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okay I know this blog is actually dead and gets no traction but I’m gonna ask anyways
I want to start writing songs, would ppl be interested in me writing the lyrics down and then putting in like me singing the song (w my guitar)
like idk if that would do well but I rlly want to share some songs I’ve written and I might actually start posting on my SoundCloud lmaoo
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how do you tell someone who’s so worried about you that you’re doing fine without them
#How do you tell them that you haven’t messaged them in days because you don’t want to#While they are sending voice memos saying how worried they are and that they are always there for you#How do you tell them that you’re not heartbroken#That you’re completely fine#And that talking to them has become the worst kind of chore#One full of guilt#How do I tell them I don’t need them#Or want them
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You weren't even there long enough to make a hole. But when I think about you I feel like there's a little spot in my heart you were supposed to fill, and I guess you'll never have the chance. (Falling far too fast.)
#poetic#poetry and poems#words words words#hmc poetry#poems on tumblr#poem#original poem#poetry#spilled poetry#poets corner#vent#sad#heartbreak#we only knew each other for like a week I'm so stupid
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please write a book omg
"Teach Me How To Be Happy"
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How it is, is not how it used to be. I was once a human and a happy one at that. A person with morals, aspirations, and a community, just as everyone should. For fading speckles of my life, I even asked myself "What more could I want?" Truly, with the utmost certainty from the highest court, I was happy.
Little did I know - know the naivety that protected me, would soon take shape into something else. Something inhuman, and inhumane... I had lost my ignorance, and with that, slowly my happiness...
I hadn't realized it yet, but it was hindering, disappearing, like a glass of water. The more you take, the less you'll have, but you need it to survive; so what happens when there is no more water to drink, and it's all your fault?
Then you begin to pity yourself, and guilt crawls up your spine like a colony of ants, all of them collectively swarming you. They see you as nothing more than dead meat, and soon enough, you do too.
It's all a blur after that- after the ants eat you up. Insects infest your body, waking you up in the middle of the night leaving you sleepless, in a cold sweat and weak. I would always blame it on bed bugs, but deep down I knew it wasn't them, it was me.
Something was wrong with me- I didn't feel human anymore, I felt empty and isolated because I was torn apart gradually until only a skeleton remained of me. No water to quench my thirst, no people to share in my loneliness. I was too repulsed in myself to even step out of my house.
Days, weeks, months, but yet nothing changes.
And with that, I sit alone in the dark space, reminiscing on the, "used to be," and seething further into the, "how it is."
For a faint withering delusion in my new life, I even pleaded to myself, as if naively searching for a miracle, I asked the memory of the human I used to be,
" Teach me how to be happy..."
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*explodes because this is so good*
I'm Scared
A/N: Graphic swear words are used. Proceed with caution!
The beating of the heart is not from a soothing warm embrace or a whisper of sweet nothings in my ear but from the shallowness of my conscience.
"I'm scared," I say to myself.
That message and its voice is ongoing. Over and over again, it replays in my head like an alarm clock. It goes back and forth as if it's swinging on an axis. But unlike anything I've ever seen in a math problem, it is not predictable, and simaltanously re-shaping.
"I'm scared," once more goes my concious.
The next time I hear it, its softer, slower, but feels all too real. Imagine a black room, only a black room, and you sit in the middle of it. Not a sight to be seen or a sound to be heard; only darkness. Like entering a void, or a black hole, not even the smartest of humanity can de-bunk the nature of such profound and unknown things. Its that uncertainty that eats at your heart stings.
"I'm scared," for a second time it speaks to me.
However, its changed again. Like before, the tone and intent turn upside down right infront of me. Now the voice is rushing, hurrying you! Burning into you skin like a match to a wick, causing the blood in your veins to boil rapidly until they burst like a grenade. Soon enough, worry forms into wrath, and you feel the urge to curse the world! Rip pages out of a book, punch your fists into a wall, yell out above a hill at God, or at god knows who!
"Screw society!"
"Fuck the world!"
"Down with the bastard king!"
"It's going to hell!"
"Shits flying everywhere-"
"AND NOBODIES DOING A DAM THING!"
You shout, with your most horrible throaty voice.
But once the flood ceasesthere is always bliss, and you realize, in a moment of sudden stillness and silence, that we were never angry, just scared. So scared, paranoid even, in a world thats out of our control.
The only authority we truly have are our words, so with the little power that is left, I re-take the stage, and I say, finally for the people all the way in the back,
"I'm scared."

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aaa tysm for rebloging and showing sm love, I think you might get me out of my writing slump <3<3
"Talented"
I've been told for a while now, since 2nd grade to be exact, that I am talented.
That because the numbers I amount to on paper are above average, I am talented.
Why do my test scores make me special? why does it matter that I'm "gifted"? why is it so important that I have all As?
I write poems. and play instruments. I paint, and I make clothes. But that doesn't matter to the American school system.
To them I'm just high numbers and good behavior. I don't make a scene, I stay in line, make sure to stay out of sight.
I'm dreading the day, that the numbers go down. when I'm less than average, practically worthless.
If my report card reads B, C, D, or F, where has my worth gone? Suddenly if my grades arent the first letter in the ABCs I'm doomed.
Keep your head down and your grades up kids!
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Heyy you seem really cool! Could you, as a poet, take a look at my writing on my Blog and tell me if I should quit? lol
you have a very online diary type blog, and I really like your writing style! I feel like you could really go somewhere if you had a different objective when writing, maybe short stories would be good! if you’ve been thinking of quitting because you don’t get a lot of interaction with your posts I swear it’s not because your writing is bad, it’s because people aren’t really interested in what you’re writing about; because people are inherently selfish and won’t read multiple paragraphs of someone writing about their day (regardless of how beautiful the writing is), your posts aren’t likely to get much interaction.
I really do recommend not so much changing your writing style or anything, but change the basis of it, maybe write short stories, one shots, long stories (or fanfic of some kind the ppl love that here) or other things like that, maybe not poetry that doesn’t seem to get a lot of traction either (but it’s still fun!)
anyways sorry for the word vomit, you are an amazing writer and if you do get into poetry I made a community you can join (I posted abt it somewhere on here I think)
<3<3<3 I can really see you going somewhere with your writing, don’t give up!!! <3<3<3
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Dunno if you’re still taking requests but can you write a poem about love? Like what it means to you
No pressure ofc
omg this is going to be hard
lets see
love is somebodies ability to hurt you loving someone hands them that knife and gives them the chance to stab you
love means that it hurts when you lose them loving someone means that the remembering them hurts that the memories sting if they are not there laughing about them with you
love is an awful violent thing that hurts you and tears at your soul and as you sit there in shambles it is beautiful
#poetic#poetry and poems#poem#hmc poetry#poems on tumblr#words words words#poets corner#poetry#spilled poetry#original poem
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A note to all the poets:
Don't bury yourself in poems, drying ink is not a coffin lid closing.
You are here, you are here.
Take a deep breathe and stop planning the funeral that isn't meant to happen yet.
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If you would like you can request for me to write a poem, just submit a request in my asks and say what you want it to be abt (you can be anonymous if you want idc I’ll still write it!!)
(Can you tell I’m in a writing slump)
#poem#poetry and poems#words words words#hmc poetry#poems on tumblr#poets corner#poetic#original poem#spilled poetry#poetry#Writing
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I get jealous
I get jealous when friends I really like talk to other people sometimes
I get jealous when I see a skinny person
I get jealous when my dog is listening to someone else more than me
I get jealous when I see someone do better than me at something I love
But nothing makes me more jealous, then when I can hear my little sister and my dad laughing together
When I hear her giggling bc he's tickling her
Or when I hear my dad make an exaggerated groan bc she 'punched' him
Or when my little sister tells me about this epic fight they had
Or when they play video games in the living room
And I can hear them getting playfully competitive
Or my little sister laughing because she beat him in something
Nothing makes me more jealous than hearing them spending time together
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Laughing,
giggling,
crying.
We were supposed to all be friends,
but now were like an unsolvable puzzle,
and ill sit at a coffee table and try to jam pieces together till my fingers bleed.
I thought we were all supposed to have a future together,
but its all washing down the drain,
swirling
swirling.
i try to catch our liquid dreams but it runs through my fingers,
it feels soft on my hands.
I remember all the times together,
and it feels like im friends with time capsules at this point.
Nobody is the same, and we'll never be.
Draining
draining
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I know I do a lot of this to myself
You are what you eat and all I do is consume toxic waste
I sit in the dark with a screen casting shadows of my feelings across my face I think the Internet and vent videos are slowly killing me
I cant count on my fingers the amount of times that this screen has turned to blade
The blue light emitted from these devices are consuming me till I am nothing more than the pixels I see
I fear that I may be hypnotized by the moving pictures dancing across my screen a beautiful ballet telling a story of pain and I feel like the ballerina
im a slave to these feelings its a home for me at this point the screen and my blood I think this prison is starting to feel safe
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im trying to change im trying i swear i know that im not perfect and if im being honest im trying to cope with the fact that i never have been and never fucking will be
but i also know that the best i can do is try and thats what im doing im trying as hard as i can
it wont come quickly to me i wish it would but the change i need so badly wont happen in the blink of an eye
im a rock you need to give me time to erode the bad layers off of me give me time to tumble and beat myself up so that im smooth enough to be carved into a better person
ive been reflecting trying to imagine all those characteristics of that new person but when i look in the mirror thats not who i see and im sorry that my reflection is that disappointing understand that I too hate what I see on that glass
i need you to understand im trying to change but i cant do it overnight
i need you to understand that i only halfway understand what im doing wrong
im a horrific beast that doesnt know of its wrongdoings because thats all it knows blood and killing but im trying to slay that beast
please tell me that youll give me that time and understanding that i so desperately need please tell me youll give me time to train to kill that beast please say ill get time to tumble please let me try before you crush me like that
i know that i need to change and im trying let me try
#the amount of drama#that had to insure to make me feel like this#sigh#poetry#spilled poetry#poetic#poetry and poems#poems on tumblr#poets corner#hmc poetry#words words words#original poem#poem#prose
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You wrote me those “open when” letters 2 years ago, we’ve changed a lot since then
I’ve only opened two because I’m scared that I’ll lose that point in time, I’ll lose when you were like that.
and we’re still friends but not like we were back then and I’ll miss that forever ill miss you
I wasn’t the best person back then, but you were the best bff i could’ve asked for. I’m sorry I didn’t see that then.
at that time I didnt know it but that was the best birthday gift I couldve ever gotten I’ll always have those letters you from two years ago will be in there sealed in a pretty envelope
I’ll read them at some point, and I’ll miss us
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HIIII IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN A TEEN POETRY COMMUNITY I MADE ONE WITH MY MAIN ACC SO YEAH
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OH MY GOD THE URGE TO WRITE A EXPLANATION FOR EACH OF MY POEMS BC I CANT HANDLE PPL INTERPRETING IT WRONG, LIKE I LOVE DIFF INTERPRETATIONS OF ART AND WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU BUT IM WORRIED PPL WONT GET WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY, THAT THEY CAN ONLY HEAR THEMSELVES WHEN IM THE ONE SCREAMING
#poetic#poetry and poems#words words words#poem#original poem#poems on tumblr#hmc poetry#spilled poetry#poetry
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