Mask, the broken shards lay around the face.

Face, serenely still,

But ever so slightly tense.

Sword, long and sharp.

Light, illuminating the sword,

As it lays in the folded hands.

Hands, the skin still a shade of pink.

Skin, only slightly warm to the touch,

Like the heart had stopped yet recently.

Heart, beating slowly and painfully.

Chains, wrapped around the victim,

Keeping it high off the ground.

A visitor.

An enemy?

They jump.

They strike.

Chains broken.

The victim falls to the ground.

Eyes open,

Glowing white.

Mask reforms.

Cracks still show.

Swords raise.

Dying heart against empty heart.

Fire lifts the victim's arm

(Not the victim's fire,

Someone else's) 

And brings it down on the visitor.

They jump back,

Then run forward to kill.

No fire.

Arm raises again anyway.

Arm falls.

Sword peirces the heart.

Tears run down the mask.

Again

Again

More tears

"Please release me..."

Torture for eons

Finally released

One

Last

Strike

...

A pained scream,

Then silence.

The victim falls,

Dead,

Broken,

Hollow at last,

To the ground.

Eyes go dark

As the glow spills out

Like water to the floor.

Free

Painless

Hollow 

~~

Inspired by the Hollow Knight in the game Hollow Knight by Team Cherry. 

I wrote this--

Admins, is this poem okay, or is the sixth line too romantic? I guess I could change it if you wanted me to....

Yes, please change or delete it. Thank you for asking.

Admin

Alright, is this better? If it's still too romantic I can just delete that line entirely.

I don't know

I don't 

I

...

I can't do it

I can't

I

...

That sounds right.

I've tried so hard

I've walked the gauntlet

Came out nearly dead.

But that's not my fault,

Now, isn't it?

I'm looking at you.

Yeah you.

Now it's my turn to say

GOOD

BYE

(Good riddence...)

I'll find myself again

And I'll pick up my broken peices

I'll start all over

WITHOUT YOUR TOXIC 'HELP'

I'm me.

I always have been.

But what you labeled my fault?

Nah, that was always your sin.

So now I'm walking away.

Starting from the beginning

OF MY OWN ADVENTURE

So thanks

For all the hardship

I'm sorry it had to end this way.

I really am.

But now I can finally be free

Maybe

...

Maybe so can you...? 

@Rogue Wildling yes, I did write that poem about someone. Maybe that's what having a crush feels like to me (at least, having a year-and-a-half long crush on someone you've vaguely known for a really long time but never really talked to and you're fed up with it all).

Another poem for my closest friend.

C.M.D.

we lay there in the bed of peonies open-mouthed laughing and lookin up at the endless expanse of blue

in late september,

the sun sets sooner and i get to see the fiery waves that are your golden highlights catch the sun / you are real to me like a tree that has been struck by lightning / imperfect / striking / wonderful and / real / dear,

red christmas lights slung / across the tops of your bedroom / draw out the inner mind like nothing else / i could tell you anything / and you could do the same to me / i'd give you my brain beneath a microscope / and let you dissect its deepest parts / any day

Benches are friends

To those with umbrellas

Who take rest in the pouring rain.

Gazing into a sunset

Is calm for some fellas

Who have nothing to lose and all to gain.

But colds will be caught

And eyes will be ruined.

This peace is fake.

~~

Nihil says puku. Aww, is my poem really that bad?

yess

Dang. I was really trying there.

Ohhh well. Youu can't wryt poem ssss. 

wanderer~

i am the

life of the party

fingerless gloves and sideways smiles

and  i am

a face that doesn't fit the name i've chosen for myself

i pull my hair in different  ways, but all i see is 

false 

and  when you like purple and pink and  fashion there is no way out

and i am

casual flirts with light words  and heavy meanings

i am alone but okay

i am

friends and laughter and sunshine

words scribbled in a journal at half-past midnight

and we're all lost, but that's okay

i wouldn't know what to do if i was

found