Story My Poems and Thoughts Thread.

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I'm going to use this space for vents, rambles, and poems, in a form of storytelling.

Writing them helps me get some of the weight out of my head.

I'm not a great writer, I'm a complete amateur trying to put things into words when they're too much to keep.

These won't be very polished. They're just what comes out.
I feel awful today,
So sluggish and slow,
Just in the same way,
I had felt on that road,

It's the way I felt before,
On the day when I heard,
For the first and last time,
Those five words that she spoke,

"I wish you were sadder",
She looked in my eyes,
Her gaze was so heavy,
so heavy I cried,

How could I be sadder,
How could I lose more,

I don't think that she knew,
I don't think she could know,

That day felt for me,
Like my last day on earth.

 

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I like seeing old couples on the street,

I think of a future, where it's just you and me,
We travel around, we see all the parks,

— "I want to see Colorado"
I want to look at the stars

They remind me of you,
The way she grabs on his arm,

— "I wanna be just like them"
— "Aren't they cute when they walk?"

They walk together

I want to grow old with you

I'm sorry

I don't like seeing old couples on the street.

 

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Doesn't that sunset look so pretty?
Well I'm a fan of the sunrise.

The trip feels so long.

But it feels so worth it,
I want to see the beach with you,

Can you queue the next song?

I like singing with you,

How was your day?
I know how excited you were about that job.

Can you play that song again?

 

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I'm sorry,
It's cliche to say.

This poem I read,
It felt like a story,

And I thought to share it,
With those who might feel the same,

It spoke about fear,
Powerlessness and shame,

Of those who beg for a way,
To let go of the pain,

Because you're damned twice upon,
On the day that you do it,

Once for losing your life, and twice,
For you're the one that took it,

Don't let it be by my hands,
I have stuck till the end,

I'm not scared of dying,
But I'm afraid of the blame.

 

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— "Im sorry to say this"
The doctor looks in my eyes,

— "You have developed a cancer",
I hope it's one I can't fight,

— "We may start chemo soon",
But I'd rather have some last fun,

I don't think that I want to,
I think I'll just let it take me.

And I'll dance one last day,
Then I'll bask in the sun.

I am free to let go,
And at last it's the end,

I'm allowed to be free,
While surrounded by friends.

But it's not time.

It's not my turn.

I wake up from that dream,
And I look in the mirror,

It's not my time.

It's not my turn.

I always though that would be,
The thing that would take it,

My life would be given,
To the monster that chased me,

I remember being afraid,
Ever since I was little,

Is it really so selfish,
That I wish it was real.

— "There's a chance so don't risk it"
— "Take care of your health"

I just want to be saved,
So I don't go to hell,

I feel bad about thinking,
That I wish it would happen.