The Master Page of Poetry on WiTMS

Looking for an old poem posted on here? Here's all of them, from oldest to youngest:

From "And... I'm Bored. Here ya go, Nav", posted on February 19th, 2013:

Troll Face may be a weirdo

and roar at me in the halls

but surly he's a good friend

or he wouldn't care for me all.

And let it be said

that it may seem like we fight

but let it be known

that it's quite all right.

"Hello" was said

and "hello" was said back

and the realization of mutual bronydom

helped us get on track.

From "I haven't been here in a while, so I'll fill you in a bit on what's happening and tell you a little story", posted on April 10th, 2013:

TARDIS Blue Locker:

There is one thing

I've come to see.

The lockers we have 

are TARDIS blue

but aren't bigger on the inside.

Science Fiction:

Sci-fi takes you places no one's ever been.

You can fly in a blue box or in a starship.

There are lightsabers and phasers

sonic srewdrivers and more.

And with my anti-matter ray

I'll live to see another day.

I'll tighten my scarf

and go my own way.

From "Here Goes Nothing", Posted on June 4th, 2013:

"Jagged"

When you first met me,

I wasn't so well.

I was broken.

I was scarred.

But you looked past that

and saw me

for me,

not me

for my scars.

And so we started talking,

you and I.

We were finding things in common,

REAL things in common,

and some false things in common,

but the best

or maybe the worst

was yet to come.

We met in band

and do you remember

our first concert?

Your dumb ass

broke one the screws

on your ligature

and my dumb ass

called a mid-life crisis.

Ah, well.

We were friends

and then you jumped the gun

and asked me out.

Hell yeah, I said yes.

I was listening to Mayday Parade at the time.

You still don't know I like Mayday Parade.

Maybe I'll tell you, one day.

And here's the part where we're dating

and yeah, I was happy.

It was fantastic, really.

Our song,

Drive By,

I hadn't heard it

and I wouldn't hear it

for a very long while.

A few weeks later

my dumb ass dumped you.

I'm not sure why,

but it was stupid.

It was very

very

stupid.

That summer,

I lost it.

I took a knife

and I sliced my arms

and hacked at my neck

to no avail, obviously.

Next school year,

we're back together.

I was happy again

for the first time

in months.

And then

you told your mother.

And your mother

made you break up with me

for reasons I'm not sure of.

Really.

Why?

And then we were back together again

like complete idiots,

which we are,

and decided to keep a secret

from your family.

But, hey, why tell your douche bag friends that?

So again, your mother

 made you break up with me.

Then we were back together again.

I was beginning to become dependent

on those times we were together.

Then your mother found out

and you know the rest.

So, then, we were together again.

Complete secrecy,

but we were together

from December

to February,

and then your mother found out.

And then

you got yourself expelled

and you moved to Tip City

and for the longest time

we didn't talk.

Then we did talk

for a minute

because you told me to contact you again.

But I did contact you again

because our friend

said you said hello.

Well, you didn't say hello

but we got to talking

in a non-threatening way

but first

I had to threaten your life

so you wouldn't yell again.

Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to handle that

for a second time.

And now you're back in my life

and that has made me happy.

I feel alive again,

because we're talking again.

That's it.

We're just talking.

If you had just talked to me,

we wouldn't be in the kind of

patch-the-holes

situation we're in.

But who said we ever made good decisions?

From "Well."  Posted on August 11, 2013:

Well.

I suppose you might not like me

When I'm being a bitch

And hitting you

And calling you a dick

But

You were stupid

So shut the fuck up.

Well.

I guess

I can be mean

But only when

You make fun of me

Or talk down to me

Or just act like a blundering idiot

But

You were stupid

So shut the fuck up.

Well.

I might be

Kind of rude 

When you do something wrong

But only when

It's really dumb

But

You were stupid

So shut the fuck up.

Well.

This may be rude

And hurtful

And make you think

That I'm a bad person

But

You are stupid
SO SHUT YOUR FILTHY MUGGLE MOUTH.

From "The Fine Arts Box" posted April 6th, 2014:

I'll Hold Your Beating Chambers Until They Beat No More

I'll hear the clock ticking 

until it ticks no more.

I will hear you breathe 

until you draw your final breath.

I'll endure all the pain in the world

until it doesn't hurt anymore.

I'll sit here and live my life

until I don't want to live anymore.

I'll hear every word you have to say

until I can't hear anymore.

I'll count every star in the sky

until they shine no more.

I'll take the full-front of all your pain
until there's no more to take.
I'll find you every flower in the world
until there is not one I have not found.
I'll share with you my every emotion
until my emotions are spent.
I'll breathe in only your scent
until the scent has long faded.
I'll protect from all harm
until the day I die,
and I'll hold your beating chambers
until they beat no more.