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I've been trying to write a poem about you, love
But I only get a few stanzas in
Before degenerating into clichés
If I had to read another poem about a boy
Whose eyes sparkle like the ocean
Whose smile gives a stomach butterflies
Who makes a girl high through and through
I would shake my head
If I wrote a poem like that
I think I would vomit
Yet I want to capture you in poetry
I want to immortalize you in words
So I am left to sit and think
And think
And think
About how to describe the indescribable
Perhaps it is not possible
Perhaps it is impossible to exactly describe
The way I feel when you look at me
As if I was this wonderful, radiant creature
Me, who spent her years seeing herself as the ugly friend
The third wheel
Suddenly the object of a look such as that
I can't exactly explain
That I love the sound of your heartbeat
Both because it races and pounds when we're together
And because it means you are holding me close enough to hear it
It's difficult for me to admit
That I had never felt so comfortable
So peaceful and at home
Than when I was falling asleep in your arms
And as I spiral ever downward
Down into clichéd sentiments
From a starry-eyed girl with rose-colored glasses
I will continue to try and think of ways to do you justice
When I find that way, my words will be so new and strong
That the whole world will finally get to see how indescribable you are
But I only get a few stanzas in
Before degenerating into clichés
If I had to read another poem about a boy
Whose eyes sparkle like the ocean
Whose smile gives a stomach butterflies
Who makes a girl high through and through
I would shake my head
If I wrote a poem like that
I think I would vomit
Yet I want to capture you in poetry
I want to immortalize you in words
So I am left to sit and think
And think
And think
About how to describe the indescribable
Perhaps it is not possible
Perhaps it is impossible to exactly describe
The way I feel when you look at me
As if I was this wonderful, radiant creature
Me, who spent her years seeing herself as the ugly friend
The third wheel
Suddenly the object of a look such as that
I can't exactly explain
That I love the sound of your heartbeat
Both because it races and pounds when we're together
And because it means you are holding me close enough to hear it
It's difficult for me to admit
That I had never felt so comfortable
So peaceful and at home
Than when I was falling asleep in your arms
And as I spiral ever downward
Down into clichéd sentiments
From a starry-eyed girl with rose-colored glasses
I will continue to try and think of ways to do you justice
When I find that way, my words will be so new and strong
That the whole world will finally get to see how indescribable you are
Literature
Dealing With Depression
Look at me,
Tell me everything you see.
What do you see? Are you sure you're seeing me?
I promise you that you're hardly catching a glimpse of what I really am.
If you could look deeper,
You'd see the ever-present demons in my mind,
& How hard they are to keep confined.
You'd see all the scars, hidden underneath my skin:
One for every single time I've thought about feeling the sweet release of the razor,
Or dreamed about the loving, easy, & soft embrace of death.
If you could look a little bit deeper,
You'd see the monsters blocking my heart,
& You'd see them whispering to me-
You'd hear them
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
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So it kind of turned into a free verse, stream of consciousness poem. A lot of unfiltered thoughts. As such, it's pretty vulnerable once again so forgive me.
I also realize it's mushy. My apologies. xD
I also realize it's mushy. My apologies. xD
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Damn! it's amazing!!!!!