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Words I found underneath a YouTube comment section.

Summary:

I would like to state again, this is a poem. It also probably doesn’t make any sense, and that’s okay. Bye bye, love you (probably) queer human beings.
(P.S. things are going to get better I believe in you were going to survive this bitches and get to say “I lived” at the end of all this bullshit called life things are going to get easier.)

Notes:

Ummmmm. So. Poetry. Poems. Words. They exist here. Feel free to vent in the comments if you like :P

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Work Text:

Words underneath a YouTube comment section-

I am a person
I have a favorite
Color,
Behind every
Keyboard
There is a person
This may be the
Only time we
Meet
Love is to be
Human
May I realize
I am more
Than my physical
Attributes
I wanna live
I wanna experience
My favorite color is
Red,
Blood red
Green,
Aqua.
Periwinkle.
Pink.
Blueee.
Green,
Olive green.
May love foster
I’m a person,
Just figuring out life
I hope everyone has a blooming spring
I wish I had
My own back patio,
To hang a wind chime,
Watching
Lighting highlight the clouds,
Listen to thunder in peace
We’re all connected,
By this
Feeling
Of sonder
In this little
Comment section :)
I am a
Child,
Sitting in a treehouse
Never wanting to go inside
I have dreams.
I hope you are happy
Behind that keyboard.
I am a person
I might as well
Have been a dream,
After I’m gone
We were
Part of the same
Stardust,
At one point.
I love you.
I wish you all
The best.
A little kid,
Observing everything
Observing trauma
It feels like me
I am certain
I wasn’t made
For this society,
I just want
Us to be
Kind souls.
I feel like
A little kid,
Just got yelled at
Watching the rain on my window
The harshest winds
Always
Make the
Prettiest noises.
A soft heart,
The only
Song that calmed me
Was this song once
Again.
Whoever you are
Thanks for
Existing.
When I’m six feet under
And bugs reach the inner of my heart,
They’ll taste the amounts of love
I was willing to share,
But kept
Out of fear
Maybe when they
Reach the brain,
They’ll know more
Than I could ever
Let myself find out.
My grandmother
Used to have these
Beautiful lilac wind chimes
Everytime I visited
I’d touch the chimes let them
Swing,
And make their
Sound
My grandma has this big backyard,
With lots
Of wind chimes
In it.
I love you mammoo,
I don’t want you to go
I look towards those
Beautiful lilac wind chimes
Everytime I hear them
It’s otherworldly
Play this at my funeral
A kid seeing their family members slowly leave,
Promises
Given out
Like they have no
Value,
Broken with every new year
That passes
Long awaited morning and
Peace come,
Walk barefoot on grass
Feeling the cold dew,
The sky is
Pinkish on one side,
Blue on the other
Everything will be fine
everything is already wonderful and
Exciting,
That’s exactly what I felt.
It’s giving me hope.
Maybe I’ll make a friend today.
I hope today is good.
I am finally
Free and healing
this song is what
It feels like
To heal,
After a decade of
Suffering.
There’s no words,
But it’s calming
I think it’s gonna be okay
I think I’m gonna be okay
When I die, I want people to remember me
I’m slowly falling asleep
As the gentle
Breeze cools me
Down.
Everything it was
Spotless,
I am innocent again,
Not in the dirty way,
The way of me being a kid.
I’m going to sleep now
Last night,
The morning after
I’m slowly recovering
Where you feel sad
But happy
Life is hard,
Life is life
I’m still grieving
It was something I needed,
The music was strangely accurate for this.
Thanks.
What plays in my head
I am a kid again, I have no worries,
And don’t understand pain
I am me again,
And it has been years
I want the world to know who I am,
How kind I am and want to be
Held in the loving embrace
Of my mother,
And being
Lulled to sleep
This song
Is feeling
I don’t belong here in the present
But rather
The last of my child
Hood when it was
Full of light and hope
Or despair and sadness
I cherish
Wind chimes,
I miss my mom
Moving means I leave
I will miss you
Childhood,
Playing outside
Letting the breeze
Make wind chimes
The dull ache
I hate being alone.
I have not slept
Shooting my innocence in the head,
Their posture is a sunflower
If the sun reflected
On it at golden hour
And their arms have been more
Cried in,
Than supported
People would go on
About it’s beauty,
But it would go
Unacknowledged
Peace after so much
Chaos
I want people to remember me.
My dad’s old guitar,
Playing until randomly I found a
Rhythm I liked
I can still remember it so
Clearly
I hope I can have a fresh start
This year.
When death is a form
Of anger issues
The heart is mercy
Childhood can’t
Comprehend it
Feeling something you haven’t
Felt in a long
Time
Old recordings and photos,
This song describes the
Feeling.
Sad in the best
Way possible
The creaks
I’m always too far away from the beautiful
Swirl in spirals
Midnight
I recognize
That song
From forever
I’m okay
Someone found peace
In themselves,
When they didn’t
know it
Existed.
Holding your stuffed animal
Overthinking is killing me slowly.
At least we have each other,
Estoy cansado.
Soy humano,
Estoy cansado.
Que más hacer con mí vida más que respirar?
I was late to leave a sign of me.
For now I just listen to music.
All I have to do is listen to music.
I hope my corpse
Nourishes you,
And helps you
Bloom from My rot
In the breeze of where i
Wish to be.
Stay gentle with yourself,
Even when the world isn’t.
You won’t ever
Know
How deep your words go
I hope everyone heals from their past I hope you all get better dont give up
This song feels like acceptance.
I was born as something wild,
Life is so worth it.
This reminds me of my great grandmother.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Today
I am alive.
I’m so happy,
I really thought I wasn’t going to make it but I did.
Things are a little less cruel now and beautiful music evokes beautiful parts of our souls
And everyone here
Is so kind,
Peonies and
Jasmine.
I am beginning to ease,
I am finally
Falling asleep.

By me (and I guess everybody who wrote in this comment section)

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed :) (another P.S I write a lot of poems so if you liked it feel free to look at my author page or whatever it’s called also thank you thank you thank you for reading I really appreciate it)

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