M.

Female, she/her, teenager. I mostly write sad or angry stuff because when I’m happy I’m not writing on my phone. I like poetry if you couldn’t tell, please help me improve I guess. Also I love grunge and punk, rock on 🤘😬👍

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Rock Boy/Scoliosis Bitch

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Walking tall machine gun man,

Or rather,

Rock boy on the street.

Scoliosis bitch,

What else can I say?

Scratch the itch,

Bruised, what a day.

Walking tall machine gun man,

Or rather,

Rock boy on the street.

(Kinda a mix between 2 half finished poems, sorry it kinda sucks but hey it’s something. PLEASE give me feedback on how to make the 2 things either A) be better separate or B) work toget...

Poetry

Public Humiliation

2 min read

I stared at the loose gravel and tar road. More specifically, I stared at the long trail of unused toilet paper that had clung to my shoe and now, well, I could hear the snickers of my friends behind me.

They weren’t acting like my friends that night. I was feeling awful, hadn’t said a word. They just laughed, made their jokes. I felt stupid, felt awful.

Then, my luck, there was an extra roll of...

YA fiction

Heavy

1 min read

Blood stains,

Coloured carpet floor,

On high window, it rains,

You can lean heavy against my door....

Poetry

The Mac ‘N’ Cheese Haiku

1 min read

Weakened,

Bladder, aching,

Mac ‘n’ cheese....

Poetry

The Grapefruit Haiku

1 min read

Grapefruit

Flavour addictive

Fruit field...

Poetry

[Dumbest Draft]

2 min read

_God is dead._

I learned that when I staggered into Owen’s car that night. He and Lousie were in the front, laughing at something as _Iron Maiden_ played loud on the speakers. Bea’s skull slammed against mine, her waves of black hair obscuring my vision. “_Harriet_!” She screamed over the music.

“What?” I screamed back, as Corbin jumped into the back of the car beside me, an open bottle sloshing...

YA fiction

Drama

The Woman And The Zahir

3 min read

A slender, wide-eyed being looked down at the Earth. Tears pricked at its eyes, like sharp, dewy needles in the soft issue of the iris.

“They are doing it wrong,” it said sullenly.

A Buddhist monk gazed over from his crisscrossed position. “They really are.”

The Earth was filled with people, all sorts of wonderful people. Yet, somehow, they ended up… attending a brainwashing elementary from the...

YA fiction

Science fiction

Macaroni Soup

1 min read

Gather ‘round,

Beneath the tree,

Sit with our little group,

Each drink our macaroni soup.

Upon coloured plastic,

Cigarettes lit,

Our bodies, elastic,

Take one more hit.

Gather ‘round,

Beneath the tree,

Sit with our little group,

Each drink our macaroni soup.

Acne’d forehead makes you morose,

Discoloured skin gives you away,

I’ll break your nose

And shove you away.

Only been a year,

And again h...

Poetry

Since Last Summer

1 min read

Since last summer,

Things have changed.

Last year was a bummer,

Now I’ve got estranged…

Last June, I was young,

Naive, innocent, selfless and clean.

Nowadays, I’m all devil’s tongue

And smokin’ green.

For my birthday last July,

I ate cake and cried, alone,

I never thought one day I’d get high,

Never thought one day I’d be known.

This birthday is different, thank god,

I got drunk and did drugs,

...

Poetry

My Peyote Eyes

1 min read

My Peyote eyes,

Jim Morrison on the TV, singing snakes and lies,

His poetry shaking in my hands,

Save the glands…

Mexico cacti crown,

Waltz hippie-style in my

Native American gown,

God’ll sway with us in the sky.

Save the glands…

My Peyote eyes,

Stuck on the spinal glands,

My Peyote eyes,

They shine,

And they shimmer,

Growing, glowing, like a coal mine,

Suddenly, they get dimmer.

My Peyote eyes....

Poetry