The Poem Writers Gathering.

Scars over my body
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I’ve got tree scars on my face
About a hundred on the rest of my body
Some are shared, some are hidden
Some are visible, some are inside
They all have a story
A story with pain and happiness
A story about me
Like fish in a sea
Making me whole
Special and unique
Dragging me to my next scar
The next story in my book
Full of fairy tells and tragedy’s
Full of life
Hoping that in the end
The story’s will make my ocean

I hope I'll be better, better than ever

I know bad things don't last forever.

You have come this far, you are a fighter

You got this boy, your future is brighter.

_{I don't think I can post my stuff on here because it's very not happy and it doesn't rhyme so I don't know if it counts as a poem}

Woman falls to sleep in car, wakes up floating in river


Dec. 28, 2019


With no choice left but to leave the door open for despair to come in as it is, like family, she stood from scraped knees and cried chaos back to these tumultuous winds screaming that freedom cannot exist for a human; she seeks it anyways in the ferocious tenacity of her ambition; it is the force of knowing she'll never win and the power of knowing she cannot fail. Accept that despair as your own for it is your own; the darkness is nothing to fear for we are blind anyways. Rifle through each chapter of the many sides to many stories and you will find that all are true, so what are the words whispering in your own leaves? How afraid are you of opening the door?

I wrote this poem in 2020 about a month before the US responded to COVID. I was taking a class about poetry at the time. There was a form where you choose the title of your poem by copy pasting the name and date of publication of an article, song, or other, and write your poem. Thinking of revising that second half though.

i'll share an old poem for this one (btw i have no idea how i come up with poem names/titles so dont come at me hahaha)

Space

Love love love!

words are magic

@AlwaysForYou197 I love this!