Junior Jump scares

Midnight moments

2024 addition
Flying To Hell (again ig)

Said I was flying to hell
And I was going first class
I must have been broken cause I'm made out of glass
Every time I see my parents like I'm gonna collapse
With my hand on the wheel and my foot on the gass
It's three years later

Yet this rhyme still proves to pass

As the years go by fast
The remaining trauma lasts
In my blue car I sang a song

Perhaps

Knew I was flying to hell
And I was going first class

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10/7/2024 10:43 pm
Flightless Pegasus

I feel like a flightless Pegasus
One with broken wings
I used to create cloud spirals
Now I can't do anything
No amount to training will make me move the earth
No amount of reading will grant me magic to unearth
Once a graceful sight, would fly at such speeds
Now when I look they pity me
My wings so distorted and broken
That everyone can see
When the bandages slip
And they reveal the vulnerable scene
A Pegasus pony
Who can't live in the clouds
Shut into her home because she's
Been bound
What will be her purpose now?
Flying was her reason to breathe,
it was her art, her craft, her reason to be.
So what will she do now, who will she become? what will set her free?
Every time she stretches her wings to fly they become more shattered and broken inside.
Not even able to dance with them tied,
So she looks out her window
Observes
She starts to write
And gets brought down to earth
What makes it tick
What hasn't she learned
While she was up in the clouds
Flying free as a bird.
Now all of that's gone
Is this the prize she's earned
She'll mull over the question
As her broken wings burn
And her insides yearn
And she cries out in the night unheard
She's surrounded by a world that she knows isn't hers.
With no form of escape
"Trapped" is her only written word.

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10/7/2024 11:17 pm

Uneven blades

My new blades were mounted on an angle,

My new boots still too stiff to bend

My new ankle is shoddy and hurting

There's no place to get repairs again.

My new blades are rusting by the minute

The angle makes it harder to stand

My ankle collapses into the wrongly mounted angle
And the cycle continued again.

My new hips can feel when it's raining

I got them by the age of 15.

I wouldn't be such a broken record
If any trusted adult had listened to me.

My left rotator cuff is still torn

All my muscles are worn

My balance has been off since the day I was born

They said it'd take long for me to walk

Before they knew it I was running round the block

But I was jumping so much that I shortened the clock

Falling through thin ice was just my luck

My blades were mounted on an angle

My new boots too bloody to bend

I go out there and jump until my ankle goes blue and realize I've lost myself  yet again.

When will I be able to fly?

So frustrated sitting idly by

When will my new blades sit just right

When will the pieces fall to place with no repairs so commonplace

Where I won't be a project with constant need for maintenance

with old tools from a box out back

I'm declaring

When will I regain my  passions

Or am I just bound to forever be wearing and repairing

Uneven blades, stiff boots, and muscles always  tearing?

The solutions out there
Is there something I'm missing

Try to find my footing but

My blades were mounted on an angle
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