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POEM STARTER
‘There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach.’
Write a poem that begins with this line.
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TW: Self harm (not current)
I was given labels:
Main character
Annoying
Try hard
Stupid
“Bitch”
“Dumb ass”
Sinner
“Stalker”
Weird
Broken
Loser
Princess
Boring
Creep
Terrified
Tired
Care too much
Depressed
“Fat”
I dealt with:
Suicidal thoughts
Self consciousness
Self deprecation
Anxiety
Cut wrists
Shame
Tears
Being used
Betrayal
Fake friends
Exhaustion
Being lied to ...
There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach
A calm, a pause, a feeling of peace
As if time stops for a moment
The gentle breeze before the howling winds
Sprinkles falling here and there before the downpour
A clap of thunder in the distance slowly rolling your way
Nothing can be done to stop it, u must accept it
All u can do is relish in the calm before the storm...
There was a relief in feeling the storm approaching. The pause while I was reading.
“What is this?” I’m asking, panicking.
I think back to all the overthinking, when I was convincing myself something was happening between them. When I knew he’d always end up picking someone like her, beautifully perfect, unlike me. I convinced myself I was just generally letting my mind go to places negatively. B...
‘There was a relief in feeling the storms
Approach’
Hell was the only reproach,
Fear bleeding out from under me,
My anger wishing to be free.
‘There is a freedom in dancing in the rain’
Always the same refrain.
Picking a fight in hell,
Knowing I will be the one who is felled.
‘There is always the stillness after the downpour’
Teeth spit on the floor,
Blood on the edges on my mouth,
You are the ...
Ragging on the inside
Spiraling on the out
Looking calm and ending in a shout
You ruined my friendships
Tore kindness right out
Blew up on your parents
They love me but doubt
Go down to the pits
Stay far from my mind
Anger you have no place in my life
A peace within never found
A fear that strangles toe to mouth
Go wrap your little fingers around
Someone else this round
I’m tired of your cri...
There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach,
No anger, only calm,
No in between.
I was a man built of flesh and fear,
cowering in its shadow.
The snarling sound of death always near,
its crooked face haunted my dreams
In which the grass was always bright green,
and flowers bloomed in blood-red streams.
There was a relief in being in the storm’s presence,
No sadness nor fear, as I was...
finally.
the storm is coming.
40 miles.
i’m stuck here,
just want out
i don’t belong
just wanna shout
finally.
the storm is coming
30 miles.
just leave me be
i don’t wanna know you
i won’t pretend i care
i’ll always stay true
finally.
the storm is coming
20 miles.
bring on the madness
destroy all of this
maybe i can escape
while you fall into the abyss
finally.
the storm is coming.
10 mi...
i knew the clouds would come
but i let them cover you
i knew the rain would come
but i let it soak you
i knew the hail would come
but i let it beat you
i knew the snow would come
but i let it cover you
i knew the thunder would come
but i let it startle you
i knew the lightning would come
but i let it strike you
i knew the sun would come
but i told it not to...
There was a relief in feeling the storms approach
Knowing soon there would be a conclusion
To all this pain
It’s how stories work right?
Conflict: his death
Rising action: Depression, realizing how awful the world really is.
Climax: when I have to let it all out and then it will be just out there.
Falling action: G E T T I N G B E T T E R ???
Resolution:
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Nah.
I’m no...
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