Poetry Oh look at that. (Random one-shots)

Atarashii

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These are bad, yes I know.
I can't rhyme.
Idk how poems work.
I had fun making these though haha.

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My world went black
My mind went hazy
The sound of a crack
Echoed loudly with a gaze
It felt like doom itself
Had come to bid me hello
Wished I was dead

The room went silent
Sobs feeling like needles
Poking at my skin ever so violent
I bent down
covered my face
Waiting to drown
As my heart began to race

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Insomnia/Sonnet


Sleep is for the ones of strong mind they stated.
But I am strong, even if sleep is not on my mind.
They whispered mindless remarks in my ears as they awaited.
They watched as I stumbled around as If I was blind, my foolish pride getting destroyed from behind.
Our words are truer than your pride, yet you won’t relent your actions.
I dance with death, my life hanging on its last thread. Being persistent in hopes to avoid my fate.
Give up. Their voices crowd my mind, filling it with distractions as I looked at my options with dissatisfaction.
I shout into the emptiness that is my world in agony as I await judgement, standing before the golden gate.
They watch me with hawk eyes. They say how cruel it is for the action that I avoided with grace to become my demise.
I plead to the gods to give me hope, the guilt burning aflame in the deepest part of my soul.
They ignore my pleas, turning a blind eye to my hopelessness. I had nothing left to bring to my cause. Therefore, I improvised.
There is nothing left for you to say, you failed to see the ocean for the waves. We are not here to extol.
I say nothing more. My own foolish desires have come to finish me off as I succumbed to my failure one last time.
Stubbornness and pride seem to have caught up to me now that I am no more than just an endless plane with no rhyme.

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Leakage/Sonnet


My veins are filled with lead, pumping through my metal body.
My heart is wet, rusting at the corners. Do I have feelings anymore? Or are they lost to time?
The gears are turning ever so loudly, creaking as my vision goes foggy.
Am I to live for feelings that I never felt before? Or am I no more than a mime?
I watch the world tick tock like a clock. Yet it seems so wound up it might be a bomb.
Life goes through its stages, people come alive then die. But I am always the same.
Nothing changes, frozen in time as the world moves without me. I don’t feel anything but calm.
With nothing more but my own head, I sit and ponder. But all my ideas put me to shame.
What is this leaking affecting my eyes? Does the oil that is dripping mean this is a cry?
Am I more than just an object? I ask for an answer but the reply is just another mendacity.
I look for answers. Am I more than just a thing or am I only here to comply?
Is what I have just found true? I ask for confirmation but their words hold no accuracy.
The text read true. I am a human no more. Just another piece of fiction.
I lost who I was for something I am not. A hollow shell is what they turned me into without restriction.

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And that's it. Not many but they exist. Hope you enjoyed reading, if you don't. I understand why. (Not really)
 
I really loved reading them! They may not rhyme (like you've said) but the meaning that they hold is very profound and almost philosophical. Kudos!
 
I really loved reading them! They may not rhyme (like you've said) but the meaning that they hold is very profound and almost philosophical. Kudos!
Ah thank you very much for the compliment, i'm glad you enjoyed reading them (:
 
Guess who wrote more poems. (Or whatever these are, heck I don't even know)
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Oh come back to me,
So I may feel your warmth.
Your body against mine,
So soundly, so soothingly.
The tranquility was like a drug.
A drug I was addicted to.
Hooked on.
Surviving on.
And you loved it.
Until you didn't.
Leaving me frigid,
and bitter.
Oh come back to me,
So I can rip your spine.
So you won't ever be able,
to sleep again.
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You speak of ignorance and disgust.
You look at me with daggers.
As if you could kill me right there and then.
Without a second thought.
Without a shadow of a doubt.
Oh but how exquisite you look.
The small flick of your eyes.
The small movements.
To get closer to you,
I would do anything.
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Begging

Beg for forgiveness and your mercy, you didn’t show me any but I will always love you like we did. Together.

Pulling

Pull me into your arms so we can share our memories and laughs, be together as one. Like you promised.

Pushing

Push me away, I'll never leave no matter how much you try to get me out of your mind. Because you know, you want me.

Loving

Love is hard, but I’ll persist. To love you like you did for me. Sparing nothing to see me happy, I’m glad I found you.

Leaving

Leave, left, loss. Leaving me in the dirt, left me with nothing. I lost everything but I’ll still be there. Begging, pulling, pushing and loving.
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Walk

Walk away.

Walk far, far away.

Walk far, far away. Find them.

Finding them is harder than it sounds.

Because they aren't anywhere else, close to me that is.

But I know where they are, and I will find them if it’s the last thing I’ll do.

They know where I am, they know very clearly but they can’t come to me, it’s alright.

Because I’ll be there waiting for them when they come to find me, arms outstretched waiting.
One.

Small.

Oversight.

I’m dead as can be.

And they aren’t dead as can be.

And I don’t want them to die, not yet.

I won’t let them die. I want them alive, and healthy.

And happy.

And loving me.

But they won’t love me.

Because I love them, they won’t.

A tragic tale, but they have their whole life.

To figure out that they love me with all their heart.

And nothing else, it won’t take long. Because they are with me.

Just.

Not.

Dead.

And.

They.

Don’t.

Love.

ME.
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I think I'm just scared,
Scared to press that button.
Pull up that screen.
Watch as words flood the page.
Listen as my heart drops.
Oh what have I done now?
What have I done to upset you?
Read slowly, eyes wandering the page.
What have I done?
That made you hate me.
To not want to talk to me.
To think you're useless, and worthless.
That you fill every end of the sentence with an i'm sorry.
That punches a hole deep inside me.
With every word.
Have I not tried enough?
Am I just an idiot, a freak.
Who can't say anything, just re-read the messages.
And hope for the better.
And feel like a piece of bullcrap.
Who can't do anything.
To make it feel just a little bit better.
Instead I write.
And write.
And hope, It will get better.
I know it won't.
But oh how I wish it will.
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Take the fall, take the blame. Watch it go up in flames.
You speak soundly, so quietly, so nicely.
For I am the fool, to hope you don't go out so quickly.
The memories that plague me, that keep me haunted won't go.
The regrets, the guilt. The dreams smothered upon ashes and decay.
But it's alright, it's alright. I'll be fine, I'll forget this ever happened. And go home.
Go home, go home.
I'll go home, and sleep like nothing ever happened.
Sleeping in a bed of thorns, knowing that I'm lying to myself.
Lying through my teeth, that i'll be fine. That nothing ever happened.
Because something did happen, it hurt you. It hurt you so bad.
And I'll never come back from it, because you will forgive me.
Forgive me for everything, say sorry like they are bandaids.
Bandaids placed on your own wounds, deep as a knife can get.
I watch, helplessly, knowing that my words are just cuts.
Cuts in your skin, useless as they wound every inch of skin that can be seen.
Oh how I want to help, to beg for forgiveness, and leave this behind me.
But it isn't that easy.
It never is that easy.
Knowing that I'm the problem, that I can keep myself together.
Like a dam breaking, flooding you and your senses.
Oh how I wish to take everything back, to have never met you.
Then maybe, maybe I wouldn't be the knife in your back.
Cutting you up, like a sculpture ready for display.
Crying as I do so, I never want to hurt you.
Yet I'm hurting you, hurting you everytime I open my mouth.
Letting words flow out and under me, as if I was skilled in my work.
Skilled to the point, I don't even have to try.
Don't have to try and I could get you moved to tears.
Saying sorry, saying you were sorry.
I know you are, but am I?
Am I sorry? or am I just the fool, the fool hoping that I am sorry.
That I meant everything I said, that I wanted to be there for you.
Instead I'm hiding in my hole, watching the world keep on going around me.
As I write, write how stupidly arrogant I am. Write how I'm not one to be forgiven so easily.
So I hope that you won't forgive me.
So that I can rest easy, knowing I can't hurt you anymore.
So with my last words, tell me you hate me.
So this story can be finished, and you will find someone just as better.
So I can watch you be happy. Without me trying to keep up.
 
Rip me open.
Tear me apart.
Sink your teeth into my flesh.
Injecting poison into my veins.
Watch as I writhe in agony.
Your smile, so big and wide.
You enjoy this, don't you?
Enjoy the pain flashing across my face.
As if it's just some sort of game to you.
But it's alright.
It doesn't matter.
Because I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
I'll.
Be.
Fine.
.
.
.
..
...
Liar.
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Let me go.
Let me down.
So softly, so quietly.
A pin could be heard.
Clattering against the metal floor.
As silence overtakes the room.
And floods my senses.
Oh please, give me something.
Something to hold onto as I waste away.
Letting me go ever so delicately.
But I know, you won't let me go easily.
But I beg, that I won't have to look at your face anymore.
That I can go to sleep in silence.
Without feeling like I'm getting mocked every second.
A cloud of doubt flows over me.
Covering every inch it spots.
Trapping me in pity and anger.
Disgust fills me whole.
Cuz that's all that I am.
Some slab of meat.
Ready for the taking.
Ready to be shredded apart.
Food, food.
That's all that is left of me.
No wonder I ain't lasting so long
I already signed up for my death.
As soon as I was born.
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(This isn't really a poem but its here anyway, rearing it's ugly head.)

Hello.
Hello...
Hello?
Are you there?

Yes...yes I'm here.

Are you though?

...What do you mean?

You heard me. Are you there?

I already said yes. Yes, I'm here.
What part of that do you not understand?

...Nothing, I just wanted to make sure.

Make sure of what?

That your here.

Oh for god's sake.
Yes. Yes, I'm here.

...But you aren't.

Are you just going to keep saying that?!?

What do you mean?

Are you just going to keep repeating what you said??
Even though I already confirmed I'm here???
You can see me right?

Yes.

So what's the hold up?? Where is the doubt??

That you aren't here.
Just a figment of my imagination.
And that you will leave, just as quickly as you came back.

...That makes no goddamn sense.

You're right, it shouldn't.

Huh???

Nevermind.
How has your day been?

…Your freakin’ weird man…
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Life is tough.
The pace is quick.
You miss your shot.
You're bound to lose it.
Ain't no expectations.
You try and you fail.
Or you win it.
If you do...
That's something.
So many people shoot.
And so many miss.
But there are the rare few.
That win both.
The lottery.
And
Life.
But hey.
Doesn't hurt to try.
 

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