Whoa. I didn't think the poem was that good! New theme: Emotions

Top!! I really don't want this thread to die! D:

I'll do my best to enter this round! 

oh! I haven’t done this in so long XD I think I’ll join this one! 

things that make me happy

taking a test with milk and cookies and someone starts drinking the milk straight out of the carton and we all laugh and he says "I don't see anything funny"

an arm tatooed with drawn-on stars

saying "No Pedro" to this guy named pedro and everyone pretends to take a shot

we say no pedro a lot

the fabulous red shoes on that lady at the farmer's market

the adorable scruffy dog who suddenly lives in our building

my friends who like each other

that kind of like 

people being ridiculous

people going out of their way to be kind

small people who know a lot 

(but only if they're unpretentious)

hugs

when you look around at the world and suddenly it's different. you don't know how exactly but it is and the bricks are sharper and the flowers pop out and you feel like you could go home and write a poem and then you do. 

I'm not sure how close this comes to an emotion, but if it does, it's longing.

I Don't Want

I don't want to hold my team down
Like an anchor at the bottom of a pool

I don't want to have an asthma attack
Every time I'm at practice.

I don't want to be an accompaniment singer
Every time we're on stage

I don't want to practice so much
My voice hurts too much to sing

I don't want to be a mediocre artist
Who makes average art

I don't want to stay up late practicing
Hoping that it'll make me better.

I don't want to have a grade lower than a B
Not just for my parents' sake, but for mine.

I don't want to cut sleep for homework
Because I don't want to be late

I know what I don't want
I know what I do.

I just want to be good
At something

I don't want to surrender my mental health

For being good at things

But how can I get better
Without sacrifice? 

thoughts on emoticons 

i scroll through,

faster and faster until they blur

into pixelated yellow circles (why are they

all yellow?)

and then not, pixelated shapes i have to

slow down to see, 

so i do

plant, nailpolish, microphone

no, defenitely not-- i scroll back up and examine

the infinite yellow faces more closely

there are so many i'll never need

and so few i will,

as i struggle to figure out how

to compact my feelings

until the fit what's avalible

am i mostly happy?

if so, how big is my mouth?

am i crying, too? (why would i even be crying, if i was happy?)

would sending a goat or a nerd be funny?

(or just weird?)

or am i more sad, then, than happy?

if so, am i crying? how hard?

would the one that's crying and laughing be considered happy and sad?

should i send that one then?

would that be weird?

could i even say i'm feeling love?

what would say that?

scroll, scroll, so many options

hearts in every color, smaller ones and bigger ones,

hearts for eyes, kissy faces (the latter would defenitely be awkward)

cupid, marrige, a man and woman holding hands?

a brown man and woman holding hands?

a man and a man holding hands? a woman and a woman holding hands?

endless combinations of the above?

is it normal to spend this much time on emojis?

should i just pick one?

should i pick one at all?

and how, oh how shall i compact a thousand words into a picture? 

~

I don't love it, but to be honest I'm just glad this thread is back up and running. When is the judging, Blue Moon? 

WAIT FOR ME!!!! This month is very busy, but I'm almost done and I'll post it today or tomorrow.

Can I join, I havn'r been on this cite for a while, but I finally have the time again. 

~

Seven billion

Seven billion people in the world

Seven billion chances to be loved

Yet, I never have

I was born in darkness

In darkness I lived

-I strived

I was taught to fear darkness

-To submit to it

Let it engulf me

But they never told me what was in the light

-A tiny speck in the distance

Impossible to reach

I lived in fear

-In hopelessness

In isolation from the world

Alone

Until I met you

You showed me the light

That I never knew existed

That I thought I could never reach

You gave me a reason to live

-A reason to survive

To chase away the darkness

-Abandon it

Fear it no longer

And discover what was in the light

-To cherish it

To live in the moment

You were everything to me

You were my light

You chased away my darkness

You taught me to laugh

-To love

To seek the light

Forgetting about the darkness

leaving my past behind

I saw nothing but you

And you lit up the world

Then one day, that light went out

You were gone

You left me

-Alone

and moved on

Leaving me to the mercy of the darkness

That I thought I had forgotten

But now

I fear it again

And no longer remember what it’s like

In the light

Darkness devours me

It consumes my thoughts

-My soul

And I let it

That tiny speck of light

Off in the distance

Is gone

Everything is dark

Seven billion people in the world

More Than Just a Tear

I shut my eyelids tight, and behind them form 

Crashing oceans of sad, guilt, anger

They force themselves out like a flood bursting through a dam

And voices (that are doomed to never be heard)

Cry out for help, raised their fists in scowl.

The sad, cloaked in misery,

Mournfulness seeping into all

The corners of its being, it  

Makes itself depressed, a crumbling wall, 

Never to be repaired.

The guilt, its eyes shut tight 

Their own cage closing in

On themselves, the key clutched

In the palm of its hand, never to be used-

It is forever misled, a soul beyond consoling.

The anger, drawing its ragged breath

In sharp bursts, eyebrows knit

White knuckled, tight fists banging on 

The walls it cannot escape from,

Its furious scream shooting knives through your blood.

They tumble down my cheeks,

Fighting, shouting, shrouded in darkness,

Becoming a whirlwind of terror as they

Gain speed. As they fall, they see the

Ground below them, and long to 

Crash on to it, be free of the pain they live with.

And as they collide with the floor, where

So many people with their own stories

Have stood upon, their shouts die, and they become

History to be long forgotten, and you can see

They were more than 

Just a tear.