OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

So I was writing stuff just because.. And I didn't know what to do with those writing so I figured that I could post them here...

1.

I don't feel your kisses like I used to.

Your lips poses on mine but my heart prevails untouched.

My body longs for your embrace,

My chest aches for your absence.

My eyes,

Your eyes,

They don't meet anymore. Do they still shine like they used to? Do they still host the most beautiful of the sunsets? Can I still find shelter in your eyes?

I don't know.

I don't know.

No.

2.

You can see through me,

But I barely know you.

My words can't reach you,

but your voice resound on my mind.

3.

Why do I still wait awake? Do I still hope that you will come back? I don't know if this is faith or just despair. My thoughts consume me, I drown myself in words.

I read,

read,

read,

and read your texts.

You said you love me.

But was that really love?

Can I call it love,

even though it made me miserable?

Is this tragic or just insanely stupid of me?

Can I still call you my love?

Can I still seek shelter in you?

Can I?

Can I?

4.

Bruises don't replace kisses.

And loneliness won't fade with your presence.

Your fist don't taste like your pink lips.

Your pink lips don't taste like you either.

You don't taste like love,

And love is not sweet anymore.

Of Life and Darkness

Why should I move on?
Why shouldn't I? Dwelling
On tragedy forever,
Crying, not telling,
An endless endeavour
Is life, cruel
As it is. A tether
Of dark nothing, nether.
Cold, unshined by the Sun.

A river of tears.
Water from my heart,
Unquenchable fears,
A cry noone hears.
Envied apart
Is life, clueless
As it is. Moonless
Nights, sunless days
As the darkness betrays
The eternal gears
Of love and regard.

A black soulless shrine,
Praising the dark,
Breaking bone and spine,
Piercing flesh and bark.
Endlessly deceitful
Is life, evil
As it is. Feeble,
Not broken by lies,
But on the verge,
Bearing the mark,
Waiting to emerge.

A game of chances? Or a
Game of constants,
Calculated precisely?
Forever dormant
Is life, majestic
As it is. Nicely
And slowly does the
Dawn approach, brightly
Enlightening the bank.

Scarlet endless skies.
Where all hope ends,
Where all hope dies.
Forever repents,
But never forgiven
Is life, dissent
As it is. Driven
By hatred, a disguise
Does the night come, flying
Onto the skies, never dying.
Where love's amiss, anger thrives.

I wonder

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains descriptions of self harm, and the like. This may be triggering to some. Read with care.

This was a poem written by a friend when she was in her darkest times.

(YET TO BE NAMED)

by: t.n.

I lay there in bed

My heart filled with dread

My life was in shred

Still-

I clung unto life by a thread

With the hopes that I was fed

By the words that I just read

But deep inside

In my innermost thoughts

From deep in my heart

I wanted

to be dead

I was wrongly misled

Of what would lie ahead

They said,

"I'm always here for you!"

"Life's too short to be blue!"

"You have so much to live for!"

"Life has great things in store!"

And for a time I believed them

And gave them nothing to worry for

But they knew nothing

Of what was becoming

A living hell

Of where I dwelled

Me once so careful

But now a rebel

Everyday a cycle of torture

All because of my stupid disorder

The things that now befell

But still I believed them

That all would be well

Until-

I could believe no more

I was rotten to the core

There was no more hope

I just couldn't cope

So now

I lie here in bed

Now soaked in red

The red spreads

And spreads

And bled and bled

All from my head

They begged and pled

And when they read this

They'll know

it was too late

And now

I'm dead

Its my real birthday
5 people new
4 are obligated to
pull my teeth out

I dont want to go back there,

Ive had enough despair.

Stop bringing back the pain,

I want to think good of you,

But you havent changed.

You come when Im free,

Then tie me up in chains

You come to me when Im having fun

Then force me into shame

You tie me against myself with twines,

Then force me to say to others that Im fine.

You tell me Im ugly, too fat, not worth it, not able capable of life

You tell me when Im happy, all I feel are lies

You edge me closer to the knifes

And tell me that Ill be better in other lifes

I want to get better, I strive

But you make me not want to live another night

You filled what I had left full of fright

Youve made the end of the tunnel, have no light.

Trigger Warning: self harm

Removed

(This is a poem I wrote when I was very depressed.)

Scared and shivering
Impossibly alone
Dejected I stand
Rejected by the world
Branded a burden, I trudge

With no sense of purpose

Smiles like painted masks
Plaster my face
I am nothing but a waste of space;
An unwanted existence

Each night I try to sleep
I face my demons
Who try to devour me and my sanity
Tearing me apart with
The words I cannot say...

Laying awake in bed all night,
Afraid to drown in the
Sea of cold voices
Blaming me for being the way I am

A glimpse in the past,
Tightens my chest..
Laboured breathing,
And infinite heartache
Is what follows.

The scars I have
Are not from honourable battles
Won at the border...
They are carved
Some on my wrists
Others on my heart
By a lost girl;
A shadow of her lost battles
A raging war of survival;
Because sometimes I am ready to die,
But I still want to live more...

I stand at the wake of devastation
Seeing my attempts to escape
The cold cage of emptiness
Fall to nothing
Bit by bit
Redefining my worthlessness

I am trapped in my own mistakes
A price I have to pay
I still try to play along the charade
Of laughter and mindless talk

But sometimes when I am alone
And a single memory comes drifting by,
A reflection of my past
A picture of a broken soul,
Reminding me of the horrors,
The pain that comes in waves
Even when no wounds show

As I register the depth
Of the pit I have fallen into,
I try to find myself
In that midnight darkness
Waiting for the unknown,
I discern that
The walls closing in on me,
Cold and heartless,
Show no mercy...
So, I am left alone to live,
The nightmare that I have created,

The nightmare of a fragile girl,
Whose emotions are all over the place,
Stuttering and mumbling,
Making her way through the lonely walls
Of a never ending dark tunnel
Each stone resonating with her sad existence
Where the silence splits her open…
Making her way through a world
From where she was removed...

Some days, I will see a butterfly flutter by

and it will be the most beautiful thing;

an art form in itself;

a beautiful lack of judgement and hatred,

so vivid that it cannot even begin to imagine

what dull, listless emotions humans do have.

Some days I am that butterfly.

Some days, I cough down the sweet nectar that

I spend my days collecting

and flitter from flower to flower, delighted,

in my quest to finish all that is meant for me in life.

These times, like butterflies, are short-lived.

Most days are the furious twiddling of fingers,

crushing and prying,

rocking back and forth in my seat,

trying not to cry in a sea of unawares,

because nobody can even begin to fathom the thoughts

in the last flutter of a butterfly's wings.

Trigger Warning

This is my original poem-

You said you loved us, yet when I would get a math problem wrong or mom would drop a dish you explode in a rampage full of violence.

You said you loved us, yet when I would cry or get sick you'd laugh and tell me to grow up even though I was 5

You said you loved us, but one night I heard mom crying and screaming.. begging you to stop.

You said you loved us, but when I would get home from school mom would be covered in fresh bruises.

You said you loved us, yet late at night you would creep in my room and hurt me but I would always pretend I was asleep.

You said you loved us, yet we would be covered in bruises and cuts and welts..

You said you loved us.....

But Daddy...

How is that love?

How is that love...