Poems by me lol

I deadass just wrote these poems during finals because I got bored

The little mermaid

The little mermaid wonders

not knowing what's out yonder.

The boy she loved in pain

until he came one day

and she made one wish that took it all away.

This little mermaid is destined to become seafoam

He will never love her and leaves her all alone.

The pain inside grows too dark,

Her soul shatters—hope is too far.

She drowns in her own tears—

consumed by her own mistakes and fears.

This little mermaid—this little sea foam—burns away because of the light.

She knows she lost the fight.

In the end she became sea foam,

and death is the only place left to roam.

My wish of loneliness 

I wish I wasn't so lonely,

but I already wished for something else.

Oh how I am jealous 

of those who can wish for some cake and tea.

And maybe a friend.

But these stuffed animals will have to do.

When will a friend come?

Probably after I'm dead,

sadly.

I wish there was someone who could hold me tight.

But the only thing left for me to do is fight.

For if there was light

to guide my way,

maybe I would carry on a little longer.

I've finally made a friend.

I have nothing else to wish for worth more.

Oh how happy I am—never so much before.

I will fight for her—for my new and only friend

until the very end.

I wish I knew how long that'd be,

because not long later, I was eaten for being mistaken for cheese.

She

Day by day, tick by tick.

When will my reality ever click?

I've tried for years and years,

but beginning to arise are my biggest fears.

I mustn't lose hope, that's impossible now,

not now, not ever, may I shed any tears.

I have to saver her—it's the only end I will accept.

For her, do it for her. Because of her,

it's on I've kept.

I've lost once again. I guess it's time to go back.

How has it lasted every one of my attacks?

It will be no different no matter how many times I redo.

It will live on no matter how many times I make it new.

My fate is inevitable.

It is indomitable.

There is no hope—not for me,

or the only one I wanted to save.

The way out is locked and there is no key.

"No! Stop it!" I shout in protest, yet it only fell on deaf ears.

"Everything I've worked for, it's all for nothing!"

How long have I lived this month? I'm sure it's been years.

It's all over.

But not in the way I wanted.

Confession

Confessio

Confessio.

Confession.

It's what daddy said.

Confession.

Confessio.

Until the day he bled.

Confessio.

Confession.

He left me all alone.

Confession.

Confessio.

For what can I atone?

Confessio.

Confession.

Laughing, playing.

Confession.

Confessio.

Drinking, weeping.

Confessio.

Confession.

I made my wish on that day.

Confession.

Confessio.

Now there's only one thing left to say.

Confessio.

Confession.

But I'm drowning in eternal pain.