M.

Female, she/her, teenager. I mostly write sad or angry stuff because when I’m happy I’m not writing on my phone. I like poetry if you couldn’t tell, please help me improve I guess. Also I love grunge and punk, rock on 🤘😬👍

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Anarchy Poems

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[this is a collection of short poems I wrote about anarchy, because the elections where I live are coming up and I am a proud anarchist! If any of this offends you, I’m sorry, I am going to use some names of politicians and it is a collection political poems. Sorry if anything offends you but I’m entitled to my own opinion. Read on at your own discretion: TW/ mentions of suicide, swearing, etc.]

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Poetry

Just Be Normal

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Easy words come to me,

As I breathe out thousands of bits of flame,

It isn’t hard to be normal, just _be_,

Just be, and suddenly no one is to blame.

Cartwheeling, grinning, free-falling,

And for some weird reason,

Status Quo thinks we’re appalling,

And our lives are worse than treason.

I never thought I’d be like this,

So free, joyous, peaceful and it’s so _easy_,

It’s so easy, this _mindful_ bl...

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Brown Eyes By A Gas Station Bathroom

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Stranger’s eyes,

It was maybe a second,

But those eyes,

Plain boring brown, I reckoned.

I was stumbling, flying, unable-

But the strangers approached, he and his mother,

I tried to open the door like some prince from a fable.

I fumbled, floating, and I will remember him like no other.

We were wearing the same Nirvana T-shirt,

This stranger was perfect, in all ways,

His skin, the colour of light...

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5PM

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5PM, how late I’m allowed out,

When I live with my birthgiver.

It’s not like I’m getting my lights punched out

Or drinking away my liver.

I just like to sit in a van with some guys,

And maybe dabble in some things.

Oh how the what’s, how’s, and why’s

Disappear when I have my wings.

She won’t let me buy a razor or products for the monthly lady,

So I steal, because a rule doesn’t deny a need,

Even...

Poetry

‘be’

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It takes all my effort to smile,

It’s exhausting to be happy,

All my chores take a long while,

I wish I could show some emotion, besides “fake happy.”

But I guess it’s not programmed in me,

Because any sign of emotion,

And I am so ashamed of the feeling inside me,

Maybe, I need some kind of healing lotion.

No big feelings and no big mess,

I was such a good, smart child,

I never ‘felt’ things or ...

Poetry

Untitled Again (TW)

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I wish I were wasted,

I wish I were high,

Death, I’ve tasted,

But this hell is where I lie.

I’d rather be dead,

Maybe either God or Devil

Can fix my head,

Because it’s far from level.

Hate myself,

Want to die,

I’ll shoot myself

Before I let one eye of mine cry.

(Not a vent poem btw I just thought of it hahahaha I’m fine though)...

Poetry

Untitled Late Night Poem

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I want a hug

I want to cry

I want a drug

I want a why

I am sad

I am sick

Too tired to be mad

So sick, so sick

I want love

I want acid

Why can’t I ever be enough?...

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Ants

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The ants in my mind

Seemed to leave their post,

But not to calm me or to be kind,

But to hurt me the way I hurt most.

The ants, you see,

Crawled out of my head, down my spine,

They attacked me,

And my flesh was where (what) they dined.

I clutched at my hair,

Pulling, tugging, hating,

My scalpe was being eaten by ants most unfair,

My skin was on fire, and the ants were mating.

My nails could not...

Poetry

Acidic Craze

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Now somewhere in a California desert, long ago,

There were these guys and they were tripping,

They were musicians, late for their show,

To them, the sun was purple and dripping.

Long-haired guys who wore leather on their legs,

Girls with no bras and circle’d sunglasses,

At parties with red cups and acid and kegs,

With their music, to the masses.

Rich and famous, they grew,

Fire, fire, light the ...

Poetry

Much Easier

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It’s so much easier to wash away the angry and the sad

With little bits of soggy paper, glass bottles and cans,

With leaving, then saying “please don’t be mad!”

With spending smokey nights in friend’s vans.

It’s so much easier to cut it out,

With anything sharp that will allow,

With thumbtacks and anything that’s about,

With anything to inhale, right here, right now.

It’s so much-

But it’s easie...

Poetry