[TW] Poetry by Jefferythebunny

can you believe its a happy poem :0 I've never done that on here but here goes still a trigger warning but its a happy poem i swear

TW- thunderstorms

The wind rushes

Rain pounding the roof

And a smile

So strange

So unfamiliar spreads across my face

Lighting flashes

And thunder roars

And I get this strange feeling

A feeling of home

A feeling so strange

A feeling so foreign

I feel

Safe

I never used to like storms

They made me hide

Reminded me

Of all the yelling

But now

Now storms remind me of you

And you are home

Instead of the thunder

Being a voice booming

Its you whispering in my ear

‘Hey its alright’

The rain pouring

Isnt going to hurt me

Because it reminds me

Of what your embrace will be

So as it storms

I smile

I lay here

And weep

Not sad tears

But happy tears

Because i know your thinking of me

And someone out there

Will keep me safe

we are back to morbid poems, its fine tho

tw: death

title : the woods

note: the woods is all a metaphor i just don't know what its for yet. prolly the world. and also its supposed to be read in a song like manner

Welcome to the woods

The woods are dark

The woods are scary

The woods will hurt you

We will only give you

A knife

A very dull very weak knife

You must survive

Welcome to the woods

The woods are angry

The woods are cruel

The woods want to end you

All you have

Is the clothes on your back

And the shoes on your feet

And of course that knife

You must triumph

Welcome to the woods

The woods are untrustworthy

The woods are harsh

You won't survive

That's what they want

They want to break you

They want you to perish

They want to watch you wither

Into nothing but dust

They will watch

They will laugh

As you struggle

As you fight

As you expire

And so fight

Fight little one

Grab the horse by the reins

And take control

Because the whole point isnt to survive the woods

As soon as you enter, you never leave

Its to end it before they get a show

Thats the only way you win

So pick your final resting place

And know im always with you

Know i will be watching

As you take your last breath

But im not laughing

Im not enjoying this

Im weeping

And wondering

Why does the woods exist in the first place?

TW: holding onto someone while they try and let go in like a death sense

title :carry on

note: this poem contains lyrics from the song 'carry on' by fun. this poem is how the song makes me feel, what i think about, no this is not an original idea so my credit goes to the writers of this song. its super pretty. basically this song makes me think, its the love of my life, singing to me, as im about to let go. this song has helped me hold on more times then i can count

Well, I woke up to the sound of silence and cries

Were cutting like knives in a fist fight

And i found you lying on the bathroom floor

There was a letter in your hands

You swore and said we are not

We are not shining stars

Yet you burnt out

You burnt out so fast

I didnt know how hard you were hurting

I asked you to carry on

I asked you to hold on

To stay

For me

Yet you left me alone

I hold your hand and i whisper into your ear

Carry on, carry on, for just a minute more

And i sat with you,

And waited for help to arrive

And i talked to you

I talked about our future

And all the dreams we will have

‘But I'd like to think I can cheat it all

To make up for the times I've been cheated on’

I tell you, dont leave me

Cheat death

You whisper back

Im not the ghost they want me to be

I asked you to carry on

I asked you to hold on

To stay

For me

Yet you left me alone

I hold your hand and i whisper into your ear

Carry on, carry on, for just a minute more

Your face is pale, sweat runs down your face

I squeeze your hand as i feel your spirt start to fade

I see the lights, i hear the sirens, they are here

They made it

You made it

“‘Cause we are, we are shining stars

We are invincible, we are who we are

On our darkest day when we're miles away

So we'll come, we will find our way home”

I asked you to carry on

I asked you to hold on

To stay

For me

Yet you left me alone

I hold your hand and i whisper into your ear

Carry on, carry on, for just a minute more

‘No one's ever gonna stop us now’

TW - abuse, grief, and sh (sh verse redacted)

I'm sick

Sick of feeling like a burden

For no one appreciating my existence

For loving me for me

I'm sick

Sick of being stuck back

Trapped in my memories

Downing in pain again

I'm sick

Sick of waking up every morning

And wishing things were different

Thinking it will change

I'm sick

Sick of sleepless nights

Hiding from you

From your monsters and demons

And your minion, who learned first hand

What to do, and how to do it

I'm sick

Sick of no one caring

Of no one noticing the bruises

The mental scars, sick of feeling

Helpless

I'm sick

Sick of not meeting up to your standards

Of instead of seeing me for me

You see me for what I'm not.

If you looks beyond yourself

Maybe you would see me

I'm sick

Sick of not being helped

Sick of being worthless

Sick of being inadequate

Sick of the punches

Sick of the kicks

Sick of your hand against my throat

Sick of no one giving a damn

Sick of myself

And sometimes sick things just can't be helped.

Tw- abuse, mentions of Ed

Half

Not whole, but a part

You will never be more than my half brother

One

One day I stopped being cute

I stopped being your little sister

I stopped deserving your love

Two

I was about two years old when she was born

My replacement, not a challenge like me

But a friend, someone to love

Three

Three sibilings, a triangle

Yet you wanted it to be a straight line

Four

I was four when you hit me first

Slammed me to the ground

On purpose

Five

Five years old, and I knew I was never going to be good enough.

Not for you, or anyone who knew you first

Six

Six years is what separates us

A small gap, yet it couldn't be wider.

Seven

Seven times you showed me that damn video

Tied to a chair, crying

As you smiled and pressed 'replay

Eight

When I was eight, you gave me a book

Told me to remember and read it when I was older

I cherish that book, I didn't forget

I thought you had changed

Nine

Number Nine

The player in madden, the guy I played as

I figured out I had to do what you wanted for you to love me

Ten

Ten times you hit me with the stick

Damaging my hip forever

I said i fell in cheer

All I did was breathe the wrong way

Eleven

When I was eleven

I asked for help

Everytime I was shut down

So I cut you off

Becuase I was better than that

Twelve

Twelve years old and I got out

800 miles separate us now,

I'm untouchable

Thirteen

December thirteenth, your birthday

A day for celebrating you

But isn't that what everyday is for

Fourteen

Fourteen and you smacked me

Fourteen and you feed my eating disorder

Fourteen and you want me gone

Fifteen

A bet you placed

Said I wouldn't make it to 15

I'll be fifteen soon, you aren't going to win

Sixteen

Sixteen by Sixteen, the approximate measure of your closet

Where you locked me away

For hours, I still have no clue how Long

No food, no water, no light

You threatened me not to tell anyone

Well hey, are you gonna shoot me, becuase I've told it ?

Seventeen

Seventeen times I've typed out messages

Asking you why

Asking for forgiveness

For being a bad sister

Eighteen

You were eighteen when they gave you a weapon

Trained you to hurt

But also to heal

How to save a life

But you can't save mine

Nineteen

Nineteen girls

I wanted to be, if I looked like them,

Would you love me?

Twenty

Twenty scars on my body

All your fault, whether inflicted by you

Or by me

It's still your fault

Twenty-one

Twenty-one years you've been alive,

You think you would have learned

How to treat a human

TW: animal death

i wrote this poem on my dogs 1 year anniversary, his 2 year is next Sunday. i would be lying if i said i wasn't still in denial, or that I've moved past it.

A is for your ashes on the table

B is for your blood on my hands

C is for the crate you died in

D is for dilated cardiomyopathy

E is for everything is my fault

F is for the family party that killed you

G is for the guilt I am left with

H is for the Hurt you causes me, and for the Hatred I have for you because of it

I is for ice cream, bought for my dad after your death

J is for jerzee, your replacement

K is for Knoxville, where we took you when you were sick

L is for licking my pants. I told you I hated you and to leave me alone

M is all the medicine you were on.

N is for New Jersey, where we went the next day

O is for old. You weren't old. You were 3

P is for all those potatoes you ate

Q is for the quiet before sebastion cried

R is for racing to see your cold body

S is for selfish, I could have been home

T is for tears I didn't cry.

U is for UT, the college vet you went too

V is for vets hours away

W is for the Week filled with deaths

X is for the x-rays taken before your diagnosis

Y is for a year. I hope no one else notices

Z is for Zander, your name. Sorry.

TW: body image; sh scars; scars in general

I look at myself

And I don't see

What you see

I don't see

My eyes

Or my curves

All my 'nice features'

I see

My scars on my arms

The scar on my lip

The weird shape on my chin

My hairline that's a mess

My legs

And all their stretch marks

My chest thats female

And not the way I want

I see my hair

In an awkward color

I want blonde hair

And a smaller chest

And nice legs

Runner legs

Without the lines

I want a hair line

And a face frame

That makes me look mature

I want smooth skin

Blemish free skin

I want to be scar free

I want to look in the mirror

And see everyone else I see

See someone who's beautiful

And strong

And funny

And amazing

Instead I see

A wreck

A weak link

A pile of garbage

Someone undeserving of life

TW- sad////// Part 2 and 3 and 4 to follow soon its a story each capturing a different emoton in the story, sadness, anger, happiness, and then grief, this one is sadness

Tiny tears fall

From my face

To the page

Tiny little letters

Scribbled in a hurry

A dot

An imperfect smudge

A blemish in your perfect purple script

A crease down the middle

A tiny little tear

Why can't I project the letter

Because I can't protect you

The wind howls

You must be so cold

Sleeping on a bench

In the middle of the rain

It's pouring

It could be described as beautiful

And cleansing

But also violent and acrimonious

The birds arent singing

The wind chimes aren't chiming

Even though the gusts are harmful

The clock passes 12

And the time doesn't chime

The world is silent

Though i used to ask for you to shut up

I miss your noise

My tears smudge the pen on your goodbye

Then i see the end

‘Please dont cry, you know i hate to say goodbye’

You always rhymed

Even though it was bothersome

You always laughed

Even when it wasnt funny

You were my light

My heart

My soul

oh crap-

so the next 3 parts never came out because i never wrote them but i will i promise its just been -w- chaos

this is a poem basically retelling whats been going on in my head, during my latest episode. if you know what alter im talking about, you know. i don't want to say his name because that is rude and i don't want anyone to think poorly of him. he, like me, is just trying his best.

Hi it's nice to meet you

I'm the voice in your brain

The calling in your skull

Telling you what true

You cannot be broken

You cannot be twisted

A force to be reckoned with

Sometimes you fail,

But we all do

You've been through so much,

Give yourself some room

Sure you make mistakes

Isn't that what we all do

We all mess up

We all fall down

But it's okay

Because you get back up again

Sometimes we cant mess up

Sometimes we can't fail

I need you to be perfect

Do better next time

This is your fault

There is no excuse

No reason

No pardon

Take the blame you did this

You did this to yourself

Dont cry thats dumb

This is your fault

You cant be sad

Or pretend to be in pain

Did you think about the pain?

No because you don’t think

Its my job to protect you

And yet you act so stupid

You are 15 years old

Care for yourself

Youve already dont it

So do it more

I dont care if it hurts

Its what you wanted isnt it

Let me take control

Let me grab the blade

Let me show you what it really feels like

Did you like that

Did you like the pain

The searing burn

I think you did

I think you did like that

You liked it because you are a failure

And failures deserve to hurt

I cant protect you

When you fail

I cant protect you

When you dont protect yourself

Failures dont get to be in charge

part 2! please read part one first, the poem before the poem before this, its labeled part one.

there are 2 povs in this series, so pov 1 was poem one, pov 2 is poem 2, and it will switch

i haven't defined gender or relationship between these 2 people yet, because i don't want it to feel set. these poems are for you, and whatever person they remind you of. for me its a bit of me and my mother, a bit of me and my ex, its a bunch of random little people thrown in

there is no tw since its a happy poem!

Freedom

Air

Space

I sit down

Breeze going through my hair

My hair I can let down

Because you aren't here

I take in the view

A view I never saw

Because life was shrouded by your shadow

Your darkness

I take in the air

The crisp

Soft

Summer air

I recognize a beauty

A beauty I never enjoyed

Because I was always basking in your light

I miss the way

Your hand feels on my face

I miss the way your voice warmed my heart

The way your smile lit up the entire world

Im alone

But im not lonely

Because now my voice

Can warm the world

And i can smile

Smile a genuine smile

One that glows

One that is so strong

Because here i am

Alone

But happy