Category: Poetry

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Taking A Breath

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Taking a breath
Getting ready to scream
 
The pain building up
And starting to scheme
 
The anger and frustration
Piling up inside
Fighting to find a way into the bright light
 
One small scrape or a cut
And then it’s all over
As the anger seeps out
And the shell of yourself starts to roar
 
It’s having to hide it all
That really hurts the most
Having to laugh and smile
While holding in the ghost
 
It really builds up 
As your friends find no holes
In the shell of yourself
That holds no hosts
 
So get ready
Take that breathe
And scream
For all your frustrations need to let off some steam
 
And soon the time will come when you take the leap
Finding that your pain needs to be seen
Seeking out help 
And finding great friends
That love and support you until the very end

~ hiddengirl75

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Laughter

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Laughter 
An easily used mask
A fake detail
Put in place
To hide the pain
That resides inside
 
Laughter
Easily broken 
By thoughts
So harsh 
A bitter taste and tears forced forward
 
Laughter
A bubble of acid 
Climbing up my throat
Burning my insides
Coating it with it’s harsh lies
 
Laughter
Clogging my throat with it’s burning acid
Choking me
Coughing from the sickness that is the laughter
 
Laughter
How I wish it was carefree
Young carefree laughter that doesn’t burn
The kind of laughs that are infectious
Laughter that fills rooms and warms hearts
Not the laughter that causes me to choke and scream

~ hiddengirl75

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Pain

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Pain is a feeling
That flows through your veins
 
It is caused by fretting 
Over people who couldn’t care less
And the stress
That messes with your head
 
It is the deep ache inside
That needs to be fixed
But who has the time
To stop and find the rest
That is needed to tape up the whole in my chest
 
Pain is the feeling
That you get 
When you’re broken and hunched over
With all your regrets
 
It is what lives inside you 
And dares you to fix
Knowing that nothing 
Will mend your broken bits

~ hiddengirl75

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Opinionated

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To say 
I'm not very opinionated 
To start with
Is not the truth
 
I have much to say 
But words escape me
 
My mind goes blank 
And I hold my tongue
 
Assuming things
You fill the blanks
And say
Well you're not very opinionated to begin with
 
But you've only seen
A part of me
 
A part that's grown
Or better yet,
Shrunk
 
As school has taught me 
To hold my tongue.

~ hiddengirl75

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A Piece of Wisdom

Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.

Maggie Smith
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Midnight boredom

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Oh so bored
Sitting in silence 
The clock ticking 
Pen scratching
Paper flapping
My own beating
 
Thumps 
So loud and clear
A pounding 
That resonates 
Ever so near
 
Thoughts that collide
At the fastest of speeds
 
Penned words 
Glaring back at me
Underlined and bolded
Ever so carefully 
 
Merging together
Problems and thoughts,
future and past,
hopes and dreams.
 
Leaving me behind
Bored and bleeding.

~ hiddengirl75

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Mumbo Jumbo

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Mumbo Jumbo
That's my phrase
To describe 
What goes on 
Up in my brain
Too many thoughts 
And projects to name
Personal 
Or otherwise publically named
Take deep breaths
And write it out
But wait...
Hold up...
I forgot it all just now. 
What a mess. 
What to do?
Nothing ever comes out just right.
What about for you?
You see, 
When I start to multi-task
Lamas yodle 
And start to to ask
And look
There it goes
My mumbo jumbo mind
Trailing off again
And now I've forgotten
The next 5 lines
For now I'll try
To organize
My mumbo jumbo mind.

~ hiddengirl75

P.S. Isn’t my little messy brain dude, just so adorable. I drew him myself on the google drawings thingy in drive. I’m kind of proud of it. 😆

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Unknown

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I don’t get it
Do you?
I don’t know
What’s this feeling 
I can’t show 

A perfect day 
Secrets and jokes
Merely moments ago

In a blink
Im slipping
Falling

Memories 
Newly formed
Yet out of reach

Grasping 
At blanks
And touching air

Seconds before
Hanging with friends
Now isolated
And lonely

A ditch 
I dug 
For myself

Thoughts there 
With words
Not able to form

No one to talk to
To understand
And no words 
To describe

What a ditch 
I dug 
Huh. 

~ hiddengirl75

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Stressed

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Why are you stressed?
They ask.

You shouldn't be.
They say.

So then you pretend.
Pretend you're not.
Not stressed.
There's no reason to be.

But why can't I?
Is it a reserved emotion?
Signed with:
Upper Classmen ONLY.

You're a freshman.
It's easy.
They say.

Or...

You're in all my classes
It's so easy.

Apparently it's so easy.
But then ... why am I stressed?
I have NO REASON to be.

My exams have ended yay!

~ hiddengirl75

P.S – I’m not entirely sure but I think this post is best viewed on computer, as the block I used doesn’t seem to work on mobile devices (phones, tablets.) So sorry, and thank you.

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Writing

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Grabbing a paper
Pickinging up a pen 
Fingers wrapped around, holding
Pen to paper
Stroking up and down
Hand gliding 
Words forming
Thoughts flowing free

I’m back with more poetry, yay! So this poem is actually based off of two prompts that I found. The first one is a how to prompt, it basically said to write a poem telling someone how to complete a mundane task that most people don’t even think about as they complete it. The second prompted me to limit myself to writing a poem with only twenty five words or less. This poem includes both of these prompts because it is 24 words long and it talks about how to write.

I struggled with the phrasing of how to explain writing. Most people would have a hard time explaining it because you learn how to write at such a young age and from there it is just muscle memory and what you have learned. You don’t normally have to put much thought or effort into the actual writing but rather what you are writing. There are so many little details when it comes to writing and I wasn’t sure how to phrase them all, so my poem is really just about the basic idea of writing, rather then how to actually write.

This poem was really relaxing to write and allowed me a break from my homework, so I hope you enjoy it. It may seem simple, but there is so much behind everyday tasks that you may not think about.

Until we meet again…

~ hiddengirl75

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7/7

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Staying up too late, and scrambling to finish
 Waking up to smiles, painted yellow
 Boring, skipping, guilt, that's what I felt
 Sadness with a cute blue jacket, Disney bound
 Health and good feelings with a new friend, Peabody
 The perfect day full of movies and sushi!
 Visiting Lola, with jello and feeling lazy 
 And that's the end of my week!

Daily poetry post! Let’s hope I can actually keep up with this one.

Today’s prompt was to write one line per day of the week, based on what happened last week for you. So it may sound messy, but it’s my week, one day per line, yay!

Until we meet again…

~ hiddengirl75