I literally just want somewhere to put them > . <

Some are bad

Some are amazing

Some are interesting

Some are dumb

Anyway, if you demand an analysis I shall give.

Also, I love triolets, they're quite fun to play on words.

Photograph
(My first ever triolet attempt, written on the spot at a youth author's conference.)

Caught in worlds of black and white,
Nowhere to be found.
Trying hard to win this fight,
Caught in worlds of black and white,
Illumined just by xenon light.
Endless vacuum kill the sound.
Caught in worlds of black and white,
Nowhere to be found.

Around and Down

Around and down, the endless pain,
We play lifes game
In which we came (without fair aim)
Around and down. The endless pain
Brought on this lane
To find your name (forth from the rain
Around and down). The endless pain,
We play lifes game.

Sill

Watching from a misty sill;
Frost takes over glass.
Held for death against a will;
Watching from a misty sill;
One more bottle, one more pill;
Empty eyes to see the last;
Watching from a misty sill;
Frost takes over glass.

I don't know what to call this

Awake still waiting
Listening, watching
Feeling yet unseen
Unknown, unheard

Thinking always,
Constant tenants
Tearing away layers
Upon layers of sanity

A forbidden regret
Is always hidden
Behind a perfect lens
From which they stand

A streaming train
Of thought goes by
Passing without notice
But always waiting

Strained in the clutches
Of distance being
And Father Time wear
Itself no truer

Words would rather
Have not been wasted
Hanging tattered
In the windowsill

Where they lay
In patient way
Waiting until the worn
Life has blown to dust

Waiting forever
Restless nonetheless
Stirring once
And ever after

But it is tired
And it's disappointed
And it needs to search
It has to know

And so it fidgets
Waiting in panic
Slowly inching
Away from the window

Turning its head
Ever so slowly
Careful to be careful,
Carefully reconsidered

But the task has begun
Nothing can prevent
This life from tiring
And now growing impatient

It must flee now
Away from the window
Away from everything
It has ever known

Ruined now the moon
The only consultant
But it was evident.
It cannot wait forever.

The end of something I never started

I looked way down into myself
To face my intents bare
But never beating heart I found
Twas only mirror there

Some verses are overly dumb so I'm cutting them so sorry if it makes zero sense this is about a teacher btw

You were always home to me
The only life I'd ever see
My view was narrowed much too far
[Redacted for dumbness]

Staring into ice cold eyes
Hoping to warm their darkened skies
And then they turned the sentiment
Where all their waking time was spent

And so I wore the days away
Knowing that it soon would pay
When you would notice my own worth
[Redacted]

But never once did you see
The toil that it took on me
How hard I tried to win your praise
That soon I turned to blacks and greys

And yet you still turned your eyes
And simply shoved me to the side
I'd never be your kind of grand
[Redacted]

For once I was getting somewhere
Light had peeked in here and there
But then life gave its helping hand
And smothered out the light again

In your face I could see
There wasn't any scrap of me
[Reda
cted]

My opportunity was gone
And yet I still dragged on and on
Unrelenting til I cried
[Blah blah blah]

[Dumb has
Been redacted]
Sobbing in front of all my peers
Shame at shedding blood and tears

Taking risks for simple praise
Haunting me at the end on my days
Pained and broken at my wrist
And head and heart lost in the mist

The struggle that you never knew
Was what you had turned and threw
Away my pain and my distress
Towards someone else's best interest

They stole my progress and my gain
My reputation and my name
They'll never know this sacrifice
For I'm the one who paid the price

[Blah]
I found where my true loyalties lay
To those who won't throw me away
[Redacted]

People who take care of me
When I'm in pain or I'm in need
They appreciate all I do
And I still go on in spite of you

Now it's my chance to turn
My time to toss you to the curb
And yet I can't 'cause then I'd be
As hateful as you were to me

[Ehhh this whole verse is cringy, basically I'll remember those lessons and I don't regret it and I'm happy I left]

I'm safe and loved by those who deserve
My dedication and hard work
And I get my time in my turn
But now and then my hand still hurts

Sometimes twisted the wrong way
Sometimes from the words you'd say
Maybe I forgot how kind you could be
But that is how you ruined me

Trigger warning

Reply to the poem "I'm a Mistake" by my friend, I left something similar for her as a surprise, but the document has since been deleted so I can't retrieve the original.

"Hey," I said to the girl who had spoke. "I'm a Disappointment if you wanted to know. I let down everyone, most likely you too, but don't worry about me, it's just what I do.

I let down my teachers when my grades went down and I let down my friends while I was out of town. I let down my father when I left on the light, and I let down my brother when I disappeared at night.

I let down my mother when I started to cry, and I let down my pet when I left him to die. But even still after all that time, I guess it's just part of my strange little mind.

It's so hard to breathe in this smoky air, I'd rather tear at my veins and my hair. No one seems to know what that's like so they always end up telling me to take a hike.

I don't think they realize those don't add up because it just makes me wheeze and shake like a pup, and when I crawl back on blood colored knees, the breath has all been stolen from me.

Every one of my childhood dreams are long gone and lost in memory. I have no belongings but a sleeping rug and the blanket I have is what I wish to get rid of.

It's much too heavy for me to wear, but nobody ever wants to share. It's breaking my skull and my ribs and my spine and I want to but just can't leave it behind.

There's a stone that I carry every day, and I don't but I wish I could throw it away. It sits in my chest and makes doing things hard, and digs into my mind like a mirror shard.

I often wonder if this is the source and this is why simple breathing's a chore. I wonder if I had thrown it away like how I should have when I found it that day, and, like the other, been throw in the lake, if everything now would have turned out okay.

Maybe now I would breathe just fine and I wouldn't be crushed by the weight of what's mine. And once in a while someone might like to share, but for now I'm forced to keep breathing this air - the air that's making me dizzy and sick, and the air that's just part of their marvelous trick.

So hello, Mistake, and how do you do? I'm Disappointment. It's nice to meet you."

Trigger Warning

Poem I never finished

How may I go about living if everything is in ruin.
The world around me quaking and cracking.
Ot splits open at the seams and leaves me to fall into six foot pits of earth.
Dry and dusty as I toss stones of thought as they turn the sands dull.

Since when did the moon have prison bars to block the silver prism beams from my memory.
Staring into optical oceans so stormy and strong yet so still and silent.

They are not mine.
Mine quiver and shake, casting me overboard into oblivious obviousness.

God's will be wanted and wanted to hang for hipocracy from honesty.

The sting carving into my skin like ink is nothing compared to the stone on my lungs.
The red blooms over flesh and spills into a bitter black battle that can't be surpassed.

Faceless peers jest in my ears.
If I can't save myself no one can.
I'm a basket case a lost cause a man overboard.

Fighting for survival when you can't swim is futile.
Taking the bullets without a vest is impossible.
Looking in a mirror lusting for miracles is a mistaken mission that no one can lead.

If I can't save myself no one can.

With every step a new atom breaks from my body.
Escaping into space uncontained.
Grasping endlessly to reclaim it but it grows restlessly energetic.
I cannot reach to grab it back for if I move forward another atom rebels against me until I run in circles and my mind is at last in shambles.

I can't compress them carefully considered into clean corners of cautious containers.
I can only pray for patience and a place of peace to hide.
More often than not the oasis has been purged of its purity.
I choke on thick air as I shake with fear and fury

TBC

Sea of Glass

Fumbling with the keys
Stumbling to my knees
Pounding in my chest
Drowning out the rest
The tender hand extends
And plates it slowly bends
A tremor through the line
It shatters in the mind
Sinking to the floor
Drinking in the store
The frozen bits galore
Like none they were before