The Midnight Club
Thread Topic: The Midnight Club
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Two more
I can do this -
You can!!!
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I did it!!
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Good job.
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Need to find my earbuds
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Factory resetting my phone, so putting all my writing stuff here so I can put it back on my notes later
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Unfinished Poem started on October 31st, 2021
Now that the autumn leaves are falling;
And the trees are becoming bare for winter,
You cross my mind on the night when the veil between worlds is the thinnest. -
A poem me and my best friend collaborated on
Bring me to a place where the river flows heavy with sweet nothings and reassurance
Show me the path to woods with a calming still and shade
Leave me in the meadow that embraces my impurity and holds tight
Let my thoughts flow,
As my soul embraces the light.
My body becoming one with the earth for a moment.
The breeze drifting across my skin,
Reminding me of places long forgotten,
And things not yet seen. -
Read at your own risk
Just a poem and explanation of child-hood trauma
My step-mother once told me,
She had a dream where she was lying in a casket,
And everyone in her life was looking down; and laughing at her.
At the time,
I listened.
My words carefully bouncing in my head;
As I told her,
I never could do that.
Despite the trauma inflicted wounds she had inflicted upon me,
And the words she carved into my soul,
I could never.
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To give some backstory behind this one, because this is the only place I will ever share it; my step-mom is an awful individual. She has put me through hell and back, and when I was younger she said she had a dream where she was dead and I was laughing as her casket was lowered into the ground. Despite everything she put me and my sibling through I cant envision me doing that. It's something that has stuck with me as I have grown up. Messes with my head sometimes, but I know I wouldn't do anything like that.
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To Share A Face (Unfinished Poem)
When I see myself in the mirror,
I can't help but see you.
The person I left behind the summer I graduated.
The person who used self-hate,
To carve bloodied wounds down desolate paths. -
Read at your own risk
This is an unfinished vent piece.
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And when it's all said and done, will you still love me?
Watch as the waves batter my body against the sharp stones,
And the salt creeps into the pores of my skin.
Or, as everything is; am I temporary fix?
An excursion to take as you figure out if I am worthy enough to be human in your eyes.
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Read at your own risk
A small unfinished vent piece.
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I find myself,
Scratching the viable parts of myself until they are raw.
Making everything about me seem monsteresque.
A face, and a body;
That cannot be loved by others,
But only by the monsters that inhabit the subliminal space in my mind.
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When all else fails,
I find writing to be my confidant.
A pillar that can harbor the heaviest of emotions.
A way for my lungs to scream;
And echo off mountain tops.
My hands,
Holding the fabric of generations.
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Unfinished Poem -
Unfinished Poem
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Sometimes;
You need to outgrow your roots.
Reach past the textbook ideals placed in front of you;
And reach for the forbidden skies.
Become more than just a statistical probability;
And show the world,
You are more than how you are perceived. -
Unfinished Thing, because I don't want to call it a poem
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I wonder,
If one hundred years from now;
Someone will pick up this infinite device of wisdom;
And look through all of my unpublished poems.
Finding a ray of hope,
And wondering why these words never found their way to see the light of day.
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