[She/her] ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝒻𝓸𝔂>>>> My Health may be chronic but this face is iconic. {Please comment on my writings} I wanna write a poetry book. I only write sad things. Broken 💔 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒. 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸 ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯
[She/her] ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝒻𝓸𝔂>>>> My Health may be chronic but this face is iconic. {Please comment on my writings} I wanna write a poetry book. I only write sad things. Broken 💔 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒. 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸 ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯
An eiree sound that is no sound at all fills the walls the halls my ears my tears
Unable to think in a lound silence Unable to dream when its so quiet no one around but i dont feel alone and i dont feel at home
An unsettling feeling A dread that is nearing breaths echo through I feel so trapped in a loud silence silence should be quiet, Right?
A knife to the heart Red hot rage
You hurt me immensely In ways i cant recover from
A fight And a new place to stay
A right and a wrong way
You loved me once Now not at all
I ignored your dirty calls
You were my only one Now you dont think I am any fun
Just wait till everyone knows then ill get my revenge
I wont beg you to come back I know it will do no good
I’ll wait a while I know I should
But i will say this Who knew betrayal could taste so good
Cold frosty and white The wind has quite a bite
Hearts roses and love A shorter month than the rest but i would not say it is the best
Clovers, gold, lucky charms its still cold but winters almost over
Rain rain go away because easters here but not to stay
School is nearly out summers almost here
Sunshine rainbows watermelon Having fun in the sun
Fourth of july, cherry pie fireworks are all but shy
Hot as ever summer seemed like never school in back in session
Nothing much Pumpkin spice season begins Leaves begin to fall
Spooky scary but dont be wary The holidays are coming
Family time, turkey, potatos Say a prayer and give thanks
Snow is falling the end is near Happy new year
Pacing back and forth Don’t know what to say “Ma’am you’re gonna die today.” Is that to formal To casual you say? Maybe I’ll try a different way Pacing back and forth swaying side to side What to I say Do I play it nice It feels like walking on ice Looking out the window Clouds rolling in I have to tell her soon I can’t handle the anxiety its eating up inside of me What do I tell her Do I really have to tell her? I guess I do I’ll do it on two Still don’t know what to say Play it in my mind but nothing seems quite right I guess I’ll just have to say Ma’am you’re gonna die today
I told you I was not ok
I dont recall that
Oh so you say
Oh so I say
I told I was hurting
Oh did you now?
I did
Continue then
I told uou it was hard
It didnt seem that hard
You dont seem to care
I dont really
Well ok then congratulations on being a peice of shit
Ok now girl thats a little too far
Just shut up
Fine
A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry
Does poetry make me a poet or is it the thoughts of others
If i dont like my work am I truly a poet?
A singer is only as good as their definition of music
For i could sing all day but break others ears
Does singing make you a singer of course not
A mother is only as good as their definition of love
I could carry you in my womb but that makes me a mom not a mother
I could love you forever I would be your mother
A teacher is only as good as their definition of learning
I could lecture you all day and you could learn nothing
I could nurture your mind and teach you everything
You are only as good as your definition of it
You could be kind but be brutal
You could be a fighter But still be a lover
If Victory had a taste It woulf be oranges Bright and cheery Sweet with a taste of bitterness Refreshing and familiar not rare but cherished loved by some hated by many If victory had a taste it woulf be oranges Layers of flavor Complex yet understandable The ability to learn and grow from it In Different shapes snd sizes So many forms If victory had a tatse it would be oranges
Flesh melting off bones Lights flicker and burst Body shutting down No one there to know
Plants withering Dead eyes stare on No more music No more souls to hear it
Lifeless bodies Hearts barely beating Everything falling apart What’s the point anymore
Final heart beat Dirt absorbs your mistakes No more breathing Just the silence of decay
