OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

"Kiss her neck and tell her "Iwannaf*ckyou tonight."

- Hanna Hr.

I'm Not Sick

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade we had a speaker come into our classroom.

He was from the local electric company and he had all this cool stuff meant to scare us.

Sparks flying here, there, all over the place.

Electricity was dangerous!!! It could kill you!

I went home, into the basement and cut an electrical cord. I didn?t die.

My mother was more scared and didn?t see me screaming inside.

My brothers made fun of me. I mean what else could they do?

Include ME in their games?

I?m not sick-- just what you would call intense.

From when I was a little boy I was depressed

I MEAN INTENSE

I could always be intense, just not happy

I could always be intense, just not grateful

I could always be intense, just not depressed!

GOD! I HATE THAT WORD

Up all night

mind racing

mind racing

mind racing

S T O P I T !!

No sleep before sunrise

Chest beating at 140 beats per minute

J U S T S T O P

Fake it

be without a friend to speak to

Speak to God and have HIM ignore your silent screams and sobs.

Wallow in the intensity.

Get up every morning.

intense

Smile and go to school.

intense

Do well academically, yet fail socially

Intense

Take pills, go to sleep? wake up throwing up said pills.

intense

Oh boy! DRUGS!

pot

hash

opium, opium opium

Opiates are the best! ?till you can?t have them.

It doesn?t take away the pain, it becomes the intensity

Oh boy! NOW you can drink.

drink

drink

drink

It doesn?t take away the pain, it becomes the intensity.

Read & Write - solitary silence

pains and pleasure

If Only someone could understand

No one cared.

No one is going to care

I did not care.

Give all the pain away!

Free from drugs, booze.

Hours and hours of therapy.

The ?good meds? that do no good.

No one is going to care

I did not care

I am the only one responsible for myself

and the world

intense

I?m waiting for an answer.

We?re all waiting for something.

As the piano comes crashing to the ground

in a cacophony of sound

I?m pushing an elephant up the stairs

Isn?t that intense.

Act Normal

I was taught early on that when someone said,

?How are you??, they don?t really care.

All they want to hear is, ?Fine?.

But, I?m not ?fine?.

I live in the dark recluse of my mind.

?I should never be lonely?, I say

but, I don?t believe in miracles

as your lungs fill with smoke, act normal

watching everything

knowing nothing

?there is no one more pathetic?, I think

but as i said, I don?t believe in miracles

as your lungs fill with smoke, act normal

Go off to work.
Send your kids off to school.
Follow fashion, act normal.

act normal, act normal.

How can I act normal?

What is normal anyway.

I take a deep breath and now

my lungs fill with smoke

When I?m normal, I?ll never be

Never look behind that curtain!

I?m fear itself.

I?m not fine.

My demonds in side fight for control too spead negative thoughts into actions .the beleif in something better kinder pation helping others fight there demonds help keep mine under control .i want to beat them down like they done to me brake the trend that spreads like a virus from human to human .give hope not spread fear.shed light not break a spirit .hope not opression work to gether with a higher power from with in not to win but to exists woth each other in harmony.the unknown is not dangerous until my.fear recognizes it as so.

No One Knows

I have died, but no on knows

I walk and talk, but living is done

When people ask I shrug and turn,

"I'm fine," they hear, because that is what I say.

Some see some

Some hear some

But none know really what to say or do,

For I have died, and no on knows

Day to day I live and breathe

But inside,

I have died.

Others are here, waiting or dead

Others like me,

Awaiting the end.

Demons

Of all the things on Earth to fear,

Beware the demon in your soul.

The visions you see, the voices you hear,

Can rip and tear, ant take their toll.

Deep in the crevice of your heart

Lay the monsters of the night.

In the mind, around they dart,

Their venom release when thy bite.

The cure is hard to find

And harder still to apply.

But fear not and lighten your mind,

For to be healed you have to try.

All those demons will meet an end,

And you will soon be on the mend.

Ode to Happy Days

On days when the sun is high

And the birds are singing

It's almost possible

To forget the woes of life.

On days when it's warm and bright

It's almost as if

The cold dark places of the soul

Never existed at all.

Those days between the storm

Are what keep one going.

Those days between the storm

Are what make life worth living.

An Explanation.

So you wonder why I'm so angry?
You wonder why I'm an empty shell.
Well I'll let you in on a lil secret.
When you constantly show that you don't care about:
What I think,
What I feel,
What I wish,
What I hope for,
What I dream,
What I want,
What I love,
What I like,
What my opinion is,
What I believe is right or wrong,
Or what I care about...
Let?s just say?
You have no right to complain.
Because you want me to apologize for who I am...
But you've never stopped to think of who made me this way.
So yes...
I'm angry...
And empty?
But you kindled the fire,
And you drained me.
So don't get mad at me when the fire you started gets too hot,
And there's no more water to put it out.

I write haikus most of the time)

Kneeling on the ground,

Sniffing the scent of summer

I sow life.




Five in the morning

The night is quiet

The fridge disturbs the silence

There she stood, from her shoulder A cloak of darkness In her presence, air became colder She was, a woman of no likeness Her skin, fair, of moonlight glow Her eyes, black, of nothing showed Her lips, a thinly line, a rapier sword She wore a robe, of which darkness sowed She is of not the brood, of Adam and Eve Her mortality, the eyes deceive For she is of no mortal seed She is bred from darkness, of Satan