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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

If There's Anything That I Love More Than Angst, It's Edgy Poetry. Wrote This In About 2-ish Minutes

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Wrote another poem- hopefully it isn't as weird to you guys as it is to me

Wrote Another Poem- Hopefully It Isn't As Weird To You Guys As It Is To Me

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2 years ago

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.


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2 years ago

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


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3 years ago

Pic via pinterest

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?


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3 years ago

Thorn to my rose

Pic via pinterest

Thorn To My Rose

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.


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1 year ago

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

The Fairy Who Blamed Herself:

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2 years ago

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).


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2 years ago

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).


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2 years ago

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).


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2 years ago

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).


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1 year ago

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).


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1 year ago

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


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1 year ago

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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1 year ago

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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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1 year ago

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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


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1 year ago

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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…


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