Leah's Poetry Dumpster
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Note that most of my poetry isn't about myself or my thoughts. For whatever strange reason, I find it insanely difficult to keep my poems about myself, even if that's my intent.
I'm just going to link this. I was originally going to make a story from those poems, but I gave up. It would have been a romance but I can't write romance for s---.
I'll post some poems later. -
Why do i try if I can't keep you
I've loved you for a while
But I guess I need something deeper
And when you told me you liked me
My heart grow ten times bigger
Now ill give you the chance
You got the key to my heart
Open me up, just beware what you find
Cause I'll love you till the day I die
Ill love you even when I cry
If you hurt me I might still be sad
But a love like this will surly last
Cant stop crying cause I can't help
When I try to speak I shut down
I see people have no trouble
But even if it just me and you I'll studder -
Not sure if I ever actually posted this one here or not.
Petals fall near
Twisted stems
Fading colors
Speak of end
Raspy whispers
Silent to you
To them they're screaming
"Winter's doom!"
Crooked timelines on
Wrinkled paper
Promising oceans
Turned to vapor
Paths are trampled
And destroyed
Long journeys just
To find the void
Ancient diaries
Piled high
Close the book
The story won't die -
Nature NoviceI got no one to play with
And those feeling rushing back
They only care about their hearts
They only care about their eyes
They've got their reason
And those feeling rushing back
What I feel everyday is the same
No need to ask for more
Just be me for one day
And those feeling rushing back
Only if they know
But they didn't know
And this feeling rushing back
A specific one
To be sure you know it
Only one word to explain
And you will know it
I got no one to talk to
And that feeling rushing back
Nothing could compare my sadness
Nobody could compare my sadness
Because I'm sadder than the saddest
I even asked it
Couple of time and more
Why should I live?
I need someone to answer that
Before those feeling rushed back
If you really want to know it
Just read it with your heart
(Not part of poem : my english poems always ends like song, I don't know why, but I love to write something over and over. Okay, the word I mean was and is lonely/loneliness -
your poems are all beautiful but they don't belong in a dump
also
"my poems need an appropriate home"
shoo now -
Mechanical
Real, are you real
Because I can't see
Outside the body
That's constricting me
Real, am I real
Or mechanical too
Mechanical, as fake
And made up as you
Real, is this real
Or an industrial world
Producing machines
We call boys and girls -
Notion
Oh dear, oh dear, I have my beliefs
It just so happens they're not what you think
Of course, of course, you should force yours on me
Because I would never do such a thing
Go on, go on, you've always been blind
You've always been cursed with a gullible mind
But please, but please, whatever you do
Don't force me to think the same lies as you
Oh my, oh my, you follow this notion
You follow with ignorantly strict devotion
It seems, it seems, that you have forgotten
The meaning of beliefs and why we have sought them
Belief, belief, keep that word in mind
It seems you tend to forget all the time
In fact, in fact, beliefs are personal things
what if you like pink and I'd rather green?
Would you, would you, paint everything pink
Say you have faith in the color and don't need to think
There's no, there's no, reason behind your thoughts
You're only carrying out what you're taught
You're blind, you're blind, why can't you see?
You aren't supposed to force these things on me
It's wrong, it's wrong, but it's what you've been told
I suppose you'll just do it, lo and behold
I don't care, I don't care if you call me 'disgrace'
You can call me a fool, you can spit on my face
But oh, but oh, that only shows
How little you people actually know -
Apathy
Apathy to those who walk the wrong path
Apathy who those who have no way back
Apathy to those that can't help but be wrong
Apathy to those who were like this all along
Apathy to those who have hurt us before
Apathy to those who love to ignore
Apathy to those who who will never learn
Apathy to those whose lives never turn
Apathy to those who walk narrow roads
Apathy to those who sing as they go
Apathy to those who tell us we're wrong
Apathy to those so caught up in their songs
Apathy to those who think this of us
Apathy to those who have lost all our trust
Apathy to those who deserve to die
Apathy to those who never asked why -
(I wrote the first part of this about my own thoughts, but in the second I sort of wandered.)
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Surrounded by fog, reality looms
I'm content on my own little clouds
My mind is a war zone of more than two armies
And thoughts I'd never dare say out loud
But what if I do and you just don't know
Because you never bothered to pay attention
I can scream all I want about help that I need
But won't care till your name is mentioned -
*you won't care
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I Can't
I can't sing
I don't have a special voice
I have one that works
Just well enough
To sing along while no one listens
I can't do anything
I can't dance
I used to take classes when I was younger
I wasn't that good, but I had fun
I had fun until I quit
I quit, just like with everything else
I can't do anything if I never have a chance
I can't draw
I'm not like everyone else in my family
Or my best friends
Or the people online
I have no talent, even though I try
No talent, only crumpled paper
Only eraser shavings
Only broken pencils
I can't do anything if I never have a chance
One I won't give myself at all
I can't write
I'm not like my mother, or my best friends
I don't have a way with words
I'd love to be talented
To be like the authors
But I can only say what's on my mind
And it never sounds very good
I can't do anything if I never have a chance
One I won't give myself at all
For fear I won't do it right
I can't play a sport
I never understood the point
It's too much work and I can never have fun
My fun could cause a whole team to lose
If I do it wrong
And I know I will
So I always avoid it
I can't do anything if I never have a chance
One I won't give myself at all
For fear I won't do it right
Because I always fall short
All I have is my grades
And even those are dropping
They're dropping because I've stopped caring
Because I don't want to be the nerd
That everyone thinks must be so lucky
So lucky to have such grades
When in reality it's hell
They laugh if I do a single thing wrong
I hate myself for missing a single question
I cry if I lose to the others
I worry so, so much about the stupidest things
And I'll never be good enough
I'll never be a hundred
So why bother
I can't do anything except the things I wish I couldn't
I wish I never had the chance to be so horrible
I wish I'd stop messing everything up
I have no talent, none that I want
I'll never be as good as them
I just can't
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