forgetmylife:
Crown of the outcast A silhouette in a crowded room, The brightest light, the deepest gloom. A misfit soul with a heavy crown, Looking for peace but starting to drown. They call me different, they call me strange, While I’m just trying to manage the pain. A broken heart in a designer sleeve, With demons that never seem to leave. I don’t fit the mold, I don't play the part, Just a lonely kid with a bleeding art. The world turns cold, the shadows grow, With secrets I keep locked inside my soul. But in the static and the pouring rain, There’s a certain beauty inside the strain. A king of the outcasts, lost and free, Forever a misfit, just like me.
forgetmylife:
Let me know your thoughts and please remain in topic.
Nina001:
I like it and the rhyming is good 9.99/10
forgetmylife:
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uknownprttyfacekayla:
Wrote another poem called " unseen, not unbroken" feedback plz
unknownnnnnn:
Noise Complaint.. My thoughts donu2019t whisper, they pace. Heavy boots on the floor of my brain at hours meant for rest.
unknownnnnnn:
Static in my skull... I donu2019t sleep I negotiate with the ceiling. 3 a.m. conversations with thoughts that donu2019t want peace, only attention.
PDiddi:
Working on an upcoming cinematic animation: Teaser: https://youtu.be/iVtXj695cGE
unknownnnnnn:
Why am I still here....... I wake up and nothing argues back. No dread. No hope. Just the quiet understanding that Iu2019m still here and donu2019t know why
addison123456:
3:03 AM Thought: I canu2019t believe he just left like that. He came over, told me he wanted freedom, said he didnu2019t like me the way he used to.
adreonnaRaeee:
why are you so desperate to find love so young? weu2019re kids, still growing, still hurting, still figuring out who we even are.