Hanging Tree

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My mind

swims, drowning in a sea
of lost calculations,
switches off and on like a
light switch. It

sways

in the wind, steady but
daunting. Ready to jump.
Ready to fall. I cannot
stay in focus. I am

like the

tides. The moon calls
for me and I am awake
Thoughts feeble and thin
like the tree's leafless

willows.

Ideas come and go like
a lonely tumble weed.
Help me stay. Help me go.
I am stuck in the shadows

of the

forgotten memories, stolen
wishes, lost time. Now I've
ended up traveling in
the direction of the

hanging tree.

Heart Broken

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This is what happens
when you give your heart away
first you feel happy like rays
of the run that are here to stay

YOU

let feelings collaspe in
on you and soon you can't stop
you drain away slowly left in

a puddle waiting for you to mop

WILL

this mushy love stay forever
no soon you will be tossed aside
left stranded in the rain and
you feel like a part of you died

BE

careful who you let in your dreams
becuase you will cry when you are apart
thats why I don't let anyone
near me, let anyone know my

HEART

heed my warning
hear what I have to say
I know what you are when
you give your heart away

BROKEN

Dauntless

We live in a dauntless age.

An age where

families flaunt their freedom

boys battle for blood and

girls glow with glamour

A time of bravery,

where we proudly serve our country

in hopes of an improved nation.

The days are gone when most nights

were still and detached

without a worry in the world.

When we lived in harmony

with one another

until the chaos blindsided us.

Finally fearlessness is the foundation

for our foolish existence.

Birthday Girl

My birthday was December 4th! I am finally 16 and here is a poem I wrote because of it.

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Little girl

blow out your candles

another year older

another year starting

today hoping dreaming,

This

feeling stays forever.

Little girl

don't be so blue

another year older

another year is all

about you and this

Day

makes you who you are.

Little girl

let your hair fall free

another year older

another year of love 

and family that are

Always

there for you.

Little girl

make a wish

another year older

another year of

mystery where everything

Matters

in the end.

Wasted Words

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You talk like you know everything
saying my beauty radiates
talking like we are meant to be
destined by the fates

And

I hear your twisted words
and the lies that are encased
you only say what I want to hear
and honestly its a waste

Time

Is running out for you and I
won't stand to hear anymore
I might feel bad in the end
but I shut you out and this door

Is Of

The most powerful barriers and
its music to my ears
I laugh in your face when
the time finally nears

The

Moment you leave. hurry up
and put your 2 cents in
really I don't hear your
wasted words just your blistering

Essence

Broken Butterflies

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I once learned of a butterfly
that flies one thousand miles
only to meet one mate
and then die.
They flutter around sorta
like the ones in my tummy
do except unlike butterflies
I cry.

What happens when one butterfly

finds the other broken?

It can't cry or attack

in a mad rage.

The butterfly gets over it

and flies away only to die

very soon in its

butterfly cage.

And now whenever I see

a broken butterfly I

pick it up and let just

one tear fall slow

I think of you and what

I lost because you could never

be like a butterfly

so I let you go.

And now I'm glad I did.

Decaying

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Lying on the floor

she sleeps.

Already dead

her soul decays.

She tries to stand.

She tries to breathe.

She tries to speak.

She tries to live.

Then she thinks that alive people never understood.

how great life is,

how wonderful and magical it is,

until it's gone.

And here she lays

pitiful dead spirit.

She whispers into the wind

but even that doesn't hear her.

She is not real.

She is gone.

She has disappeared.

No coffin.

No jar.

Just barren floor.

All because she realized

too late

how great life is.

And now she suffers

the consequences

of her mistake.

Decaying in your home

waiting for the discovery

of a girl who lost her soul

to the knife.

Stabbed herself once.

No one to stop her.

Thought she was unloved, unnoticed,

barely alive inside.

She dreamt her days away in fantasy

living out her nightmares.

Wishing she were dead.

Then comes upon the idea

of suicide.

When it is too late to go back

she sees the truth.

Now she really is dead.

Drama

All this drama
all these glorified

LIES

swell up like a nasty zit
spread around like

RUMORS

I laugh in it, cry in it
as I am encased in it's

SECRETS

It pulls me in on its
imaginary rope and

I

Fall into the mudpit
in this tug-of-war

Give

Yourself up to the gossip
stir up the details

In

The brew of the latest
scandals and breath it in

To

Make yourself queen bee
the wicked witch of

The

north south east west
you'll find it anywhere. It's

Drama.

I Can't Take It Anymore

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Overload, Overdrive

Too much information

Leaking out

Becoming nothing

Tapping my pencil

To the rhythm of my heart

Thump the thump the thump

It falls and I

Put my hands to my temples

Meaningless words for a

Worthless grade

Everything bothers me

Clocks ticking

Obnoxious Coughing

Giggleing Whispers

A disgusting sneeze

And I think

That's it!

I can't take anymore

Multiple Choice

Anymore

Fill in the blanks

Anymore

True or false

Honestly when will this matter?

When will I matter?

I won't

And that is why

I can't take it anymore

So I set my pencil down...

...for now.

Fall

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First time I saw him, I
could feel this snowball of
my soul rolling down a mountain

How

could I, loser of love, fall in
so deep that this avalanche of
my sul knows its mate and

Do I

even know for sure? he could
be saying what every girl wants to
hear and yet I yearn to

Fall

into his arms. Is it a mistake?
Can someone love me of all people?
Or am I completely and utterly

Out Of

my mind? Does he see what
I do? Can I stop this? Is
there a way? Is this

Love?

How do I fall out of love?

Despair

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I hate this feeling of
butterflies floating in

Love

rapidly fluttering and

making me lose control

Is

no way to stop temptation

what could ruin me is

A

brokenheart and tears

but I still fall into a

Pit

of obsession because I

never felt this tingeling

Of

wanting more and now

I can't go back because

all thats left is

Despair.

Love is a pit of despair.

Broken Dreams

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When I dream its like a

spiritual power awakening me

lifting my soul to float like a butterfly's wings

So much euphoria and hope

I see a vast ocean of endless opportunities

but I have a flaw

I never see the storm coming

the fog of today clouds my vision

my search is blindsided by the events of yesterday' past

When the climax approaches

I think back

WOW I was stupid

I wil NEVER do that again

The mistakes add up and grip onto me

and I listen to the advice like a second diety

Then I'm hit...

A tsunami of chaos

My first reaction is to duck under a desk

but I realize this is far worse than an earthquake

So I run to higher ground only to

notice I'm in the quicksand of depression

and other people suffering

cry out for help

hands reach out an dclaw my skin

Someone blindly holds on to me

and together we escape

I look behind me and see people

I never knew crying desperately

and they still sink deeper

suffocating

I say to myself...

Do I leave them to die and go on with my life... alone?

The egoist side of me screams yes

to reach the top I need to take the steps up

even if those steps are another person's dreams

The altruist side cries no

I'm just one grain of sand

sometimes less makes you happier

my thought process takes too long

and before I know it...

The wave of debris and water to drown in

cascades and descends upon us

I save nobody

Before I am crushed

I fall to my knees and scream

My dreams never came true!

Someone who is about to die

reaches down to me

and whispers...

What Dreams?

And then I wake up.

Lonely Depression

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Dreamless

Sucked down the drain
wringed out like a rag
thrown away
into the trash
buried under discarded
memories and dreams

I run to get away from
pills beyond pills
with empty promises of redemption
hidden in my skin
I lie I try I die inside

no smiles
twisted
crushed days, stolen wishes
my heart dreams of escape
the pain drips out of my soul
help it screams
but i'm too empty to answer

I dissipate into
a crumpeled ball on the floor
left to crawl out of nightmares
calling out your name
you don't listen

I try to get up
will myself to go on
then
I see your face
I see your dreams
I see my void, my black soul
you will do better without me
so I fall
don't catch me   

Boxed Memories



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After last night, It's hard to breathe.

I keep thinking I lost a part of myself.

I stare into nothing, looking, searching,

and I'm not even sure what for.

I rewrap the boxes of memories in my brain,

so that they never escape.

I try to put you in a box. I try to forget.

I stuff you in but you won't fit.

Is this my fault? Was I trying too hard?

I can't even remember why you were worth the crying.

I remember you letting go of my hand.

I remember my best friend wiping away wasted tears,

in the nastiest bathroom I have ever seen

I remember sleeping with a metal flashlight that doesn't even work.

Cold hard metal against my skin comforts me.

Then I remember I don't need anybody.

I don't need anybody to hold me.

I don't need anybody to be my shoulder to cry on.

All I need is myself,

and my giant boxes all packed up.

I found a bigger box

and your in it now.

I moved on.

Moonlit Eyes

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Moonlit eyes

watching,

illuminating me

chaotic sparkle swirl

in my mind

Searching into my soul

brown like

the shade

of an old

willow tree

Hypnotizing

It's hard

to think.

It's hard to

understand.

How?

moonlit strolls

looking for answers

to forgotten

questions

And I think...

but when I look

into those

moonlit eyes

I know

Nothing can go wrong

and all the sudden

nothing matters

but those moonlit eyes

soul searching

Between us.

Silver Shards

 



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The mirror
the one I stand in front of
every morning
hung on my wall.

I Look in
to see my reflection
all the time.
Its all a lie.

I don't see what you see.
I see a girl so sick,
Shes broken not the mirror.
theres still a silver shard.

Hanging from where
I punched it.
knuckles bleed
the pain isn't so bad.

I pick a silver shard
off my carpeted floor.
cracked along the middle.
One side is red.

The other is silver.
Shards are
everywhere now.
So sharp.

Lots of silver shards.
My own fasination.
Something so dangerous
to look at

but to me

 okay to touch.

Silver shards.

Puppet Girl

Ms. Puppet on strings

that is what they call me

I'm a dummy

I'm a toy

I'm a fool-hearted ploy

Used to distract the ablivious

here for the show

I'm a fake

I'm a lie

I'm a puppet used to try

Laugh the money out of pockets

pretend that I am real

I'm a person

I'm a doll

I'm used and when I fall

It never stings

Until you pull my strings

Mr. Selective Hearing

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Listen Hard

to hear the drips

of the blood

gushing out my heart

barbed-wire pierced

once protected now torn

pulled out with one hand

veins left empty vessels

blood pouring, no beating

Listen Hard

to hear my cries

sobs, and wails of agony

tears so dark

from black mascara

from dark recesses of my soul

run down my face

plain as day

screams so deep

my lungs are crushed

i can't breathe

Listen Hard

to hear nothing

because to you

I was never here

Mr. selective hearing

Scream

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Sometimes I go outside

deep into the evergreen trees

just to scream

until my lungs hurt

I scream until

 I feel numb and sore at the same time

I scream until 

everything I hate or love rearranges itself

I scream until

someone finds me in this chaos

but days go by

no one finds me

I scream because I'm lonely

I cry because I scream

Why scream?

It hurts worse than crying

and everyone can hear it

except you, you never hear it

even when I scream louder than thunder

you ignore it like your deaf

so I just keep screaming 

and then I hear it

it took me awhile to notice

but I heard it

your scream

it was so loud you couldn't hear mine

so finally I stop

and think

should I go to you?

your screams are a call

they need an answer

you stop screaming

and I know its my chance for you to hear

here's my answer

so I scream

Sorrow Infection

I eat sorrow
like an obese white man.
I drink it in
and let it loll across my tongue.
I don't savor it
becuase its deadly.
The sorrow sinks into my skin
and lays spider eggs that haunt my brain.
I get bigger and bigger
until the sorrow inside me explodes.
It will explode into thousands of spiders
that will crawl to the next victom.
All that's left is an empty shell
becuase the sorrow infection has defeated me.
The sorrow infection,
are you next?

Poem inspired by- 

 The Sorrow King by Anderson Prunty

Read this:

Who is the sorrow king?
He is carved from wood and bone.
He smells like wax, dead leaves, and memories.
He travels by moonlight and drinks the sorrow of others.