31 Moons

Reads 244
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Parts 31
Time 5m

Reads 244
Votes 46
Parts 31
Time 5m

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Ocean deep

Why are you killing me?
Why are you forcing me to drown in the ocean of your eyes.
So deep and so wide they are.
With only stepping,
a single foot, 
I am surely to die.
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This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022

There were two of us. Both drowning in each other's pain. I got lucky and swam up to the top grasping for air. She sank to the bottom and there was nothing I could do for her. She may have drowned but I feel like I did. And now I'm breaking. Because without her why am I even living?

The Poetry Gripe by Legends_GoldenSavior

Welcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.

Black Waters (Frank Ocean Love Story) by pastelzeppelin

Of course, there were laughs. That’s probably all we did together—laugh, have fun, just live. That was what I planned on doing for the rest of my life, and I planned on doing it with you. But you shattered that dream. You broke your promise, and you left. You crawled up out of the hole that we had both been stuck in. The hole was fun with you. But now that I’m in it alone, it’s dark and scary and full of despair. The worst part is that I can’t even just lie down and forget about everything. I see you, living your life. Laughing, having fun, just living. And you’re doing it with everyone else. Another girl would just curl up and die. But sweet, blissful death is taking a bit too long for my taste. So what will I do now? I’ll shatter the Earth like you shattered my dream. And you will feel it. And I will find you.

"I'm leaving. I... I just need some time away for a while. Sorry, just... if I don't, I'm afraid I'll snap, or pull a Fauna, if I don't. So... see you later, everyone." "Dizzy, please, leave. I don't want you to get hurt. Just run, and don't let them catch you." "M-mom... okay, love you." Two great ones, left from their families with vastly different causes, but the results are echoing.

"Sometimes I just want it to end, nothing can stop that thought. " but that's what I said years ago and the thought never ended, it just grew. I don't think I want help anymore, unless you're the grim reaper. if you see him, tell him I've been waiting.

Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

Broken mind (Under heavy editing!) by wonderland_smile

I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-

Life was not how they imagined it. But if one door closes, another will open and you can find unexpected things... or people behind that door. Cover by https://www.instagram.com/la_pencilartist/

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Yours Truly, Mooncalf

This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022

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