finns poem thread (TW: dark topics)
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Puppet
I am nothing more than a puppet.
Move me how you want.
I have no feelings.
Iām not alive.But maybe Iāll be the next Pinocchio
And Iāll be a real boy!
Or maybe Iām delusional and Iāll end up in a mental hospital.Be positive, they said.
Be yourself, they said.
People will accept you, they said.They lied.
And now I am a puppet
On the strings of society
Dancing through the pain
Smiling and waiting for the next act
Of this pain we inflict on ourselves.Expectations, The Musical!
Get ready for the next act, they said.
You changed your whole personality for a trend.
Now that trend is gone, and youāre an outcast again.Youāll get thrown away too one day.
But me, Iāll smile and laugh and dance my ass off.
So I never go there again.Maybe blending in isnāt so bad after all.
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imma share the other one i wrote too gimme a sec
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Tears
Iāll never chase waterfalls.
I chased those tears for too long,
They never fall anymore.I smile and laugh cause thats what Iām supposed to do.
Iām already pushing my limits
Because I wasnāt born the man Iām supposed to be.I cried, so many tears.
Whilst I tried to find the other half of me.
I looked in other people,
I looked in sports,
I looked in activities,
I looked in poetry,
and still I was nowhere to be found.But I sit here, and I paint waterfalls with my tears.
Oh my dear, youāll learn to swim one day.
Youāll float gracefully like a swan, across these tears.
But one day Iāll be gone.
And you were.Now I paddle like a dog,
Across these ponds of tears.
Now I move like a sloth,
Down these mountains of emotions.Maybe I need freshwater.
Or maybe I need to cry again. -
my ELA teacher told me I should enter a poetry contest but idk tbh
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oo i just got another idea now im gonna write it
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Words
Your words,
They changed the world.Your words,
Taught me not to trust.Your words,
Showed me how to cry.Your words,
Showed me loss.Your words,
Showed me how to love.Your words,
Showed me how to hate.Your words,
Showed me regret.Your words,
Showed me our fate.I ignored it for so long,
I tried to walk away and pretend it meant nothing.
But did she mean nothing? -
@omgitsfinneas damn Finny not to get homosexual but your writing skills be making my heart raceā¦ š¤¤š„µš„µ
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I love your poems, theyāre amazing
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:0 nice
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now another one because Iām bored
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this ones untitled but here
I can feel colors.
I can see sounds.
Am I crazy?Or is it just the LSD kicking in?
The drugs to make my pain go away.
I can snort, smoke, and inject my pain away.I donāt wanna feel anymore.
Feelings hurt.
They make me feel.Just one more dose and Iāll be okay.
Iām sorry Mom.
Iām sorry Dad.
But remember,
Iām just a poor boy,
Who doesnāt deserve nor need your sympathy.Maybe Iām still feeling things.
Another Dose.
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Infil-traitor
You infiltrate my mind
My words
My thoughts
My heart
My body.Then you betray me.
With my mind
my words
my thoughts
my heart
my body.I thought you loved me.
I thought you cared.
But did you?Was I a pawn in your game of chess,
merely to get to the king you really wanted?Did you ever love me?
Or was it all just a game?Oh, I get it.
Youāre an infil-traitor.
You infiltrate me.
Then you break me.
You double-cross me.
You make me feel worthless.And I hope one day,
We never meet again. -
i have a million of these, i wrote one yesterday
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this ones a lil dark.
Burn
I like fire.
I play with it.
Run my fingers through it to feel the connection.Flip the lighter open and the world disappears.
I burn.
But I love it.The bright orange compliments my skin.
The red I see when Iām done means I love you.
The red means Iām okay.It means that when the world burns,
Iāll stay.Iāll watch the fire as it burns.
Iāll watch as it takes the world by storm.
As it makes me important again.
Theyāll all remember me.
And Iāll remember them
As I smile at their demise. -
the way i love you,
is unhealthy.
i treat you like a drug.
i need you,
without you i get irritable,
withotut you my heart hurts,
my head hurts.the thing about drugs is
youre not the only one addicted to them.
youre not the only one that loves them.theyre not just your drug.
but god sometimes you want them to be.
sometimes you dont want to share that high
that place of vulnerability.but if you dont.
then its your fault.
you knew before you took them that they werent only yours.and one day that drug will run out.
but not today. -
I canāt name this one, nearly cried writing it so have fun <3
More than anything I want you to be okay
I want to watch you smile,
Hear your laugh
Feel your presence.When youāre not okay it hurts me to watch
But I want you to know Iām here.
Because I love you,
And I know the pain you feel.Because I feel it everyday.
I feel the pain of being surrounded
But being alone
Of being okay
But never really.I want to pry,
But I wonāt.I want to share the pain you feel
To see you smile.
Because I love those late nights
Where we talked for hours.Because you mean the world to me.
And I want you to know that.Because forever with you, will never be long enough.
Because I love you with my whole heart.With everything in me.
I just want to see you smile.
You mean the world to me darling.We could talk if you wanted,
But never if you didnāt.I know I talk a lot,
And I know Iām really random
And I know Iām a little crazy,
But I love that you deal with me. -
another one from class bc im bored
Iāve suffered in silence.
Watched as he made you smile,
The way I wanted to.
Listen to your cries about how
He makes you happy,
Makes you smile.
How you love him.What am I doing wrong?
Am I not good enough for you?
Am I not masculine enough?
Is my hair not long enough?
My smile not straight enough?
Do I talk too much?
Am I too boring?Then why?
Why canāt I make you happy like he does.
Why canāt you smile at me,
The same way you do at him.You were never mine,
But you were always mine.
I would never tell you how I felt,
But I would.I would grab you by the shoulders and scream
About how I loved you.
How I always have.But I canāt ruin what you have going on,
The happiness you feel.
So I hide it.
I suppress it.
And after I watch you smile I cry.
But at least youāre happy. -
^ part two
But Iām not okay,
I promise.
But Iāll get there.
Maybe when youāre walking down the aisle.Iāll smile.
Or maybe Iāll cry.
Or maybe Iāll wonder what we couldāve been.
If I wasnāt so selfless.Maybe itās okay to be selfish.
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I wish I could smile,
for real this time.
I wish I could love,
for real this time.But itās hard to,
when all I feel is pain.
I physically canāt.
You stain my heart.You stab me in the back,
And bandage the wound.I thought you were my friend.
And maybe you loved me too.
And weād be friends for life.
But maybeFriends arenāt worth it.
Maybe I should be alone.But then Iād cry.
Maybe this time Iād actually die.