write your poetry here!!

its funny how we

outgrow what we once

thought we couldnt live without

and then we fall in love with what we

didnt know we even wanted.

life keeps leading us

on journeys we would never go on if it were upto us.

Dont be afraid.Have faith.find lessons

trust the journey

-marcandangel

️ ️ ️ TRIGGERS IN THIS POEM (but its a motivating one so please don't edit it) ️ ️ ️

Life is painful and empty,
lonesome and weighty.
Trauma is life and everything around,
and you fight all your life just to be 6 feet underground.

Life has given me a lot,
but mostly more traumas to pot.
In my urn of things to overcome,
for everything I've managed just to come undone.

I have fought for what feels like forever,
just for us two to embrace together.
But no matter what I do,
non of it seems to come through.

But no matter how many times you rape me,
beat me down, lock me up and make me hate me.
I will always rise up,
like a cockroach, I will never give up.

And even if you find me wrist bleeding and facing the ground.
Just know I'll come back.
Even if it's just so I can hunt your ass,
and put a little yellow flower in your tiny-butt-crack.

Ghost Girl

She lays there, staring at the wall

Waiting for sleep to come and break her fall

Time infinite she spends in vain,

Wasting down the memory lane

Many a great tasks to be done 'morrow

No place in the pace for sorrow.

Come the next day, she keeps her imagination at bay

For in a battle of brains, no place for the fay.

She goes for a stroll in the evening light,

Laughing on compliments and insults alike

Talking to the stars, she stopped caring long ago to the people's words

She would be the most powerful, if only books could be yielded as swords.

Goes the only way she knows to express

Barely legible letters into a page compressed

She wants people to know her, yet shys away from the light lime,

But deep down she knows desire is not much a crime.

Her life is an open book, come and go as you please

But do not blame her if you don't understand, for she herself is struggling out of the leash.

One day at a time she thinks, and yet plans for the future she builds.

Lives yet some stolen moments from her family, not by blood but by heart

Waiting for the storm to settle to sort her life's parts

Little does she know in the storm is her life,

Not to destroy, but just to give her the high

Sometimes raining, sometimes windy, and a bit of sunny too

She gives herself no choice but to make it through.

Yet as comes night, she calls upon the sleep to help her again

For one day her dreams will mould into reality

But till then she will continue,

Floating through

The ghost girl

Joy

I use to run, I use to play,

I used to smile throughout the day,

Most who watched saw happiness and joy,

While behind the scenes I was played with like a toy,

But I was no silent piece of plastic,

My voicebox was loud and clear,

I could see past it,

Normal was not near,

He gave me fear but I surpassed it,

I used my voice box the best I could,

Telling anyone with a heartbeat he was not good,

At first they listened,

Pity fell in their eyes,

But soon after no one cared for my cries,

That didnt stop me,

My voice box was loud,

Even after being played with like a rag doll and tossed around,

He heard my cries as well,

No punishment was recieved,

As he heard me weep,

Knowing no one cared for me,

Until someone else picked me up,

Joy came to her eyes,

She saw no broken toy,

But a voice box that was alive,

He saw fear that day,

Realizing he could no longer play with me as a toy,

Most didnt see past what he had made me to be,

But this lovely lady with a psychology degree,

Didn't see me as the beat and bruised,

The tired and aged,

But as the little girl I was,

I am grateful for that day.

-A

As hard as I may work, I am talentless.

As strong as I may seem, I am weak.

“Good job,” they tell me. Lies.

I’m trying to find order in my mess.

Thud. Thud.

I cannot escape them. My nightmares give chase and I

will never be free.

Pain, so much pain!

I nurse my bruises, clean spilled blood.

No structure to this chaos in my head

insecurity runs riot I am

not in control save for the next

one night stand that I invite to my bed.

For now all is quiet…

But wait!

Harsh words, screaming conflict

World War Three is upon me.

I gaze lovingly

Hate deep in my heart

Kept at bay by the tenderness I feel.

Spare me.

Purple is my favourite colour but

it is missing from my skin now

My heart is shredded by the ones I love who

spit daggers.

Oh, how I wish you would strike me again.

"I'm not doing so good"

She tried to say

But it only came out

As "I'm ok"

It's not great and it's auper short but.....

Alarmed

DANGER DANGER,

WARNING, all alarms blarring to

get yourself out of a situation,

Danger Danger,

Warning, in the blink of an eye

you are victimized,

When all alarms go off

I yield my weapon of choice,

Consent,

Although consent can't pin someone down,

Can't insert itself into a no willing body,

Can't tear someones insides,

Can't imprint trauma,

danger danger,

warning, all alarms are going off,

Yet consent can't help me.

-A

I walk out of the rubble

The falling dust still stinging my eyes

Ashes mark my face like war paint

My arms comfortably numb

From fighting my way through the wreckage

I walk away from the past

From yesterdays anger and sorrow

Bridges I lit up behind me

I watched burn to the ground

So I won’t recross them tomorrow

Old worlds left beneath me crumbling

Memories still aflame

Left to drown in the smoke

But…

I walked out of the rubble

Unscathed

I have a poetry blog that I'd be happy to give you the link to if you'd like it. :)

@youarenotalone00 Here's mine:

The snow falls, the wind blows

The college campus a show

Lights turned on, professors working

Here comes a girl who is lurking

The quiet girl, the girl with no problems it seems

Has few problems but one out weighs all

The sound of a pill bottle in her dorm she fights

A daily occurrence to get high but to get help

The struggle being experienced will not be forgotten

The girl gets high off of prescriptions and over the counter medications

Then a friend shows up into her life and tells her to seek out help

The girl gets the help but then finds out one of her friends is also a recovering addict

The recovering addict becomes more than a friend

The friend becomes a shoulder to lean on

A hand to hold for guidance and help

Fingers to type the friend questions and how he's doing with his life

Soon enough the girl's friends all rally around her

To make the girl feel loved and cared for, to be accepted

Her friends help her feel that can quit her addiction

Those are the same friends that want the best for her

Friends that have her back are the ones she needs to keep

@youarenotalone00

LoveSight

I watch him through a window

my head filled with laughter

only to remember all the times we had together

him standing there on his way

As I rushed there one day

only to find he wasn't there

To only see him dare to be...

with another young lady

heartbroken as you see

struck my heart and lay there be

there my life has ended, for an eternity

-A.G