Poetry By Me!

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Please don't hate on my poems.... Some (most) of my poems are dark... And I don't care if they are. Enjoy! ^w^Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

My Enemy, My Professor autorstwa Jazira_Albatross17

"So what's your type?" "What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?" She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?" "I don't really have one." I reply. "Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention." My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine. "Well?" "Older." I mumble. "Someone older." "Just older?" His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight. "Someone... colder too." "So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously. "Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip. "My type." I whisper with a small smile. - When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates - Completely fictional! 🤗 Please vote~ #3 - high (3/10/2024) #1 - student (7/10/2024) #1 - enemies (1/11/2024) #5 - hate (18/11/2024) #1 - lovers (23/11/2024) #12 - heartache (04/01/2025) #4 - teacher (02/03/2025) #3 - teenfiction (14/03/2025) #5 - war (31/03/25)

❝𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩. 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮. 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.❞ Control. That's all Brylee wants. Control of her mind. Her weight. Her life. She may have a slightly unhealthy relationship with food, but she's fine. At least, that's what she tells herself. Then he comes along - the one she swore she would never let in again. His mind is an enigma. But maybe he's not as bad as she thought. Or maybe he's even worse, she can't decide. As their senior year progresses, secrets become harder to keep in the dark. She's losing control. And so is he. But sometimes losing control is a good thing.

Nobody Was Meant to See autorstwa anuninspiredpoet

[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-

8th Grade Poems, To and From autorstwa 314Wolf

Another collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poems. May you know that you are not alone and be helped if you are having a difficult year! Also, some of these poems are to each other (there are some that form a "mini poem series," if you will, but it's not stated if they continue each other), some are to other people, and others are just... by themselves. While some of these were inspired by someone, to someone, or about someone, all of these were important to us and have a special meaning. Most were about ourselves and our personal experiences, though. May you LOVE, and STAY with your KINDred!

➵"𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙄? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨? 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙊𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙢." •°*˜ *** A new year, new grade, new class, new teacher. But the same friends. Always the same friends. Talia believes that this will always be true. Until it isn't anymore. What will happen to her friend group when other people come into the picture? When it seems like the universe is telling them they can't remain friends? Apparently, drama and utter chaos.

I don't understand you anymore... autorstwa CherryGirl19

** Trigger Warning ** • Disclaimer: All messages & names have been changed & adapted. This is a novel based on creating awareness for bullying and mental health issues • So you think a best friend is trustworthy. You think you can tell all your secrets to them? You think you can tell some of problems to? You think they'll want to speak you? You think you can be honest with them? Poppy and Livi were best friends at school but when Livi left. That all changed. Everything a best friend is suppose to do, became something of the past. Well with Livi anyway... Livi manipulated, controlled, degraded, blamed and insulted Poppy. Livi also played victim, to make Poppy feel bad. Livi always wanted to be right. Livi wanted power & control. Poppy was alone. Alone & self destructing. This is a timeline of events and story of self acceptance. A story of healing.

"Booker bro get out my house before I call the cops" She sighed as the boy climbed through her window. He ignored her, successfully climbing through the window and making his way to her bed. "Mane fuck the cops, why you block me?" She gave him a odd look, "Because we're over..?" "Who over?" She pointed a finger. "You. Me. Us." He rolled his eyes, at her audacity. "We never gon be over. I already got your name tatted so if we break up I gotta kill you." --- Demani never needed much, just a break from living. But with the chaos at home from her mom, her stepdad and step-siblings, it feels impossible. School is her only escape, a safe haven she shares with her three best friends. They keep each other sane without even realizing it. It's always been the four of them. Until they meet them. Until she meets ℎ𝑖𝑚. Booker stopped caring a long time ago. Between taking care of his sick grandma, dodging bullets and keeping up with school, life is just something he's pushing through. The only things holding him together? His grandma and a stupid promise he made in the seventh grade. Neither of them is looking for more, but sometimes, the people you least expect become the ones you need the most.

Dark Days.. autorstwa Existence_Dystopia

Ćømpłěţěď "I knock on your door, See blood flowing on the floor, But when I realize, the blood isn't mine, I come back for more." Many people write poetry about how happy they are, how content they are with their life. But what if you aren't? What if the only thing you fear is oblivion? That's when the dark thoughts kick in. That's when Dark Days start. Those are the days you suffer. Those are the days you don't feel like yourself. Those are the days of Darkness. Here are the poetry of the Days of Darkness . #14, #12, #11, #8 in What's Hot list in poetry. Book rank in poetry:#412 #269 #215 #139 #97 #95 #79 #77 #22 #31 The credit for that awesome cover goes to @pythagoraswasadouche

Better Together (COMPLETE) autorstwa lianovels1

"What is she doing here?" "Oh Jaden, the way you talk, someone would think you own this entire neighborhood. " She's quiet,not very social and very uncomfortable around new people. But one thing about Marissa Davis, she let's no-one boss her around. It's like she has two versions of herself. Quiet when she needs to be but hell will break loose once you step on her toes. Maybe not so quiet after all. Jaden, lives in his own world. He thinks his word is the final say. He has gone through a lot in his life but no-one knows that because he thinks no-one deserves to know.He thinks he doesn't need anyone and wants it to remain that way. Their lives collide.They are too different but the universe seems to be pulling them together. Are they Better Together? Well, let's find out.

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Walking Into Black

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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