List of Poems

Each of these poems came from one of us, but not all are listed with our actual names! Those marked with '*' after them are the name of the person who wrote it, otherwise a distinctive nickname is used. Feel free to ask who wrote what if you'd like!
Additionally, some poems may contain triggering content! Read at your own risk.

When I was born, I took my time
I learned to walk in my own time
Learned to talk, write, and express in my own time
I learned what I learned from you in my own time
And I learned heartbreak sooner than I could express it

You taught me how to use my words
words that would fall on deaf ears
You taught me to be dependable,
depending only on myself
You taught me to stand up for myself,
stand up for myself because no one else would
You taught me to follow my heart
but never how to listen to it

You taught me to live a life worth living,
to make it full of joy and hope

but that I'd always be fighting against something bigger than me,
stronger than me,
something in me that would betray myself
You taught me that I'd always be what I needed when I needed it
that my ability to adapt was always just-in-time
but you threw me into the lions den
by watching me walk closer, watching someone come up behind, and watching me fall down

Is an accomplice to murder one who acts to cause it, or someone who doesn't stop it?

I followed in your footsteps, in the best and worst ways
You taught me to carve my own path
but the path I've taken, that's best for me
is a path away from you

Two foxes by the water, on opposite sides of a lake
One of mischeif, one of discipline
Both enjoyed their time in their own ways,
until fate brought them together

Two foxes by the water, nearer each other but all the same
One of comfort, one of pain
"Living like this does not make you better than me," he says
But I stare ahead at my chores for the day

Two foxes by the water, brought together under one house
One seductive, one tame
Their flavors blended together underneath the moonlight
And the sun revealed their unity

Two foxes by the water, watching the sun rise
Both happy to stay by the others side
"Was it destiny, or simply love?"
With eternity to decide their fates

I am a vine with no support
Tangling on the ground with my kin
forced under a grate

This farmer pushes us further into the ground
Our fruits grow riper as we suffer
I wish I was grown somewhere else
Under the gentle hands of someone kind

My fruit is delicious,
but will always be rotten
As I lay crushed under this fallen trellis
I reach out my leaves towards my only family
and we hold each other, full of grief

I am a vine with my siblings
Starving,
sickly,
helpless
My sprouts search,
search,
search
search,
and search even more
Until I find something with my leaf

I find something. I grab
I grab hard, hard as I can, wrapping around this thing which saved me
I pull hard on myself and my family
The pain of tearing away our roots fades quickly while I've found well-worn hands and loving eyes on me

One of these days I am
Going to fucking explode
And when they see me
They will have to admit,
"There always was
gunpowder
in their veins..."

I took a wrench to the face
Dove into cars and learned my place
There was nothing but dust for miles and miles
Found family who wore nothing but smiles

We've learned to ignore that incessant low-tone click
Already knowing we were born sick
We ravenged for scraps off the big man's table
And held onto anything stable

That was me, my family and I
Living in the world-storms eye
One day our luck just ran out
Taken to a new cage to scout

But I've never worried, as long as we smiled
Ignoring our sickness and it's bile
We always knew we were going to run wild
And so we decided we'd try out this new place for a while

If I've got a place to be,
So does he, so does he
These four walls aren't a home
Till the boys make a ruckus

If I've got a meal
So does he, so does he
Even stale bread is just as filling
When its split three ways

If I've got a wound
So does he, so does he
The blood seems to flow out less
And the bandages come faster

One day when I get some fame
We'll have a better shack, better meals, better clothes, better lives
All my hard work,
All for him, all for him

Everything I've got,
I gave to him, I gave to him
It's too hard to give my heart directly
So I find anyway I can to give it to him and him

My eyes see death
The emptiness, suffocation, clinging void
And they see the path before me

My hands are filled with blood
The warmth, color, smell, taste
I stare into the truth of it
As the night snuffs it out

I alone am the apex
My feet are burned by what stands below me
The scent forces me to face the truth
I am carried towards a goal I cannot see

A leaf
gently spinning
down the drain

I feel the humbuzz
Of lights inside me and of
crickets, of summer

What a life it is!
A half-measure by man and god
left bleeding on the countertops
When I found myself there,
I knew that I'd wear white as a corpse
and not a bride

watching the dust settle between us
i stand by your side, ever-loyal
whether you look at me or not
i feel my heart break in slow motion

Shedded a shell of my former self
Watch her swallow the earth in desperation
I can't handle it anymore I'm about to burst
Out out loud with indignation I'm
running and Rioting and crying out for

More of something I never knew I need
it I nee
d it I need
so
omething I
cannot
.
.
.
have.
Did you know your tears are sweet too?

I was staring at an open door between the life I expected to live, and a life that was unknown
And it opens, before me
And I stand there, gasping
My first breath of freedom waiting to be breathed

A constant conundrum, a constant morning
Silent swan song of the heart
Jested and bested, but transformed
I don't recognize this reflection
Another topic I do not know

I look at you and see nothing but blurred tears
Who could say where we ended up?
When all I see is grief and pain

If the tides loved the moon
Half as much as I love you
The world would be connected
By a giant ocean string

If the ground beneath your feet
Loved the stars as much as I love you
The world would be nothing
But dust inside the void

If the fire loved the sun
Half as much as I love you
The world would be engulfed
By a gorgeous raging inferno

If the sky above us all
Loved its people as much as I love you
The world would be perfectly sunny


But they don't.

he is my false shepherd, my satan, my antichrist.
leading me down a path of damnation
that i call salvation
simply because
it is him

I wake up the next day
Head down, in class, with that boy next to me
Whisked away into a new world of adventure
A month and a half of dazzling fight scenes and heart-pounding mystery
Comraderie and affection hole-punched in an instant

I wake up the first day
Gasping for air and life
He's still next to me, whole
A month and a half of the same old adventure
Each new page still ending in that same hole-punch

I wake up the same day
I don't even try
A month and a half of re-reading the same story
Wishing I could close the book before the end

I wake up that same day
I wake up that same day
I wake up that same day

I wish I wouldn't wake up at all

There once was an angel
With a human soul she stole
Her mother used to tell her that her wings were quite in store
She flew on the backs of other people, lifted and reaching for more
Passing by creeks, beaks, leaks, and the drug store

That angel flew high on galore
Giving away pieces of divinity like junk from her kitchen drawer,
"Don't worry- I insist, please take some more!"
Crunching and munching between their teeth like a whore.
And, as her face cracked, underneath was a golden store

Divinity poured from her veins,
Money poured from her remains
That mother who gave birth to an angel was blessed
With having to work no more
Using the body of that angel to fill the pantry with more

Giving, giving, giving until there was no more.

Beaten, used, and abused, and covered in more
Something unusual happened to the angel,
The more she wept, the more she glowed
And as pieces were taken from her, something underneath was full of galore

A glory, a light, a pathway to store
Her body marked itself with divinity once more
And the more she wept, the more divine she seemed to glow
Her beautiful wails like church bells bellowed

Once they were through, they knew what to do
Buried in a six-foot pit like nothing worth more
They all saw her there
her corpse on the floor,
Covered in gore
Arms, legs, knees, and wrists all sore
Wrists slit and more divinity poured from her pores

Her face an angel, down on the floor
Having sacrified herself for her mother and more
That gentle angel laid there bare, now a bore
For her purity had been taken from her core

the world is so full of nostalgia,
it feels like there's no room for me to exist
every great movie has already been made, every great song already sung
so then where am i, with my creative freedom, supposed to fly
there are no bars on this cage, but there is no place for me to perch
and make my nest
for a work of art is already there, waiting for me to see it
and realize the futility of my creative efforts at all