Poems that were transferred from Edsby

Claudia Del Valle
No
I am Afraid


"I get it you're gay"
"Quit shoving your gayness in my face"
"Just keep it in the bedroom okay"
"Just not in front of my kids"


Oh my apologies.
I was not aware you got to decide,
What I am able to do,
With my body,
With my life.
Quit acting as if I am shoving my sexuality in your face.
Can you even comprehend,
How much heteronormativity I see,
In movies, books, and magazines?
And yet you dare say I am in your face.
No.
You do not understand how much I hide.
I am considered out of the closet,
So why do I still feel like I'm wearing a mask?
I have to look over my shoulder before kissing the girl I love.
I have to double check for teachers,
Before holding her precious hand.
And even now as I write I cry,
Because I know if the wrong teacher saw this,
My life could be over.
And yet you say I am flaunting my "gayness."
I am no where near flaunting.
In some ways no one ever leaves the closet,
Because the closet isn't a closet,
It's a dungeon.
One of which I can never escape.
I will always be scared.
I can never escape fear,
Even though I have been out for almost 2 years.
You do not have the right to tell me when I am showing off my sexuality,
Because in my mind its not showing off,
It's a game of Russian roulette.
If I do the "wrong" thing in the presence of the wrong people my life could be ruined,
And you dare call me attention seeking?
Because I express my love.
You do not understand the fear I face.
The fear so many others face.
I get called brave all the time for speaking out about my fear,
But I am not brave.
I speak out because I have no choice,
I speak out so my brother,
A boy I love so much,
Can grow up,
And not live in the terror I do.
I speak out for my best friends,
The ones terrified to talk to someone about how they feel,
Because they think it's wrong.
Make no mistake as I type these words I am mortified
But I know who I am is not wrong,
Is not a sin.
And so I refuse to listen to you people now.
I will not listen to you say
"Quit flaunting your gay"
No
If "flaunting" it is what it takes
to ensure no one has to grow up like I did,
Afraid,
Then I will flaunt it until the end of my days.

Nicholas Jeske

-First Stencil; Burning.-

the last bell is ringing
but nobody died,
smiles on the surface
but were crying inside.
the final farewell
like a welcome embrace,
a future we don't know
has taken our place.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

the sun is gone at high noon,
this day has come too soon,
these memories you'll find
only once in a blue moon.
we're trying to cope with
the time we have lost,
who knew these good times
could come with a cost.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

the travel is silent
for our last time away,
watch the place of memories vanish
and we've nothing to say.
we try to strain our eyes
and see through the tears,
to glance at our hearts home
for all of these years.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

now our arrival
at the last place we see,
set towards the warm flames
to set our past free.
we sing together
and speak tales of the past,
this time for admission
has come at long last.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

take out this stencil
blackened with paint
throw it in the fire
with all this restraint.
i can't pretend
this- time its the end,
goodbye to my love
and all of my good friends.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

So we watch the embers
stirring and churning,
the rising smoke
from this weight that is burning.
and the smoke goes forever
with one final tear,
i remember the past
and im glad i was here.

time to say-a goodbye,
the days passed have gone
just to see - the lives we've changed.

Claudia Del Valle

Hurricanes

Thunder cracks
Lightning strikes
The sounds so terrifying
The light so blinding
He can't see
He is lost in the storm
Will he ever make it out alive?
Rain howls down on him,
And soon hail joins,
He feels so weak
Everything is an attack
The poor boy cant breath
"Why can't you stop"
He begs to the rain,
To the hail,
To the thunder,
To the lightning.
But nothing changes,
The storm runs on and on.



Until finally he reaches the eye,
Every thing's calm
He can see,
He can breath,
But its to good to be true,
It always is,
The calm can never last.



All the pain,
The anguish,
The desperation
Comes flooding back
And now the wind decides to pick on him too
He cries out,
He lost all sense of control.
"Is there a purpose anymore?"
The hurricane is almost over,
But the boy can't tell
All he feels is pain
He's done fighting,
He's had enough.
He has no reason to go on
So he gives up.


Such a pity really
For if he had held on a little longer
The hurricane would have been over

Trinity Berg

A walking corpse.
That's all she is.
An blank face in a huge crowd...
Plastering on her mask every day
"I'm fine☺️"
She lies every day
To keep everyone around her safe
Her soul purpose? Or so she thought?
To help people.
To keep everyone from feeling the same pain she was in.
But the mask started to crack...
"Freak!"
"Whore!"
"Fat!"
Day by day,
The plaster began to crack..
She tried to cover it.
People saw her scars all over...
Yet no one dared to say a word
No one wanted the freaks help anymore...
What was her purpose?
Without helping people,
What was left?
That real girl?
She was already dead inside...
She had no purpose...
Her soul was replaced with a burning ball of fire

Trinity Berg

Long sleeves and fake smiles:/
Anxiety.
Depression.
Self Harm.
OCD.
Exams.
Stress.
Consuming her in a firey hell.
Everyone just brushed her away.
"I'm sure she's fine."
"Someone else will help."
"Get over it"
"This is just a phase."
She wore long sleeves every day.
If anyone noticed she would just blame her cat.
Always smiling
Helping others whenever she got the chance.
Making sure everyone else was okay.
Even though she was dying inside...
As long as everyone else was happy, then her pain was worth it.
Faking her smile very single day.
But then someone saw her arms...
Scars engraved into her skin forever...
Done on her own accord.
No one wanted to be friends with that young girl anymore..
"Freak."
"Psycho"
"Just kill yourself already!"
She had no purpose in this world anymore.
If she couldn't help others,
what was her purpose in staying here?
The young girl cried.
Every single night.
Slicing every piece of skin on her she could find.
The once straight A student is now failing 4 classes.
Her voices...
Killing a little bit more of what was left of her soul every night.
"Whore"
"You don't deserve to live"
"You're a failure at life"
"Kill yourself already"
Finally the young girl took everyone's advice..
She could help no one no longer.
How can you help others if you yourself aren't mentally stable?
The kids at school found out about the young girls suicide.
"She was always smiling"
"I saw them on her wrist, but I did nothing..."
"Why did she do it?"
The young girl didn't kill herself.
Society killed the young girl.

Amanda Shea

you weren't worth every shattered
piece of my heart,
not i'm left
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
and there is no one to catch me

Amanda Shea

Her blue lips constantly inhaled
all of those words filled with hatred
and finally her lungs wouldn't
allow fresh oxygen to flow
through her tainted soul

Robert Haywood

There was once a boy
Ordinary, average, destined for nothing
In sports he was the decoy
In school, he struggled just to do something
Every time his teachers called home
His parents flew into despair
He was aggressive, misunderstood
He was mocked; what could be hiding in THAT dome?
Everyone thought him to be beyond repair
Everyone though he could do no good
But every twilight
Once father, tired, had slipped into rest
Mother, passed out after the beatings
The boy snuck into a dark room
The view was beautiful at night
It stoked the emotional fires he'd test
It became an entity with whom he'd have meetings
And they weaved tales of love, sadness, relief and gloom
For he was a wordsmith
He poured his life out through paper and pen
Page after page his hurt soul would fill
And there he sat at his workshop
Hammering his heart into every sentence
His tears and blood, blessings from the gods of myth
He would spin webs from the silk of souls, they would never end
Night after night he twisted and bent
Give him a word, a seed, he could give you a crop
For there was not one letter that did not contain his essence
And no one knew of his gift
For his observant mind was never seen
He'd merely sit and watch
And mom and dad duked it out
As others stared at him with disdain
And believed he had nothing to cope with
But in his life there was a rift
From boy to basement dweller, coming clean
For him to botch
Was to begin yet another bout
As he filled his papers with his love and pain
For he was a wordsmith

Ronnique Hayes

I find fireflies in your eyes,
But will I ever catch them?
And when you manage to
Catch my sight
(Or is it the other way around?)
What do you see in my brown orbs?
Fireworks?
Flames?
The hidden tears?
Or do you care so little
That you have not even yet
Noticed their color?
Or do you just glance at
The girl positioned to my left
She stole your heart and broke it,
I only stirred it
(And even just that is an
Unproved inference)
Or do you,
For a secound,
Make a comparison,
And think that there are more
Worth searching for
In her pupils(or mine)
For maybe your ectasy comes from
A straightfoward gaze,
And I apoligize sincerely,
For I can only provide glances
Which I hope are not taken the wrong way
For I can only see yours,
Not mine
And it seems,sometimes,
A secound worths
Is all you need,
A picture tells a thousand words
But maybe you don't need a picture,
If that secounds worth scene of mfy iris,
Tells you all the words I wish I spoken
But I'm afraid it doesn't
You see, my eyes only
Can not fix what I see broken in yours
The darkness,the despair,wait, do I see hatred?
Not for me,I notice,
Towards the girl to my left
But I would still gladly,
Get any type of attention,
She gets from your eyelids
Because she stole it from me,
And though I sometimes belive
That its rightfully mine
Only you hold the power
Of what gets be detected by your retina
Even if it results
In a little overworking of my tear ducts
I do it so their will be no redness
Clouding anyones corneas
Except mine
Because I am to scared to cause anyone
A minor discomfort,even for the greater good
It could result in happy eyes,
But I force my self to belive the outcome
will only be wet ones
For me,or for you
Because I would die if you hated me
(Eye contac tnearly kills me every day)
Your eye for my heart
(Would your pupils widen if I told you,
Or would you have and icy gaze?)
But at least for now,
Your gaze is melted
And I would glady drink every drop
Of attention it gave me
But I'm afraid
I'm not fit to receive it
And they are let out in the form of tears
Slowly soakibg through your pillow case
You once told me this,
That you cry yourself to sleep at night,
That your eyes can no longer be a
False ray of sunshine,
That always beam"I'm functioning"
Even though you really can't
I feel sorry
Because I feel the same way
But the time you spoke those words to me
Where when I still believed
I was the center of your attention,
Just like the black pupil in the center of your iris
But I mistook those conversations
As attraction,or trust
Sometimes I belive
That our whole existinse
Was built from the abstinence of "her"
And that I was only the back-up,
Filling in for the main lead
Of your eyes and your heart
And that i mean nothing to you
Because it was her,you spilled both your eyes
And your heart to her
And she glady took them,
(As would I)
And I pressed the blame onto myself,
Was it something I said?
Or the things I avoided?
The conversations led sour because my
inability to be anything but a coward?
Maybe it was the way my iriss could not expell
Confidence
in every single direction
Like she did.
Or maybe I wasnt attractive
(Noone ever told me that I had pretty eyes)
But you wouldnt matter,right?
Someone with deep eyes
Can't have a shallow veiw
And I have learned
That things like that wouldn't bother you
And since it was my own petty fears
That prevented me from being radient
Its truly only I that I can blame
But its not my fault your lens
Saught another that wasn't me
But I still wish
That in the blink of my eyelid
I could go back
And fix the flaws
Somehow prevent your heart from wanting
For someone that wasn't me
Because I was afraid of the fall,
But to you,heights are part of life
Maybe its not that big of a jump,anyway
Maybe my eyes are just playing tricks on me
But I'm still cowering on the ledge of the skyscraper
While the whole world is in my eyesight
Right before my fingertips
People at the bottem,willing to catch me
But I don't jump
With the fear
That they stuck around for the motivation
But won't be there for the descent
And when my life comes crashing on the pavement
They'll gather around
Look me straight in the eye
And you'll be the one to tell them
To throw rocks
Because to me,
Every situation is a jump,
And every "could-be" is the worst case scenario
But my eyes ARE playing tricks on me,
As my pupils widen at every single oppurtunities,
My cornea distorts it,
And my irises stare foward in fear
(Looking at you,every once in awhile,of course
|Well maybe a little more than once in a while|)
I can never see the real city veiw,
Because I'm so far up from reality,
And up here,
Everythings a nightmare
And maybe that's why
I'm so reluctant to do anything
Even though I'm screaming at my self
To climb to the top floor,
Crawl outside a windowsill,
And see if I can Fly
And that feeling gives my charisma
Like I can conquer the world,and that
Everything is mine if I will it
I'm high,high on hormones,
Because I'm sure no drug can ever feel like this
I scare myself
I'm flying
But I eventually have to fall
And the best way to make me crumble,
Cause all of this confidence to shed to peices,
Broken as eaisly as it was made,
Is with eye contact
Show me that you care,
and it'll all come tumbleing down
Your like me,you just needer bigger push
But we get torn to fragments all the same,
I just fell on a harder peice of sidewalk
And you do a better job of fixing what
Was always broken
Little fragments,
Shards stuck within your iris
I notice
Because only one that has patched themselves up
Can reconize the handywork of one trying to do
The exact same
But noone else reconizes,
Your a freshly oiled machine,
And there we stand,
In the midst of eyes that never seen real tears,
Falling apart,
Making
Eye contact
Do I dare even try
To hide your identity
(Like the feelinhgs I've been hiding just behind me eyelids?)
Your eyes are aready screaming help
(Would this just make the shreik sound louder?)
In a world where I don't seem to care,
I am still apprehenisive of letting you open your eyes
(Why can't my lips speak what my eyes are aready saying?)
Even though I'm at the point
Of disecring each and every layer
Of my iris
And showing you the shards of me
That are lodged deep within its dark brown shade
(It it even worth it any more?)
I've been theough hell,
And I can longer pretend
That's its beneath my feet
When its all around me
(My pupils can no longer tell the difference
Between my hell,my heaven,and reality)
Why do I even bother
To write poems
Like they're love letters
Only to stay stagnant
The thought of sending them
Gone
As quick as the time it takes for us to make
Eye contact
(What's the purpose?)
I'm done
(Do I dare say your name?Does it even make a difference?)
You seem to swithh your interest so fast
Your pupil on me,then her,then another
(Here I go: Don Miquel Ocampo)
Its nearly midnight
And here I am
Using every word
I have in my heart
To try and capture the pure essence
Of your eyes
And I have just noticed that I have
not once
mentioned
Their color
(Should I?)

Stephon Bazile

Starbucks part 1
Frappes
mochas
taking over my life bit by bit
every morning all i want is Starbucks...
No all of the time i want Starbucks

Stephon Bazile

Starbucks part 2
Im homeless now
all my money spent on starbucks
I sleep in the back of the establishment
Becoming more and more...
Hypnotized by the smell of coffee beans and bakery delights

Stephon Bazile

Starbucks part 3
Its midnight i am seriously craving mochas
I break in i dont hear any alarms so i proceed to take items
I stuff my face
devouring everything in sight
i want it...
I need it all

Nicholas Jeske

-Fog-

Of all this time
It’s never been clear
What’s my purpose?
Why am I here?
My priorities been biased
The clock’s no longer concerning
The reality of this
Is finally returning.
I believed my own lies
And lived by my label
Dancing on the grave
Of a soul that’s unstable.
I’ve been so blind
Such a thick façade
And they all knew
And didn’t applaud.
And it’s what I deserved
But its pennies compared
To a hidden back story
From a person who’s scared.
The defense was a mask
Of a falsified might,
But they were so far left
That even death looked right.
And I didn’t see
Past the exclusivity,
The only person stopping death
Turns out it was me.
But my past state was a blank slate
To the future of selfish design
Pulling too tight hoping to keep
The credit for help I thought was mine.
And I used to be pissed
At people trying to take
The one source of my joy
When what they offered was fake.
But now it’s the ignorance
And their words that sting
The submissive spirit
Of a beautiful thing.
And they DON’T understand
How hard it can be
The constant berating
And effects they can’t see.
All of the pressure
Expectance and condescending,
These “parents” who have vowed to help us
The whole time they were just pretending?!
And the swirling thoughts and mistakes and regret
Why won’t you people all stop and just let
This cover of a person who’s been breaking a sweat
To satisfy a world while caught in a net.
To please them all
Like chasing a perspective,
Trouble used to be rare
But now it’s expected.
And I know it’s confusing,
And at times it gets hard,
To find hope in a world
For a heart that’s been scarred.

Dawson White

I havent been able to express my thought on the end of the year as much as ive wanted to so here

Friends
the things that keep us going
through all the pain
all the late nights
all the bad grades
all the upset parents
all the angry teachers
they are there when your down
there when you cant hold yourself up
there to lend a hand
and then...
when you seem to make the largest of bonds
it all comes to an end
when it seems like it couldnt be better
it all ends
all the amazing times and laughs
almost to an end
6 days
in memory of you know who
6x3=666
but thats not the point
6 days
6 pointless, meaingless days
but if tooken to the heart
they can be used
not for bad
not for good
but for something to remember
in the begining
everyone says it will last forever
at yet we are here now
6 days to end it
"finish him" says the computer
to do everything weve ever wanted to do
and in those 6 days
we may never see each other
for the rest of our known lives
but that is the reason we must
continue as if we have 666 days
as if we will never leave each others sides
the more we dwell on these days as bad
or as good
the more we will forget them
or remember them as bad
so, my friends
i must say
thank you for everything
for all the support
all the laughs
everytime youve made fun of me
everytime youve complimented me
anything youve ever even talked to me
almost every time
ive loved every moment
and i will never forget any of you
"i wont forget you but i may forget your name"
i say this not because i like this song
but because it tells you
that i choose to remember
not to froget
my friends

Amanda Shea

I should've known that crying over you
wouldn't bring you back
I should've listened to them,
for once they actually knew what they
were talking about
You could've stopped this mess
You could've ended it right as it happened
But no...
You just HAD to make a mountain
out of a mole hill, didn't you?
You left me stranded with nowhere to go
I could no longer breathe because of you
I trusted
How could you do such a thing to
your own flesh and blood?
Maybe next time I'll do the same thing to you
Maybe that will set you straight for once...

Dylan Radley

Seven days
Seven days to say goodbye,
Seven days to see friends new and old,
Seven days at Williams,
Seven days in it's cafeteria,
Seven days to eat the terrible lunch food,
Seven Days.

Amanda Shea

Out of everyday she felt so horrible,
she never thought she would ache so bad
that her stomach feels like it's
about to catapult out of her chest
Her eyes have begun to long for happiness,
and her legs,
collapse under the pressure
She feels as if her world is crashing
down on her like a sneaky tornado
ripping up every house on the block
The pain is constantly coursing
through her body,
and she doesn't know how to stop it
She wants to end the tormenting agony
so, so badly
She wants to wash away all of her
deepest, darkest fears
and forget about every mean remark
that's been said to her
She feels like she's suffocating
and is being sucked into a black hole
She's beginning to think that
vanishing into thin air will save
all of her problems
and I'm beginning to think that
her soul will never be healed...

Robert Haywood

This poem is meant for Nick...

Everyday
Many monsters murder mindfulness
I know they're yours
Never may the crazed fall
Enter this realm, and find
May is the true month of crime
Make it there
You'll find your expectations shattered
Dreidels reveal Maccabees
And worshipers of hell extinguish your flame
Revealing billions more
Lie to me, I dare you
I know who thinks alike
Not unless you realize
Games like this are just that

Robert Haywood

I stare out the window
Parth is all I can think of
Fried chicken
Ball
Shrek
These things have changed my life
But Parth...
Enlightenment is now near for me
His face is a lighthouse
In the dark ocean of my memories

I daydream about him
Parth is golden fluid
Filling the empty abscesses in my brain
Others try to bring me back to life
To the real world
The real world is Parth

Parth is all that matters
In math class, 1+1 is Parth
9+10 is Parth
10+9 is Parth
What does it mean to Christmas tree?
I Parth
History presentation
Parth
Everything
Parth

I travel home
Afraid of persecution
I hide in my room
Showing the lord my love
Then he changes me
Once again
Parth bed sheets
Parth poetry
Parth clothing

I'm spreading the gospel at dinner
Food is nothing
Parth is all we need
At school
A presentation on a religion
I tell my peers
Parth is life
Passion dominates these minutes
The teacher is afraid
He compliments me
Tells me my faith is incredibly intricate...
For a fake religion
I fly into a rage
Screaming
Shouting
Terror
I think of Parth as I batter these calm souls
His inner peace
And in his name
I stop
He has pulled me out of this rage
But not before everyone gets hurt

No more school for me
That's fine
Just more time
To hang out on the streets
Cardboard signs
"Find inner peace!"
"This is the truth!"
No one believes me
I rage in my bedroom
In the streets
At dinner
Destroying the things I love
My belongings
My friends
My family
They don't matter
All that matters
Is Parth

The others are beginning to worry
My father eyes me suspiciously
My sister keeps a wide berth around me
My mother shies away from conversation
She
He
They know what it will end up in
Parth
All that I care about
Is Parth

My room is empty
In honor of Parth
And then
I buy notebooks
Thousands of them
Parth fills their pages
The pages fill my notebooks
They notebooks fill my dim room
I'm stuck there
The whole day
Just me
Me and Parth
Rituals
Parth
I'm shouting his glorious name
Until my voice is lost
And then some more
I sleep on the notebooks
Soon, I break free
I destroy my house
The entire neighborhood
In the name of Parth

They send me to the mental hospital
They don't know the truth
Maybe I'm not trying hard enough...
I MUST show them salvation!
I shout his praises
And it's not very soon
That I become a pariah
Another "inmate" tells me he doesn't care
I show him Parth's love
But it's not very pretty

Now, solitary
A dark room
Padded floors
I bang them
I jump and scream
I glorify his name
PARTH!
I scream it endlessly
Since for all I know
There's actually someone listening
I have to hold hope

Parth provides that hope
I might go insane
But not with Parth
He is all the company I need
My speech degrades
Soon, It's incoherent babbling
I'm stumbling around
My thin, malnourished body, jumping in desperation
My glazed eyes, searching for any sign of my savior
Gibberish is better than nothing

It's taking my mind
Parth's love
I'm slipping from sanity
But this is a good thing
I'm escaping the society Parth has shown is evil
I begin to hallucinate
My arms reach out to my true lord...
Parth
I see him
He's so close
I dream about him
I begin to lose the ability to think
I continue to perform the rituals
It's all in Parth's name

My thoughts are all clouded
I'm laying in a catatonic heap on the ground
I can't see
Can't hear
Can't feel
But that's okay

The fragments of my thoughts
They're all
I can
Find

And soon
Only one word
One glorious
Name
Begins to repeat itself
Parth

I've forgotten
My name
All I can
Comprehend is
Parth
But even that
Is slipping from me
I'm on my last legs
And Parth
He's keeping
Me
Here, to usher
In his
Love

The last
Moments
Parth's name
Fading in and out
All that
Matters
Now
Is
Parth [x7]

Zachariah Morris

Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Robert Haywood

Poetic enlightenment has blossomed
A god has ascended
Raptures of golden thought flash before our eyes
This triumph of minimalism has changed us forever
Heaven's golden embrace warms all (except for Zach)

Robert Haywood

Crazed, I continue to rampage
Horrible screams pierce my ears
I can't hear them
Closed off from them, I continue to feast
Kill me if I can't find my prize
Enemies, however, see my survival, and
Never may you not know what I was truly seeking

Najat Mustafa

I love oil painting
the way you start with a blank white canvas
some might believe its just blank
but I see something different
I see a whole world of imagination on that canvas
the painting could be anything I want it to be
it can show memories or dreams
happiness or sadness
love or hatred
oil painting is the way I escape into another world, where my worries, fears, and frustration melts away from me
where I can truly be myself, and express how I feel without being judged
I now truly no that I don't only have dreams inside of me, but that they come to life as my paint brush dances across the canvas

Zachariah Morris

-Report Inappropriate-
Call it what you want
Label how you see it
Its the perspective
oh so blind
that took the sight from the mice
You can't
be human
without humanity
But why these words?
perhaps benny boe's thoughts
His life
is what?
*Imagination*
Perhaps
nothing
A fairy tale
lost

Robert Haywood

The Cliche Poem

Love prevails over all
Even though Mistress Death seems near
Thy bosoms plucked outh,
As feareth thou art soul hath been
Because our society is flawed
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know what poetry is anymore?
Sorry, those 3 hidden lines were unique
FIND THE HIDDEN MEANING
I don't even know what love is!
We've battered it down
Our cliques, and...
Society
Society
Society
I don't even know who I am!
Thine emotions are flooding
I'm sad
I don't care about you
Does love prevail over all?
I secretly need some
But i'm not like other girls
I'll just push you away
Not for the attention, like silly Rob says
But because of my mask
I hide behind a mask
It smiles, hides terror
As I secretly dread the day I make an error
Masks
Masks
Masks
What is the purpose?
We're all falling into the monstrous clutches of Mistress Death anyways
And guess what's making it accelerate like Medusa scared the Flash and he ran like one of Sandy's metaphors?
Society
Society
Society
These proverbs flow easily
But my hand cannot bear to inscribe them
Poets are messiahs
But my blood is bad
What is life?
It's love...
It's death...
It's nature...
It's
It's
It's
It's society, isn't it?
Society
Society
Society
Help me
The mask is killing me
But that's not the only thing
It never is
Soci... Nope
I won't say the evil word
For that's killing me too
Who am I kidding?
No one will see this
I'll make all this worse
Then descend into my nightmares
And i'll wake up
And tell people how i'm not like the others
But I still try to be
With
This mask
And it
It flips me
Takes me
Over
Always
Completely
And you don't know
Trust me
I'm...
I'm violent
Don't anger
Me
I'll stab your throat
With a
Pencil
What is this shield?
Trust me,
Disciple.
I've built it up.
We all have done it once, and it's one of our greatest flaws.
And we refuse to recognize this terrible trait, the horrible hypocrites we always are.
But i'm not going to fix it, according to those I used to call my "fellow poets".
F*** their d*** h***-bound c*** souls.
Damn
Damn
Damn
Hell hell hell
Crap crap crap
There you go
That's
What
I
Think
You can't see the real me
You.
Don't.
Know.
I should just leave
This world
I'll be blunt
I'M JUST LIKE THAT
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK
I'm going into bliss
If I, lowly worm, deserve it
I will complete the metamorphosis
And bloom as an eagle
But as an accursed rose,
I've got to go
What is life?
It's what's about to be missing
If it was ever there at all
And just remember to blame it all on
Society
Society
Society