OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here
Hello there everyone!
If you're reading this it means that you probably are quite fond of poetry and writing it to. This is a thread to post all and any poetry that you may have, be it happy, sad, angry or just silly. All styles are welcome (free verse, couplets, slam) and it would be great to have at least one poem up a day for all of us to enjoy together!!
Memories.
They bring little comfort as they are moments passed, unavailable to be relived.
Everyone keeps saying "look forward and keep going".
Looking forward scares me, and to be honest i cant even see that far.
-Me
This New Year's Eve of 2016
I realized I'll have questions that will never be answered.
Like why my ex would rather choose to be nice to people that were horrible to me.
Or why I feel so entitled to the choices he makes with being polite to people who talk behind his back.
While he has the utmost hatred for me and my failings.
4...or is it 5 months in now,
and I still wonder.
I don't like making up answers, but I know that if I inquire, I will only get non-answers
or questions that will counter mine
and change the topic to why it's my fault again.
Spinning, spooling, weaving, knitting
repetitive motions of pointless thinking.
Maybe the answer is that:
it's good I left.
his actions after the parting reveal enough answers:
his choice of flirting, his choice of talking cordially with those people that he knows full well contributed to my pain
his humanity being flawed as can be, like mine
choosing the immature way of hurting me behind my back.
All this, are enough answers.
It's one of the things I have to accept and live with.
Because not all things get their real answers.
Sometimes we have to make up our own to make sense of it all...
and maybe that's never a bad thing.
If they can weave up all these schemes and stories based on their
painted assumptions about me, it's only fair.
For my sake.
Like it was for theirs.
Heartbreak.
A chest infection from an unswallowable pill.
No fever, just trembling veins in every hollow, that echo within. The ricochet of which amplifies the deafening wound,
leaving the depths of my love defeated.
@Frost11 this is so powerful, and in so few words. I'm really impressed :o
@ubiquituous. Thank you!!
You notice me to ask a favor,
But have you ever done for me?
You notice my body,
But can't be troubled with your time.
You notice I talk to many people,
But don't know they can only stand my voice for a short while,
And I can stand the silence for none.
You notice my voice as the loudest in the room,
But don't notice my cries of pain are louder
Do you really notice me?
Would you notice my absence?
Or
Would you simply notice someone else when you need a favor?
Would you notice some other body?
Would you notice my voice silenced?
Would you notice ME missing?
I am poisoned
by the sweetness of your words.
I am blinded
by your loving gaze.
I am made deaf
by your caring song.
I can feel no more,
because of your soft caress.
And I am dying
by this trap you call love.
You showed me a world of lies.
And funny that I am happiest in it.
Such is the thing they call blissful ignorance. But how can it be bliss, when I know of my ignorance, and my desperately trying to be.
For the truth is nothing but a cruel thing. It yanks you out of the most joyful fantasy to the river of your tears that drowns you.
Such is the power of the love you have given me. The lie is now my world, and I will happily live in it if it means I can be with you.
But how long can I endure the silent pain. It suffocates me until I breath no more, and I am nothing but a dead bride of yours. I wish I was truly stupid so that there shall be no more divide between the lie and the truth. I regret the wisdom gifted to me,for I can see, no matter how hard I try to shut my eyes.
I am dying, the longer I stay. But theres no denying the death that awaits me if I go.
Save me. I beg of you, save me from the clutches of thorn. Kill me if you must, for I want neither of the cruel death that is my fate. The death by the choking of lies, or the death towards nothingness when I leave.
Help me. Save me. Kill me now, quickly.
Dear @HopefulLittleGirl3, this is very powerful. I think many readers will understand the contradictory feelings you describe so eloquently.
I think that sometimes we can become so starved for human contact and warmth that we want it even when accompanied by increasingly negative side effects. It's definitely confusing and heart-wrenching when a relationship feels like an addiction and things get ugly. But I do believe this emotion isn't love. I'm convinced that real love is about truth and generosity and freedom and all the good things. ❤️
@Annie It wasn't. The person who made me feel like that and I are already broken up. And boy, I felt a huge surge of relief when I did. But yeah, it was a Love The Way You Lie kind of thing. 😊
@HopefulLittleGirl3, that's awesome. The sense of relief, how wonderful! (The death of a relationship can definitely be a good thing, but sometimes we hang on far too long, just to avoid being alone. And yet I never felt more alone than when in an unhealthy, unloving relationship!)
If anything should touch your lips in times of grief, then it should be by my own.
Alcohol is not your lover...I am.
I wrote mine in my Medium account, where I post all of my poetry.
Here's the link: I hope you may check it out. :-)
[Dear lyber, I edited your post to remove outside contact info, in accord with 7 Cups policies. However, it would be really awesome if you could share some of your poetry by posting a copy here. ❤️ --Annie]
Innocent, not guilty
Explaining myself and my actions, such a pain
Knowing, deep down, there wouldn't be any gain
For "they" have already decided.
My words,proofs and views, nothing but worthless
Because my words can't defend me, just a culprit to be.
Giving up, I had considered. But my truth, it is!
What keeps me fighting ( if not win, then atleast not loose)
and still hoping... I'll be left free
Hope that seems (or is?) hopeless but still.
Oh, the sorrow, the pain and the desperation
To prove yourself innocent, with you as your own witness.
Confining me with this claustrophobic feeling of helplessness
But my truth , rises high amongst all.
If none for me, then me against Many
A challenge it is, I see.
Weak may be my body but not my will
I will stand on my grounds till my innocence instilled
I have to fight till the end,
Because it's better to die innocent than,
To live with undeserved guilt and regret
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Escape
I can't begin to describe it
you're secluded but there's no place to hide
you're wanted but there's no need for you
you're silently sitting in the noise around you
waiting for the change, anticipating a move,
holding on to a hope that may never come.
can't comprehend that sometimes
you are alone in the middle of everyone
crying inside the laughing face
you want a place inside so bad
but you don't want to leave anyone behind
you have the attention but you can't make a command
you have yourself but you loose your identity
can you see?? can you feel??
Is it me?? This is real!
Can I guess the hint that what I do is not enough
but maybe I don't have to do everything...
...is there an escape into someone?
No, that someone is me!
I am glad not because you are gone, but because you no longer have to feel pain.
I am glad not because I can't see you
but because now you can watch over us everyday.
I am glad not because I can't hug you
but you can hug us in our dreams all at the same time.
I can wish for things I want but you gave me what I need and I hope I made you proud in return
I miss our happy times regardless of how late in the day, I still wish you are here to stay.
Thank you for everything, I shall not look upon your like again.
