Stuff about Mrs Scamander (Stuffbook V2)

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19.10.22
First fucking poem I am putting in here... Well, it's also my first english poem and the first one that's VERY personal. I associate with every fucking verse at least one situation. I hope you can see the framing, but not the actual situation, I'd be ashamed.
Well, nothing left to say, I guess.

Contains insults and slang.

Voice
go on, do something!
... oh, you don't want to?
what a suprise.
you act like it's something new...

oh, you're finally moving yo' ass!
wait-
whatcha gonna do?
... welp, that's boring.
just like you...

oh, that's actually productive!
wait-
since when do you do it this way?
... you're so dumb.
can't get shit done...

they're all so kind and funny!
wait-
why don't you say somethin'?
... that was so weird.
can't even act normal once...

everyone's so creative!
wait-
but what about you?
... oof, you're the worst.
just put in some effort...

your time to shine!
wait-
why don't you just do it?
... man, you're such a coward.
can't even kill an animal

good idea, end this!
wait-
whatcha mean „all my fault“?
... i am just telling the truth.
yes, bring it to an end...
kill yourself

That's my first poem. I don't know if you know the described voice, but whatever. Let's just- just move on to the next ones. They were written today, the 20.10.22

Senses
I have a nose
so I can smell
your personal scent and the flowers.

I have ears
so I can hear
beautiful lies and incredible stories.

I have a tongue
so I can taste
the sweetness of love and friendship.

I have eyes
so I can see
the true beauty of life and living.

I am ill
so I can't smell
the burnt future and present.

My hands cover my ears
so I can't hear
the ugly truth and the voices.

I burned my tongue
so I can't taste
the bitterness of love and life.

My eyes are closed
so I can't see
the pain and death.

That's it.
I only have one more, that's a few days older. Hope you enjoy it, I couldn't help but thinking of Doki Doki Literature Club.

erase, delete, disappear,
I wonder why I am still here
I lie, I cry, I feel like dying,
why do I even keep on trying?
If I'd only have a little bit
more of bravery
so my thoughts wouldn't run anymore
endlessly.

So, do you like the poems itselves? It doesn't matter what they're about, though I think you know.
Liz