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[somebadpoetry]

There’s a moth on the train

She probably flew in

Following the light

And now she doesn’t know where she is

This train is going to travel all the way to another town

And this moth is carried with it

The train, of course, has no idea

It follows the track laid out for it and doesn’t feel

The fluttering of paper soft wings in its space

But it’s allure was too overwhelming

And the little moth will never know why it is

wherever it will go

[somebadpoetry]

What are you most passionate about? Why do people want to hear what you have to say? Why do people like your art? What’s the point of what you do? What are you here for? Why should we care about you? Make us care about you.

Read a whole poem + a little explanation (For Free, but this site gives me money when people read my poetry unlike tumblr lmao): https://vocal.media/poets/what-are-you-passionate-about-s9av0t0buh

[somebadpoetry]

I wish I were the sky The inherent beauty of change Without the fear of becoming worse Never boring,  Never ugly, Unconcerned with the concepts of aesthetics

But

I am human. Change occurs so slowly I could be stagnant but I still fear the inevitable becoming boring becoming ugly concerned with the opinions of others

It’s who I am

[somebadpoetry]

I love you I love you But get out of my house

[somebadpoetry]

You can rip my work to pieces You can tear out your favourite lines and glue them into your own and make your own meaning from it all you can scribble on it,  suggest as many changes as you like

Just don’t take it Don’t change it And hand it back to me and act as if it’s still mine 

[somebadpoetry]

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I should have left when I had the chance .................... now I have no where to go and no one to go to and I sit here alone wishing I had gone with you

[somebadpoetry]

Just because I’m human Doesn’t mean I have humanity Maybe it did, a long time ago But you stripped it all away

But even if I had it Somewhere still in my bones Doesn’t mean you deserve it Just because you’re human 

[somebadpoetry]

I want you to rest in my bed Where I know you’ll be warm I know you’ll be safe I’ll make you tea when you wake