Autumn’s Comments (group member since Feb 21, 2025)

Autumn’s comments from the poetryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy group.

Words are like bullets and I play Russian Roulette.

I use my mouth some may call it a gun, and press it to my temple only after having loaded it with my words of the day.

Useless

Helpless

A burden

Three today lets fill half Cylinder.

I than play, click, click, click.

Oh woops none today Ill try again tomorrow see if its different on that day.

My body starts to shake hearing the bullet get closer, closer.

but ive always had luck when it came to games

@Jupiter (previously charis) (God’s Version ✝️) i love it thats so cool!!!

I dont always feel real, sometimes I feel like air.
Unseen and unheard until i act out.

Some times i feel like the sea, something large people want to only see intill dubbed "dangerous or different"

I feel as if im breathing someon elses air something that dosent belong to me.
I feel as if Im not in a body but a ghost floating along.

Just to be critiqued whitch is fine, i just wish it where different.

I remind myself that Im alive that i must eat and drink and sleep and that im somethinv that was born.

But im a leech or at lest thats what im told, im no good. I right no wrongs.

I am a small annoying sound, a loud breath the sound of someone chewing, light in your eyes.

Im told this often so its nothing new but why must i live as something only seen in that way?

Exsept some days, some days Im " awesome or cool and pretty" just not todat or this week, or month, years? It dosent matter.

I just wish i where something other than a leech

😐

Winter is on my tongue, along with the bitter taste of you.

the seasons come and go but winter always seems to arrive to early and leave to late.

I sit by the window watching the snow caste a clean sheet over what we thought we knew.

making us search harder for what we thought we knew to be,
but we can no longer see.

so we will wait till the snow melts away; along with my memory's of you.

we had spent a life together something most people won't ever do, but why do I long for a year without winter; a year without you.

I stand slowly my legs along with my body unable to face you again.

but I pull myself up and put on my coat the one you gave me on the night you ment the most.

I open the door and let you ride the cold air in and take my first steps out the door to great you again my dear old friend.

I leave the door open behind me

for what if you get cold? But countune to leave a path in the snow

righting some wrongs maybe some right I track to the river in the dead of the night.

I haul up my skirts and lean on my cane once I've reached the waters edge I lean low and close hoping to see you again

I am alive as much as you are.

Right?

I have blood pumping through my vines I have a brain that thinks.

I have a body that feels like you
But I don't smile like you.

I pull the corners of my mouth with strings.

I don't love like you I love with everything in me.

I fall in love like someone would fall down the stares hard and unexpected feet overhead before someone can catch me and land in a heap in love.

I don't breathe like you do I breathe in qick patterns unlike your deep breaths that fill your body from head to toe my breathing stays in my lungs would you consider me alive?

I am alive as much as you are.

Right?

I have blood pumping through my vines I have a brain that thinks.

I have a body that feels like you
But I don't smile like you.

I pull the corners of my mouth with strings.

I don't love like you I love with everything in me.

I fall in love like someone would fall down the stares hard and unexpected feet overhead before someone can catch me and land in a heap in love.

I don't breathe like you do I breathe in qick patterns unlike your deep breaths that fill your body from head to toe my breathing stays in my lungs would you consider me alive?

I wanna feel like the stars.

I wanna be able to shine and not feel embarrassed or the need to dem myself.

I wanna be with people like the stars.

I wanna shine along side others who aren't afraid to be strong, and bright, and themselves without fear.

I don't wanna think about all the people watching me, even if I am shining what if I make them feel bad?

I wanna be like the stars I want to be named after something incredible, and live up to my name by simply being and living how I'm supposed too.

But alas, I am not like the stars I'm more simpler to a grain of sand.

I am unimportant unrecognizable and people don't look at me.

But I do get to live without expectations for what is so special about a grain of sand?

I only bother, getting between people's toes and being hard to dispose of.



I really don't know lol just something random

My body's on fire it's been smoldering for quite some time.

You try, over and over again to put it out.

But why? I ask

Over and over again you shrug.

I love you

You say it, over, and over again. though I see in your eyes, that you're getting tired.

And I understand. I don't think I've ever not been tired, I didn't want to put it on someone else, but you begged and begged, saying you would be different from everyone else and that you would never leave.

I knew you would regret it.

But I said ok. I said I love you.

And you smiled and wrapped your arms around me keeping the flames from raging if only for a little while.

And for some time, the fires were quenched, smoke coming off ms in waves.

But night after night fight after fight,

My body would catch ablaze, and my tears would run dry and I could no longer wrap my arms around you.

So I sit in the flames and let them consume me as you sleep, I exhale and let the flame countune to blaze and burn.

Oooo I love that

Ooooo I really like the ending

My feelings are like balloons or maybe the air inside them.

I keep them on a tight leash but sometimes they break free.

I try to keep them small but some grow bigger than all.

They pop and I never know what's inside.

Sometimes there's a nice surprise with glitter and candy inside.

Sometimes it reminds me of rain that falls from the sky.

Some people smile at my balloons "wow" they say "you do well to keep them from floating away"

Others don't like my balloons trying to shoot them down.

I don't blame them.

Some aren't pretty in color or shape.

Some make the air on my arms stand and shake.

Others just seem to flaot so weather my balloons are heavy or losing shape or seem all so great.

I'll keep them close like a weight.

My feelings are like balloons important to me maybe not to you but try not to hug too tight and make me lose control.

I don't want to put on a show.

Ooo that's so sad but it's written in such a relatable way where it feels like I can understand and feel it too wonderful job

You pour the tea in front of me

It reminds me of your eyes as the milk inside becomes one with the hot drink I look up at you

Smiling as always and as always it dosent quite reach you eyes

I smile back my thanks for the drink you've brought me,and think of you picking out the flowers and stepping them all for me

Egnoreing the bag of boxed teas from the store laying on the counter

You watch me, eyes wide waiting for my words of gratitude and impress so I take a sip

You've poisoned me again the bitter taste familiar on my tongue like how I imagine yours feels after cursing crule words at me

I finsh the drink letting the tea and your words sink there way into my bones. becoming part of me my smile starts to falter but a shook wave you let rak my face makes it rise again


I thank you for the drink and the hard work it took to prepare it and start to clean up the mess left behind

So no I don't drink coffe I take my tea watered down and bitter with a serving of milk

@lond thanks 🫶🫶🫶

Ooo I love that. as the world caves was playing while I read it and it was like perfection

Thanks 🫶 lol

I can handle it. I say smiling

But where's the smile? The darkness of my room asks

My silent tears are the only answer

I can take care of it. I say smiling

Can you? My shoulders and knees ask as they bleed

My panting is the only answer

Can you handle it? I ask my hands already outstretched to hug you as you fall apart my ears open listening to what's broken you like this

No you say and cry some more me and your friends comfort you.

Can you take care of it ? I ask so tired but as soon as the words have left my lips I wish to pull them back. Nevermind I'll get it. I say with fresh bandages on my knees

I don't mind comforting you or helping, but why must it hurt so to ask for the same in return? I know you would give it to me happily

I don't look at you any different after you've cried. but why am I scared you might ?

I don't mind helping you if a burden is to heavy to hold but why do I wonder if you already think me weak ?

Help me are words that will never cross my lips except when my knees and shoulders both broken with tears streaming down my face in the silence of my dark room than it is pleaded where no one will hear.

Oh my gosh that's so amazing and I love how it flows 💜 💗 💖

I've always liked art

The way you hold the pen or brush watching the colors bleed onto the page

But that was before everything

I've always liked to eat I loved ice cream cookies and chips

But that was before everything

I usted to love birthday parts the kids having fun and knowing I've had my friends for another year

But that was before everything

I've always liked to run, the wind in my hair the sting in my lungs

But that was before everything

I usted to love myself, the different colors in hair the way my smiles stretches my face

But that was before everything

I usted to belive all people were good, if they wanted to be

But that was before everything