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If there's anything that I love more than angst, it's edgy poetry. Wrote this in about 2-ish minutes because brain worms told me to write stuff about my ocs.
TW: implications of violence
Wrote another poem- hopefully it isn't as weird to you guys as it is to me
Black Heart a single strand of red
Pulsing at the beat of your heart
Desire in your eyes, Green and Brown spiraling down a black hole
The hope, The despair, The Black and the White
A hurricane of opposites
The abyss stretched onwards the meadows at back
We stand on a thin line
One step away from devastation or salvation
Swaying in the wind you standing tall, rooted firmly on the edge.
Steading against the barrage of voices demanding Vengeance. Justice. Blood.
The voices quieten when you are near the darkness receding the red pulsing.
Insanity to sanity
But for how long?
Its a tale as old as time the light always wins.
And I am the darkest of the dark, you lightest of light.
Never meant to stand together
Fated enemies
Defiance is never in ones favor
How long before the balance shatters?
Before oblivion greets us
Before the winds turn to Gail’s
A tornado uprooting the strongest of roots
The red snuffed out.
The path to redemption is a slippery slope, the enticing darkness against the judgment of the wronged.
Who prevails?
The white, The Dark the scales are tipped
No one wants a monster for a friend.
Never mind the single strand of red.
Pulsing. Beating. Feeling.
Shattered Hearts
Screaming voices
The crack of Whips
Were the Melody I heard
Broken Backs
Rivulets of Bloods
Were the things I felt
The hangman's rope
The rolling heads
Were the things I saw
Burning flesh
Rotting corpses
Were the things I smelt
That was my life
Growing insanity
Feared across the realms
Till a curse scattered it all
You came into my life
Like starlight
People see the monster
Not the the history that made it
They see the facade
Not battered soul beneath
You looked beyond the horizon
Gazed into the depths hell
Unafraid of the caged lion
You offered a hand
Your gentle touch
The hope in your eyes
Your refusal to give up
Brought down the steel walls of my heart
Laughter of the children
Giggling of the young
Is the melody I now hear
The softness of your skin
The brush of you hair
The breeze in the air
Are now the things I feel
The light in your eyes
The smile on the faces
Are now the things I see
The scent of your perfume
The scent of rain
Are now the things I smell
You are my salvation, the balm to my soul
The light that brings the dawn, the shield that guards my heart.
My tether in this world and beyond
Pic via pinterest
Is it normal to grieve yourself?
And still yearn the grief?
To know you'll be eternally hurting,
Why is it such a relief?
Thorn to my rose
Pic via pinterest
In a room full of strangers, our eyes met in secrecy.
With that striking smile of yours, you simply just ended me.
Gently whispered words killed me more than any poison could.
Loved you way too fondly than any lover ever should.
In frightened voice and shaky hands, I was scared to lose you.
In granted lives and afterlife, I was never meant to have you.
What is life anymore, if not just the absence of you?
Had to watch you bleed to death, what is even left to lose?
Once again in life I am terrified to let you close.
You were my known ruin. A lethal thorn, my gentle rose.
The worst thing you ever did was to make me believe I could be loved
The fairy who blamed herself:
She wanted to cry
To scream in pain
But her calls for help were all in vain
She hated it all
The terror, the bloodshed
All the tears
She would never forgive herself
No, not in a million years.
-me
False Hope 💀 (my emo goth style look book and anti religion poem reading)
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my poem:
What starts at home, spills outward
Trapped in my own sorrow, I’m just like you
Human like you
That’s my only flaw
I’m built to breathe
Built to live
Decay by the day
I only wanna be alive when the sun’s down
Kicked out of society
2 feet on the ground
But I only see what’s outside of me
Remind myself of the holy
Til something ugly shocks me
God, I’m human
Nobody’s daddy
Don’t wanna harm no body
Just want a somebody
Not just another body
I don’t touch mine
Why waste your time, I can’t be your dream
I’m only pretty when I’m not thinking
Dare ask me to speak
I wear my ugly
Can’t hide me
Trust me I tried
But it oozes out like black jelly
Overgrown roots and dirt under my nails
No amount of nail polish can make this in between boy pretty
Trust me I’ve been trying
But nobody gets me
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poem: False Hope by boybasher, (2023).
Late Bloomer 🥀 (my alternative outcast poem reading)
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my poem:
I bloom as fast as the flowers
Late in June
I take a while
Do you know I was a kid once?
Same
Body
I still wear the same sweater, from back when I was 14
Back when I had nobody to please
Just being me or the “me” my parents let me be
I can’t wait my turn
Not no more
Patience is a lie
When you’re growing inside, all the time
Cross the road when you want
The time is now
Fuck the clock
German Shepard on a chain
Remind me of what my days were
Back when scribbling with chalk on the sidewalk, was all I really wanted
Vapes on the floor
Ditching class and failing p.e
Abandoned car seat
You never really grow up of being a baby
I don’t shine like the sun
Glimmer like the moon
Don’t look at me, not on purpose
Only because you can’t look away
Pay attention to me, what do you do want from me?
I’m only giving myself out for free
For the feelings daddy couldn’t give me
The older, the better
The younger, the meaner
More insecure
I’m too 23 to feel free
Give me 30, 40, 50
Love my generation but not enough to kiss them. Date em
Too mentally crazy
And I’m just like them
You can find me hiding in The Alleys
Where’s it’s quiet
And the strays skip happily
Bet you can’t look away, once you do
It’s kiss me or harm me
No in-between
Want me or trap me
Hold my soul, likes it’s yours to own
Can’t catch a butterfly
Can’t force the wind
I’ll be your girl
If you promise me one wish
Freedom
I’m looking for a daddy
Not a dad
There’s a difference
One you only call after midnight
One never calls you back
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poem: Late Bloomer by Roger Awkward, (2023).
Bear Trap 🥀 (my trendy hipster style look book and alternative outcast poem reading)
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my poem:
I bloom as fast as the flowers
Late in June
I take a while
Do you know I was a kid once?
Same
Body
I still wear the same sweater, from back when I was 14
Back when I had nobody to please
Just being me or the “me” my parents let me be
I can’t wait my turn
Not no more
Patience is a lie
When you’re growing inside, all the time
Cross the road when you want
The time is now
Fuck the clock
German Shepard on a chain
Remind me of what my days were
Back when scribbling with chalk on the sidewalk, was all I really wanted
Vapes on the floor
Ditching class and failing p.e
Abandoned car seat
You never really grow up of being a baby
I don’t shine like the sun
Glimmer like the moon
Don’t look at me, not on purpose
Only because you can’t look away
Pay attention to me, what do you do want from me?
I’m only giving myself out for free
For the feelings daddy couldn’t give me
The older, the better
The younger, the meaner
More insecure
I’m too 23 to feel free
Give me 30, 40, 50
Love my generation but not enough to kiss them. Date em
Too mentally crazy
And I’m just like them
You can find me hiding in The Alleys
Where’s it’s quiet
And the strays skip happily
Bet you can’t look away, once you do
It’s kiss me or harm me
No in-between
Want me or trap me
Hold my soul, likes it’s yours to own
Can’t catch a butterfly
Can’t force the wind
I’ll be your girl
If you promise me one wish
Freedom
I’m looking for a daddy
Not a dad
There’s a difference
One you only call after midnight
One never calls you back
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poem: Bear Trap by Roger Rudes, (2023).
Unloved Ones 🤍 (my indie sleaze revival style look book and heartbroken girl poem reading)
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my poem:
Happiness comes and goes
with girls like me
Never too happy
Never too sad
Always depressed
It’s a part of me
The part of me I never leave
“Stay stable, stay calm”
Nobody likes an angry baby
With too much to say
Pacify me
With a blunt or beer bottle
Turns out I hate myself
Drown myself out
Til a new day
New month
New year
If I’m 23
Why do I feel so 17
Ugly yet sweet
Cynically pretty
On the edge of something
I’ve been edged of my own glory
Give it to me or get me off
I want the dream
The one I casted myself
It’s my fault
Blame it on the Talking Heads on TV
The Popstars
above me
Praying to False Idols
The only God I know is female
And she’s me
Nurture me and I’ll give you my seeds
I never kept a plant alive
But I could try again
Maybe a cactus this time
What if it wasn’t my fault?
Shift the blame
I absorb your shame
I’m a teacher with a 2.0 GPA
I wouldn’t take my advice
Unless you wanna have fun
Paint our nails red
Lips too
Cruise with the music too loud
Sad Songs Only
Cursing out all our exes we never had
I don’t think a blow job counts as a second date
But I’ll find the love where I can get it
This week’s been so long
Give me a break
Don’t fuck Mondays
Fuck me instead
Hurry and take my Polaroid
Before I end myself, metaphorically
Fake meat and clearance rack tees
We’re not rich, but we’re holy
God would smoke a pack with us!
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poem: Unloved Ones by dark baby, (2023).
An-o-rexic Feelings 💋 (my eat-ing-dis-order and trauma poem reading and thrift store style look book)
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my poem:
Anorxxic palm trees
Just like me
Black streets and smokey eyes
No one’s out at this time
Midnight is our sunrise
I’ll take your breath
If you ignite me
Light me up, til I burn alive
Fire in my hands
Warmth in my eyes
I’m not so dead inside
I play empty
To
Forget my regret
Let us remember ourselves tonight
Never been the Barbie doll
Was never skinny enough
And god I’ve tried
Skip my meals
And throwing them up
All the boys I shared
All the men I kissed
Counting my sins
I lose count after 3,000
Does God Think I’m A Slvt?
What’s the point of dreaming
When we can make them come true
I’ll be your secret wish
Pull me in and I’ll show you
All what I can do
I started early, and not by choice
Morphed me into something dirty
But I’m Somebody’s Dream
So what do you say
Wanna take a bite out of this Rotten Cherry
I’m loose with my body
I’ve been around
Everyone’s gotten a taste
I’m not worn out, just lived in
Stuck in my skin
Let me out
With a few inches and a shout
The ultimate sin
Love Before Marriage
Mommy’s Mistake
So I guess you can be my daddy
If you get cold
I’ll lend you my coat
Know you’ll love my perfume
I only spray half the bottle
Cat Calls from across the street
Burnt foil and broken glass on the floor
Welcome Home
Fuck toxic positivity and comatosed living
Taking selfies in the sunlight
God doesn’t have a bed time
So why should I?
I gotta brain
But forget to use it
Burden to everybody
How the hell do I get by
Ducking my head
As I chase the pavement
The only type of guys that want me
Kiss me with their eyes closed
And leave just as fast as they come
They come and they come
But never stay
What do i expect
I don’t even know how to drive
Without causing a traffic jam
Such a shame for the good guys who want a housewife pet
I don’t know how to clean, unless I’m angry and OCD
I wake up with glitter all over my face
Lipstick on my tooth brush
I keep swiping left and right
Scrolling the boredom away
Maybe this one can change my life
Calling a dead number
A disconnected pay phone
God only answers if you plead
That’s what I was taught
Live in fear
Bask in angst
Never use his name in vain
But god are you really always listening?
I wait for your heads up
A nudge on the shoulder
A “this songs playing just for me”
I’m sorry for wasting my youth
But how does one measure growth if not in size
I promise I’m not a waste of a life
Not dead beat like my dad
Forgive me as I light this gentle flower
For some false power
“Forgive me”
I say in my mind
To get me to sleep
Living as River Phoenix
In that gay movie
Making a quick buck with my little tricks
The lead role in nobody’s movie
Tell me the camera loves me
Give me a reason to wear my pretty
I’ll stay open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week
If you undress me with words like poetry
But I’m not studied
But I’ll let you study me
I don’t wanna change but I’ve changed
Still as young as yesterday
Still as naïve as tomorrow
You try to see the good in everything
I just see the truth
I’m not playing ball
Acting like god chose me
Or did I trap myself?
In a body
Once again
Another lifetime of wasted potential
Can’t waste my youth this time
Don’t wanna die old
But it’s written in the stars for me to live til I’m like 80
Just like my granddaddies
A generational curse
A karmic gift
To age with beauty
Or change your name and start from scratch
I’ll be your dark baby
But c’mon I’m way too pretty to be treated like a piece of f-cking meat
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poem: An-o-rexic Feelings by dark baby, (2023).
Dark Baby
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Self isolated
Force my own pity
I'm only lonely when I'm around narcissists like you
I'm so slow
I always miss the joke
I want the punchline
Straight to the gut
I couldn't tell you the last time I smiled
Laughed from my belly
I want it deep
I like it big
Pleasure me
I'm so needy
Addicted to sin
Gorgeous Glory
I wanna feel this energy of youth induced beauty, seeping into my skin
Bite into me
I'm a vampire too
Her Majesty 🥀 (my dominant girlfriend dark poetry reading and h&m fashion model aesthetic lookbook)
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my poem:
She wears his coat
As if it’s her skin
Tears his heart
And wears it like a necklace
He’s Her’s
And she’s his territory
If skin’s just leather
“I want you to own me”, she whispers with her legs on his tatted shoulders
Used goods, vintage history
“Polish me til I bust like a chimney baby”
She loves the scent of abandoned boys in her hair
Jealous of the side chicks that call him daddy
She’s f-uking the boss and that makes them angry
Burnt but-ts in her pockets
An open condom doesn’t use itself
Everybody needs a bad mommy
If you’re too shy
She’ll take control
Keep your eyes on the road
“I’m not an amateur”
“I’m the best b-tch in town,” she smirks as she bites his cheek
Ditch the roses, they’re for the pretty ones
She only want the thorns
Pain is her pleasure
Sin is her favorite bedtime story
She’s a living fantasy
The only thing missing is her him
A bad boy with scruffed up shoes to match her tortured soul
Look at him stepping out of his beat up corvette, light me up a marlboro too
Don’t remember her name
“It’ll be easier to forget me this way,” she pleads
Her Imperial Affliction
Bruised knees, Ripped black lace
Left with a smile you can’t shake away
Her cigarettes can only distort her thoughts for so long
Some highs only come in the form of a man
“Let me do the praying
I’m told I’m pretty
When I’m on my knees
Begging for mercy
Pleasing comes natural to me
Bliss is so cheap
Cheaper than me,” she repeats like a prayer for solidarity
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my poem:
She wears his coat
As if it’s her skin
Tears his heart
And wears it like a necklace
He’s Her’s
And she’s his territory
If skin’s just leather
“I want you to own me”, she whispers with her legs on his tatted shoulders
Used goods, vintage history
“Polish me til I bust like a chimney baby”
She loves the scent of abandoned boys in her hair
Jealous of the side chicks that call him daddy
She’s f-uking the boss and that makes them angry
Burnt but-ts in her pockets
An open condom doesn’t use itself
Everybody needs a bad mommy
If you’re too shy
She’ll take control
Keep your eyes on the road
“I’m not an amateur”
“I’m the best b-tch in town,” she smirks as she bites his cheek
Ditch the roses, they’re for the pretty ones
She only want the thorns
Pain is her pleasure
Sin is her favorite bedtime story
She’s a living fantasy
The only thing missing is her him
A bad boy with scruffed up shoes to match her tortured soul
Look at him stepping out of his beat up corvette, light me up a marlboro too
Don’t remember her name
“It’ll be easier to forget me this way,” she pleads
Her Imperial Affliction
Bruised knees, Ripped black lace
Left with a smile you can’t shake away
Her cigarettes can only distort her thoughts for so long
Some highs only come in the form of a man
“Let me do the praying
I’m told I’m pretty
When I’m on my knees
Begging for mercy
Pleasing comes natural to me
Bliss is so cheap
Cheaper than me,” she repeats like a prayer for solidarity
She asked for it 🩸 (my bad girlhood dark poetry reading and 60s + 80s vintage aesthetic lookbook)
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my poem:
I burn my hair
Cloud up my mind
And break my own heart
Blue eyeshadow and dark eyes
Tight hips with f-cked up childhood stories
Dreams of bunnies with bows
Pretty is my priority
So I trap myself in my room
3 Coats of mascara
I’m only beautiful when I’m untouched
I like the boys with f-cked up teeth
Dirty Smiles
And a taste of whiskey in their breath
Love is annoying
I don’t text back
If you want my words
Come and kiss my mouth
You know where I sleep
Where I dream
God Is Real
Touch me and you’ll see
Electric veins, warm blood
He’s in me and he’s in you
I hate you
And I love you
And I’m losing my f-cking mind!
Convinced myself
You’re one of a kind
I never left town
An hour that way
An hour that way
A black hole we call the Central Valley
My town is small
Cars race by
As I close my eyes
And wish myself into another story
Where I’m queen
And everybody loves me
Where roses are gifted freely
And hugs aren’t scary
Love’s not torture
And a ring doesn’t mean slavery
Bound to god
My mouth belongs to me
I let out a whisper as my heart talks
My legs loosen up
Come over and get to know me
I’m just a girl
Confessing her sin to anyone who’ll listen
Amen
To any man who’ll put up with me
Living life can be so lonely
When you have nothing to hope for
Maybe a lobotomy could fix me
I’m shocked when he sticks around longer than my pack of smokes
I go through these bros, like a Pack of Marlboros
I hope In another lifetime
I look forward to waking up
My body too heavy
Living in my brain, more than I do in my own home
Did you really think you could fix me?
I’m tired of playing mommy, when I’m empty of my own
Be my daddy, you’re older than me
He calls me Heaven
Little does he know
I’m Living Hell
I’m a burden to everybody
My body is lumpy and bruised
From cuts I was too afraid to deepen
He told me to try vertically
They prey on the pretty
Robbing energy
Stealing all of me
Lacking energy
I sell my milk for free
To whoever’s watching
Offering me ecstasy
He’s my Shot of Hennessy
My one before the one
My in-between boyfriends
My husband’s out there
My husband’s out there, right?
They never stay
Why would they
I can’t give you a baby
Only a promising holiday
My heart’s for breaking, not for keeping
My shadow reminds me
Of my mortality
No ones following me
Yet I still run like he wants to murder me
I close my eyes
Hoping this is all a nightmare
I don’t need rest
I don’t need a nap
I need a coma
Chew on me
I’m sweeter than a cigarette
I don’t last as long
I burn at both ends
Complaining to nobody
I’ll turn up the beat
Knock myself out
Regret I ever dreams
I’m my own boyfriend
And to be honest, I would dump me too
Void of a woman
No matter how much pink lipstick I apply
My smile doesn’t change
Happiness is an expensive mistake
I don’t wanna fix him
Who’s gonna fix me?
I’m broke in more ways than one
Beauty is pain
When you’re born this ugly
Fake Girl 🩶 (my transgender girlfriend dark poetry reading and y2k fashion aesthetic lookbook)
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my poem:
A silent smile turned into a beautiful mistake
I wore this dress for you to see right through
Will you let me express the girl I am inside?
I know you can’t say this out loud but
“She’s asking for it.”
And baby I am
Jett black hair
Body like a princess
Dying for heaven
“How are you alive?”
“Where have you been all my life?”
“Rotting in Modesto,” I remark with glee
“If I can’t be famous anywhere...”
“At least I’ll be the s-xiest girl next door.”
Rich on dr-gs, no nickels in our pockets
Spun in a daze, stealing from our neighbors
Low life’s on purpose, we’ve been lost all our lives
Ah how much I love this town
Next to a natural girl, I’m nothing
Next to a normal girl, I’m everything!
Bet you can’t look away
Amber lavender aura
Don’t you wanna come get some
I was once told by a daddy, your heart’s made for sharing
And getting off alone is a waste of a blessing
You’ll never know your favorite flavor til you give life a try
I’m strawberry ice cream with shavings of truths and lies
Sweet on the tongue
Leaking poison of selfish bliss
You’re my favorite distraction
No sm-ke could get me this high
So hard, I can’t think straight
Who wants a boring life anyways
I’m a star and you know it!
It’s hard to hide when a pretty boy is in between your thighs…