I guess this is my first post so I should introduce myself!...

Hi! I'm Ruby (she/her)! I love books and stories, and I still believe I'm a witch---despite not getting my Hogwarts letter.

This wiki looks super cool!

Anywayyyy, I was looking through some of the poems posted here and they are seriously SO GOOD. Like, seriously you guys are talented. So, I thought that I could maybe post a few of my poems here, for maybe a bit of feedback or tips, so I can improve :)

“you”

I see you in the mirror, screaming at me when I can’t sleep

I feel you in the stadium, kissing people in the nosebleeds

I hear you on the gym floor, echoing with the basketballs

I see you in the shopping isle, the roaring lights, all the malls

I was burning on the stake—

I was a witch, you said

As you laughed with all of them—

The people I used to call friends

Did you hear, as I was burning, my scream?

Did you feel the darkness turning underneath?

All I ever wanted was to be seen

But I didn’t like what you saw in me

Sometimes I think about your poison-laced words at night

Your eyes, and your smiles, your oh-so-bright light

You were perfect, everything I wanted to be

I was just a projection of all your jealousy

I loved you, I loved you, you burnt me into ashes

The shattered rooms, you punctured me with gashes

You took scissors and you cut me to pieces

You took my heart, said that I wouldn’t need it

You burnt me, you cut me, you slaughtered me hard

You left me, bleeding in the halls, hurt and scarred

Now, as I fall to the ground, piece by piece, I scream:

You wanted me to be a witch, so now I am

I’ll burn your city to the ground, ‘cause I can

You wanted me to be your villain, so I will be

You were a fake, an illusion, but now I see

Brown eyes in the stadium lights

Lips smiling at their perfect life

My anger like a raging storm

In death, my words were born

"December Girl"

I was lost in the breath of winter

Looking in your eyes, my smile lingers

Foggy air and long black coats

Holding tight to all my hopes

The sky was black, your eyes of ice

The snow glittering in the streetlights

Our shoes on pavement, in the night

I still see us there, when I close my eyes

I see you in the way the snow falls

I see you in all the empty halls

When I’m alone, I see your ghost

I hate you sometimes, because I know

You don’t like me, December girl

We don’t live in the same world

You don’t love me, December girl

To you, I’ve always been invisible

I’ve always been invisible

I’m standing in the parking lot alone

Snow and smoke, shivering cold

I know, I know, I know, I know

December girl, it’s time to let you go

"summer storms"

Do you remember I used to always bring a book to the pool?

I never actually read them; I was too busy staring at you

I loved the way your eyes glowed in the sun, golden

The way you’d laugh as if it was something you couldn’t hold in

My flip-flops on the wood, the footprints dripping wet

I wonder if they’re still there, on that decaying deck

Do you hear my voice like a whisper in the breeze?

In the waves of endless summer, in the scorching heat

I can’t think about summer without thinking about you

You always felt like summer did, sweet and blue

I still remember the end, how the storm came, dark days

My towel over my head, looked behind me as I fled

I remember your voice through the thunder, through the screams

How your words felt like iron, crushing me beneath

I remember your eyes, glinting like knives, how they cut

I remember shivering there, in the dark, my twisted gut

I thought I was the bad guy, I thought I messed us up

I thought I was the reason that there was no more “us”

I knew you wanted me to say something, scream the words

But I’m glad that I didn’t, that when I whispered I wasn’t heard

Because, I think, sometimes, things break, they cascade and burn

We’re dreamers, seeing our reflections in the waves of the world

I think, sometimes, my light, glistens and reflects too much

It’s hard when drowning in the water to know who to trust

But, if I remember one thing about summer, it’s that it comes back around

And, if I remember one thing about life, it’s that all that’s lost will be found

In the waves crashing down

The sunset, golden now

We will be found