If you've read the past poems, you know that they aren't in a rhyming pattern or anything. However, this one will be. Not even a year ago, every poem I wrote was in an ABCB rhyming pattern. Recently however, the poems I've written don't have a pattern, so I thought why not get back into it?
Over half these poems were written at some unearthly time at night, except for some reason this one was written as soon as I woke up, which was really six in the morning. Nothing like starting the day with some depressing shit :P
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Could I Be Found?
Smiles are just a subconscious thought
Drifting around my mind
The force of habit keeping me sane
A drunken dream at night
When I yell into my abyss of a mind
I hear my voice shout back
A knife of words that pierces deep
A stupid self attack
I want to stop and speak the truth
But I don't want to be heard
Unless you'll fix my empty soul
Please don't say a word
Sometimes I'd get hit by hope
But now I'm always tired
I saw the light at the end of the road
And turns out it's hellfire
The eye of the storm is my resting place
It's clear, calm, and quiet
But suddenly the sunlight's gone
And the rain begins to riot
I know life gets better from here
But it still deserves the hate
I don't get why I go through it
How much longer do I fake?
If a tree fell down inside the woods
Would it make a sound?
If I left you and lost the light
Could I ever be found?
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Letters To No One
PoesíaA poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them ;) TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality Published: Jul 28, 202...
