN WE BE SO FOOLISH AS TO IGNORE THIS TICKING TIME BOMB, that is inevitable Today or tomorrow, maybe even the NEXT SECOND, I could be dead, Allah Korusun/Audhu Billah. -the Arabic phrase for God forbid- I’ve already wasted so much of my time Already taken my blessings for granted When children across the world are being forcefully parted Parted from what- from what? We’ve all heard Their parents Their food, Their houses, Their very essence of humanity The events shoved in front of our eyes And us? desensitized to those starved despairing faces We scroll past the videos, one after another Of children in hospitals, of parents crying for their children, Of them being kicked and beaten and shoved to the ground, Stripped of their humanity in front of the whole world BLOWN UP TO PIECES - And where is our own grief at this injustice Where is the anger in our hearts How do we forget so easily When they have no escape of each and every day of long continued genocide Where is our shame What happened to these hearts to harden them so What tore us of our humanity, Of our empathy, Of our pure hearts and souls craving righteous deeds What has deceived us so, Why let the people of the schools teach them about such empty things And hide from them the ultimate truth So many today accept sick things as true So many bending the truth Losing the purpose of the world in between Confused youth, grasping for purpose Angry and full of energy to do something good The vast hypocrisy is blatant Soon these seats of power will all be vacant A new course of action must be taken Craving peace and justice