OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Gloomy skies, spiral of lies

the clouds are covering my eyes

what is the truth and what do I hide

I feel like everywhere I turn there is nothing to find

(a bit random but explains how I feel at the moment)

Trampled little flower

Where has all your beauty gone?

Stolen by your imperfections

Caused by those who stood on you

Trampled little flower

Yank out all your broken petals

Showcase all the pretty ones

That one's dirty, that one's torn...

Left with more and more of nothing

Trampled little flower

Now everything is gone

The true meaning of uncertainty

The truth is, I never knew what it meant to be good
for as long as I can remember, darkness has been my only companion
If you were to ask me what exactly had changed
I would stare blankly into the vast emptiness of your eyes
and drift off slowly, wondering how to answer such a loaded question

Perhaps I could say I surpassed and evolved into a better being
one that is not tired of constantly fighting for internal control
Or perhaps I should tell you that time has healed my wounds
both the ones you know of and the ones I desperately try to hide
Would you believe the words I speak whilst averting my eyes?

Maybe I should just stay quiet and not say anything at all
the weight of the everlasting silence will tell you all you need to know
Leaving me to seek salvation in the present, where only purity survives
and as it has before, it will once again feed my weary soul
So that this may be the most wonderful of all my past and future lives

Trigger Warning: Gun Violence

The man with the cold eyes. He pulled a gun to her head. Everyone thought she was to be dead. But I knew today wasn't going to be the day I was going to witness someone die in front of my eyes. So I stood in front of her and said,

Please, sir, dont shoot her. Kill me instead. Put that bullet in my head. Please mister, dont kill her. Because if she were to die I know people would be to miss her. So kill me in her place. For I am just a seed, and if I died no one would miss me.

I stared back into his cold eyes

for the last time.

He pulled the trigger and shot

three times.

For now the lead was stuffed in my brain. I felt like there was no longer any control to obtain. I let myself drop to the floor. The window to life was now a closed door.

I felt it burn in my head. like I was being dipped in the sun. Everything turned black, but I wasnt grieving none. I smiled, I realized the process of death has begun.

For my last sights I could see the girl run free, alive.

I felt better dying knowing the reason why she still had life

is because I gave mine.

I'm just falling always falling

Somewhere in the darkness

I here your cryptic calls

Pushed forward buy the wind

Im going to fall again

My secrets have a hold on me

I keep them buried deep

My pain is just a weight

One that sinks beneath

I release my hefty burdens

The ones to cause my despair

For if the light is small

It may flicker or fall

Remember while decending

No fall is endless

Of paths untravelled. . .

Of paths untraveled

Of roads uncovered

The pale looming shadows of sky and clouds

And nothingness that

This does not have a title, because we can't seem to find one that fits. Any suggestions?

Love you.

We didn't know it yet, but that would be the last. The last words of Tyler. And co never spoke. But co taught us. Words are not alone. We believed that.

"Words are not alone. You are not alone. I love you. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. I will stand by you. I promise. Never forget that you are loved. By me. You are my universe." All of those words. Beautiful, dried rose petals of confidence and reassurance. Co told us. Everyday. They are All for us. Because?

"I love you. Both of you, Indigo And Aero. Not just Indigo. I know your are both there. I can feel it." and "You are my siblings. I am your brother. I have too. It's my job, to protect you. And show you how beautiful and dangerous life is. How to prepare you. For life."

But then there would be the whisper, the whisper of Tyler's real voice. The real Tyler, the boy who loves vegan spaghetti, chocolate milk with whipped cream, and the colour Magenta. It is not a girl colour, co knew. Co listened. To us, anything. We told him this little petal, as a yoke. Co remembers. Still. . This makes me smile. Makes US smile. Still, We Wonder.

And the real Tyler would say,

Hello.

"​​​​​My name is Tyler. I am 13 years old. I love vegan spaghetti, chocolate milk with whipped cream, and the colour Magenta. It is not a girl colour, before you say. Colours have no gender.

And I have 1 sister, 2 twin brothers, and Indigo and Aero. They are my family, and I want to show them how much they mean to me.

They are my true family, because they hear me. They listen.

And you can hear me too, so thank you.

Now, here me when I say this..

I am not retarded. I can understand what you are saying about me, every word. Please, Tell me since I apparently can't understand, but why do you think it is acceptable to spread rumours about me and my family?

Is it just because me and Indigo are in a wheelchair? Because we are both disabled? Because I have cerebral palsy, and uncontrollable drool sometimes? Is it because of Aero and Matthew's epilepsy? Is it because you think Sam and Arizona are 'goth' and 'emo' and 'depressed', all because of what clothes they wear?

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Well, guess what: None of us get dressed in the morning with your opinion in our mind. There is a reason why the clothes are OUR clothes, after all. Sorry, but we can't live our whole lives just to please you. And you shouldn't, either. Allow yourself to break people out of your life.

Thank you for listening. My name is Tyler, And I hope you have a wonderful day.

Stay Positive, Dream Big. You can get there.

And even after all that,

And Tyler would still have things to say.

Will you be there to listen?

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Just followed Emily Dickinson's steps.

I felt a Funeral in my Brain,

And from the Grave - I rose, -

Kept beating, beating, 'till it seemed

That Coffin lid's so close.

And through the earth I felt the light

Which didn't fill the air

Of those who stayed, all dark and sane,

Beyond the Edge to pray.

And as a Raven, flew my mind

Upon the Coffin's place -

And nothing left to mourn behind,

And nothing left to chase.

Fire

I was told that I was a fire.
I always thought it was just another way
for saying
that I was feisty.

But I realized something.

I am a fire.
People who want to survive in the dark,
cold world
come to me for warmth
they throw tinder to keep me going.
But little did I know
it was never for my benefit, it was only for
them.

What hurt the most was one survivor.
one survivor who needed to live
made me, the fire, feel more
my flames were the only thing keeping him from leaving
so I burned brighter and bigger
i burnt his pain away
i burnt the poisons in his brain
i burnt her name into his wrist
then he gave me less tinder
and i continued to burn bright for him
until i burnt out
and he was gone.
the only thing i remember is seeing him
kick my ashes away
like i was nothing.
i am no longer a fire.
i don't burn anymore
the emotions melted away with my heart
the feelings escaped in a smoke
i only wanted to be needed
i didn't need to want
someday i will burn again
maybe in a lonely forest
where i can spread my wrath on nature
where i can show the world
that if you mess with fire,
you will get burnt.

I haven't seen him since that day,
the breaking news alerts,
the missing boy
his name written in capital, red letters
warning us all to look for him
i remember his picture on the television
how amazingly innocent he looked
how beautiful
but he'll only kick away your ashes.
i burnt his name onto my wrist the next day
knowing he won't have to do this to
anyone else.

In the basement by the furnace in bed
Looking into the growling dark
Ungrateful to the friends I won't greet
when I reach, the cliff turns soft with sand
and I feel my feet slipping on etiquettes
falling into an undefined ubsurdity no one can really tell me about
The box I filled with my paranoia broke on the way out and they swarm me in the street even to the beer store 30 seconds away
I don't want to be seen again
I don't care about people
I'm not selfish enough to
I grind my teeth hoping that one might just pop out of my mouth whilst in my calm
drinking with aqua teen hunger force like I'm their neighbor
I am their neighbor
I'm closer to them than the people next to me waving
I don't dare show bravery and share this desperation
as if our stories aren't the same
If the only important things here are because of people
I might have given up being relevant
Marvelling at what I won't do for myself