OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but,
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire, I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?

I have stood my ground
When the foundation crumbled beneathe my feet
I didn't let the earthquake knock me down.
I stood tall as the walls collapsed around me.
My strength astounds me.
I am magestically alive
Reborn from the ashes of my past,
Rebuilding from the ruins,
I will protect my city,
I am the queen of my destiny

This Distance

there are ten thousands roads:
I could use to run
i am not lost
i am not found
I simply just do not belong
this road i am on
it leads to you
oh, how long this journey has become
what if I can't?
what if I can?
there is a will
so there is a way
I will get there some day
but if i be wrong...
just know
I wanted to be there with you
and each night I pray
not to lose sight
I have been wrong...
I have been right...
I've been both of these things
in the same night.
Nothing's gonna stop me
as long as you're with me
I'll be just fine

-L.D -she speaks in poetry

Weary and wounded

All dust

In smoke-dim

Twilight

Choking for want of

Something

Cut off

The stump

Beats

Ghost feelings

Something there

But gone

Dried blood

The sky no

Longer boiling

But dawn is distant

Can the night be met

Can the dark be beaten

Back

Can the scar-dry soul

Stretch to morning?

Dawn is distant

The stump

Sore to bone

Weary

But sore is life

Pain says

A life remains

So pain is hope?

The battle does not

End ever

But rises

And falls

Dawn is distant

But it comes

It comes for me

Always

I won't wait

Merely still

But crawl

Toward the dawn

Intro: So this a poem I wrote a while back (most of what I post here will be) and it pretty much explains itself so I hope you all enjoy!

That Which You Hold In Your Hand

by: thelonesomerider

You have to understand
That what you hold is fragile
It bends to your every whim
But it is all so easy to break
What you hold is filled with darkness
Black liquid like tar
It's hard to flush out fluid that thick
Not to discredit your trying
Sometimes cracks appear
In the fragile something's surface
And you fix them up
With duct tape and hugs
It's hard to siphon out liquid that thick
Without shattering the fragile thing
You hold so close and dear
But bit by bit, you're trying
I can attest to that
I am a human representation
Of your hard and ceaseless labour
I am the fragile, tar-filled something
And you have always fixed me up
And one day, I will be whole
And maybe I can fix
Your broken parts, too

Intro: Woohoo another poem, this time a new one! It may seem odd, but it's about the hallucinations I see, which come in the form of three people to me: a little girl (Olivia), a teenager (Tess), and an adult (he doesn't talk so I don't know his name; I call him Dean).

Shadow of a Mind

by: thelonesomerider

On bare feet I run

Through the shadow of a mind,

The shadow of a doubt.

The sun set a while back

Weeks, months, years

And we haven't seen it since.

I see you, do you see me?

No-one else sees you, hears you,

Shadows of my mind, shadows of doubt.

I say nothing, I'd be thought crazy

Just for friends that don't come around proper.

Olivia, my little friend

Run, run child,

Race me by.

Tess, a peer,

Not the nicest,

Comforting still

Dean, silent

Maybe that's not your name;

You don't say otherwise, just watch me and walk away.

My shadows of mind have left the shadows;

I see you in daylight,

Hear you over all other noise.

You hide no more, yet

I am still the only one who knows

Of you no-longer-shadows of my mind.

Caged

A bird in a cage

Wings clipped so I can

I'm glad I'm not deaf, so I can hear you tell me it's going to be okay.

I'm glad I'm not blind, so I can see your beautiful brown eyes staring into mine.

I'm glad I'm not mute, so I can tell you how much I care about you.

I wish I was deaf, so I wouldn't have to hear you laugh with her.

I wish I was blind, so I wouldn't have to see you dance with her.

I wish I was mute, so I could finally shut up and quit being such a baby about this.

I wish I could cut all ties.

-T.J. Kaylor

This is a very old poem that I wrote about a year ago, so it's very amateur. I enjoy the concept nonetheless.

Ocean

I say "you're beautiful"

your response,

"have you met me?"

of course

I have.

would I call a stranger

beautiful?

possibly

if it were true.

but when I call you beautiful

it means surface

and beneath.

you don't say

"the ocean's surface is beautiful today"

you just say

"the ocean is beautiful today"

because

sometimes

you don't just look at the surface

you look beyond

and you ponder about all of the beauty

underneath

some known

some unknown

all absolutely perfect.

so yes

of course I've met you.

even before I had

you were beautiful.

just now

I mean it differently than before

because I went from knowing

the surface

to

the coral

to

the floor

and then I found Atlantis;

your heart.

I thought Atlantis was the best

until I realized,

what holds

the coral

the floor

and Atlantis?

the water,

of course.

I have met you.

and I know enough

to know

that every part of you

is perfect in every way.

just like the ocean.

-T.J. Kaylor

He only loved with his eyes

And I loved with my heart

And I believed in his lies.

My mind is ultimately torn

But I knew his games before

So why do I still mourn?

Breakups are like a death

There's always closure

Just take a breath