Anyone interested in hearing my shitty poetry? i don't need advice, although it is appreciated if you want...

anyone interested in hearing my shitty poetry? i don't need advice, although it is appreciated if you want, you can just make fun of it

Sure faggot

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i’ve been paying attention
to the moments when your eyes glaze
over - tired. more tired than any
eyes our age should be.

the moments in which you flinch
because someone’s touched the bruises
that line your sickly body.

the moment when you ask
“is this about me?”
but you already know, because
nobody else could be the one
left unnamed in my poetry.

i’ve been paying attention,
you haven’t.

(1/?)

stop being a faggot and posst your crap

(2/?)
i running out of poetic ways
to admit to myself that i’m still
hung up on a series of assaults
that ended nearly a year ago.

i still wake up in a cold sweat shaking,
because oh god his hands are on me,
(they never even are,)

i’ve taken over a hundred showers
since it last happened and somehow
my skin is still dirty with his touch.

i worry that i will never recover,
never move on - vincent van gogh,
the dutch impressionist wrote
that the sadness will last forever
in his suicide note.

i am broken inside and
i’m not sure that i will ever
figure out how to fix it.

it's shit. are you fucking 14?

(3/?)
your favorite color is lavender,
like the dark circles under your eyes,
like the bruises on your arms,
like the faded scars upon your thighs.

but my favorite color is lavender,
like the flowers in the spring,
like the sweater you always wear,
like the softer, sweeter things.

our favorite color is lavender,
but we have our different reasons,
yours reflect your tragedies,
and mine reflect the seasons.

man i wish i was fourteen

fuck off faggy shit go suck some dick,

what is this ifunny grade bullshit?

Your rhyme game was shit until the 3rd one

I like it :)

tell me how he kissed you
if his lips were softer than mine
if his fingers against your skin
sent a chill down your spine
tell me the words he whispered
at night and all alone
tell me his dirty thoughts
and how much you loved his moan
tell me of his beauty
the way he smiled with no care
how his eyes lit up with excitement
how the wind danced with his hair
tell me that you loved him
in a way you could never love me
everything he was
is what i'll never be

thanks man!! i appreciate it

poetry doesn't have to rhyme, kek

i might be some autistic faggot, but love peotry is the worst kind of cringy shit you can pull.

[NOT OP]
love


the emptness inside
shes like a fire slowly buring next to me i want to be in her
presens but it seems whenever i get too close i get burend
i wish i just wish there was a way but its never gonna happen
it seems to me asif the fuel for our love is buring out i want
to get more but i just cant push my self to do it maybe im just
scared of the unknow and wouldnt know what to do if i brought
her something she didnt like i dont know it seems like ive been
on my own too much with just a radator an artifisal love im
sorry for my plastic taste. darling i just wish we could be the
same but you are fire and i am water one day im gonna do it though
im just gonna give up and extuingush you as you extuingush me
but it will never be the same the nights will be so cold
why has god sent you here to torment me your like coins at
the bottem of a well so shinny in a dark and gloomy place you
mesmarise me but whenever i get close my amazemet turns to anger
as you loose a pece of yourself and i come to a boil ill just
have to be a silent observer but i will forever wish you were
mine

i've actually never considered that much of a love poem, since only one person is in love

(I wrote that when i was 14, im now 19)

>mesmarise
mesmerize, you fucknut

>"i wrote that when i was 14"

what part of that do you not understand retard?

Why are you doing this to me? Do you want me to do this too?

cringed a little bit... made me flash back to joji's lyrics (based shit) but you got something going on dont give up

I'm a depressed dissociated mess
Whos best bet of finding peace is death
Desperately reach and grasp at false straws
I need a rest; at least a sec to catch my breath
My lungs happen to match my vacant aching chest
I’ll no longer stay complacent or pretend again
To render my defenses I depend on dead and gone

There's an actual thread for this on normally but I'll say that I think you need to keep practicing because even you don't have confidence in your poetry and that's not a good thing.

i coud spel tat when i wuz then, and spanish isn't even my final form