Onyx 🦴

pagan and lgbtq writer. i usually write short stories but i enjoy poetry as well! pls feel free to leave feedback!

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Onyx 🦴

pagan and lgbtq writer. i usually write short stories but i enjoy poetry as well! pls feel free to leave feedback!

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United States (trigger warning)

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

The tears rolling down their faces as they are forced into the trucks.

The government doesn’t give two fucks.

The clouds pouring over the city, cars being swept away and people being drowned.

The government turned around.

You said you would help the country, Trump.

“Make America Great Again”? Nothing you do is great you fucking donut.

Everything you said was a lie.

You will be the reason I d...

Poetry

Horror

It’s Over? TRIGGER WARNING!!!

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

Is it over?

“Is what over?”

The innocent people being k!lled?

Displaced? Taken from their homes?

Bombed, raided, arrested?

The families that are being separated?

These people being forced away are being sent into dismay.

What has happened to this world?

Once so beautiful and green,

turned ugly and mean.

The government is to blame.

The people are to blame.

The people of fame ignore these issu...

Poetry

Horror

Now or never

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

(ima try to turn this into a song so you might see a few of these)

If only I told you the truth,

would you lie or die too?

If only I was like you,

confident and fine too.

Maybe I wouldn’t have lied.

Oh, the times that I cried,

cried because you were not all mine,

were wasted because I had a phase on someone who I was wrong about, again.

I can’t even find peace.

Theres no peace in the dark.

T...

Poetry

Romance

I’m already regretting

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

I can’t say it now.

I can’t say it ever.

This is humiliating!

I want it to be, but this isn’t love in the making.

Fantasizing will get my nowhere.

My confidence is the size of a hair.

What if you don’t actually care?

What if you think I’m joking?

What if you’re joking?

It’s constant mixed signals.

I can’t determine anything anymore.

I want it to be love.

I want you.

I want to tell you.

Bu...

Poetry

Romance

My heart belongs to you

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

“If your hand could reach the inside of my heart, what would you do with it?”

I’d ask that question if it even mattered.

Youve already stolen my heart, it belongs to you.

Please don’t be like them, use it for good.

Everyone I love will leave, it’s nothing new.

Ive never wanted anyone as much as I have wanted you.

I’m falling apart, but it’s in your favor.

I just want to taste your flavor.

...

Poetry

Romance

Regrets

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

I knew i’d regret it if i didn’t say it right now,

but how do I say I love you to a person that may not love me back?

Even if he doesn’t feel the same, even if he does,

how do I say my feelings.

My feelings for someone who is to good for me,

everything I could ever want or need plus more.

I know I will regret it if I don’t say it now,

I know no matter what we will miss eachother,

if the day eve...

Poetry

Romance

HIM (TRIGGER WARNING!)

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

(this is about me, present day me)

It’s always about him,

every thought, and every breath.

These feelings are putting me to the test.

I’m no longer sheltered in the nest.

Very smell is you,

every thought is about you.

I cannot do anything without you on my mind,

“it’ll go away with time,” when?

I can’t escape you, so I’ll pick up my pen.

It’s a constant cycle, Richard.

Just tell me if you l...

Poetry

Romance

Till death do us part.

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

Even the dead tell stories,

the afterlife and life on earth is not much different.

Even the dead tell stories,

from the autopsy telling the story of how the dead died, to the story of the sorry life they lived.

Even the dead tell stories,

the story of their small family, the story of who they were.

Even the dead tell stories,

but are any stories even worth the time?

Even the living tell stori...

Poetry

Golden Night

Onyx 🦴

1 min read

Walking in the forest is how I spend my time.

It doesn’t even cost a dime.

I saw a rose that reminded me of you.

Suddenly, everything I knew disappeared.

All I saw, thought, felt, even smelt was you.

The feeling of looking into your eyes.

Your hand on my thighs.

It all meant nothing, you see.

Love doesn’t mean a thing.

Love doesn’t exist anymore.

It has all been twisted.

Real love is all I needed...

Poetry

Romance

Crash out

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1 min read

And rage is building up inside me once again,

coming out in the most horrific ways.

I take the blade and slash my leg,

I throw metal across the room while silently losing my mind.

I can’t let it out, nobody can know.

So silently, i’ll ruin all the work ive done,

Ive come so far, only to ruin the work.

No going back, the damage has been done.

Constantly staring at me is the urge to end it all...

Poetry

Drama