OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Depression is a puddle,

for some it is wider and some it is deeper.

Some it is practically a pool and some an ocean.

And so on.

Even after you step out you will still be wet.

And the air will feel colder;

but it's better than going back

No Better by G (1998)

I heard a guy sing a song

He said, "this is a fact.

Every time you take one step forward

You go two steps back".

He forgot to mention

Winners don't give in

Every time I get knocked down

I get up and try again

You can take all my money

Take away my house

But you can't take my freedom of speech

These words out of my mouth

I call it how I see it

But sometimes you've just got to believe it

I believe too many people are living in fear

chorus-

Do you really think someone is better than you?

They'll have you believe it but it ain't true

In the eyes of the lord a sin is a sin

It really don't matter which one it is

Scared to be noticed

For the flaws they have

Scared someone might stop and stare

Point their finger and laugh

Let's get in the open

We're pretty much all the same

There's no point in living our lives in shame

Try something different

Come, shake my hand

Don't fear my tattoos or my haircut

Try to understand

These are just things I like

It doesn't tell you who I am

Try to get to know me

Try to give a damn

I'm a candle eager for the match.
I weep wax.
I'm made of small scents of love and happiness,
and when I burn,
oh the aroma shakes loose from my bones.

I'm a candle in the cold.
A candle forgotten in a rotting box in a black basement in a dying house in the wilderness.
A flame will never find me, save a wildfire to burn this
house down.

I want a match to alight on my tongue.
Oh,
I want to taste the flame as it ignites
and I want the pain to burn me away until I can burn no more.

But again. I'm cold.
I'm a waste of wax rotting in the darkness that I just can't burn away.

Hi guys, I'm sorry this one's a bit long. I know it's pretty bad, but I hope someone enjoys it. Thanks for your time and for reading it.

Trigger Warning

Hate to Say Goodbye/Normalcy (Idk what to call it)

I want to go back to when things were normal

Before I drove her so far far away

I have no time machine, I am no magician

Yet here I sit, with simple regret

I must ask myself, what was normal?

Was it before she told me this is goodbye?

When she said she had enough, I was too much to handle

When she told me shed told me before

What Id do wrong, and what I had done

I guess she really is gone forever

Was it before I messed up?

I tried so hard to make her happy

But she thought I wanted more

More than the closest friend I ever had

I guess shes right, maybe I did

Was it before I told her I loved her?

That gut-wrenching fear deep within me

Screamed it was a bad idea

I didnt really listen that time

I guess I didnt want to

Was it before she talked me out of it?

The day I pressed the knife to my wrist

Crying softly into darkest nightmares

Her quiet voice kept me company that night

I guess she didnt want to save me

Was it before I opened my heart?

I told her everything I feared and loved

I wanted to tell someone my story

And I thought she was the one to hear

I guess my words fell on empty ears

Was it before I asked her for her number?

I wanted a friend in my time of need

She was just familiar enough

For me to think she could be someone

I guess I was wrong, I always am

Was it before we first spent some time together?

Among old teammates, the newcomer arrived

She was so beautiful and sweet and funny

I thought Id never have a chance with her

I guess that was the only time I was right

Was it before we met for the first time?

From a distance, she was just another girl

I told myself to keep walking, dont talk to her

I wanted to die, then, and I couldnt hurt another

I guess I should have kept walking that day

There is no before because I cant remember

My life before her, and I cant see one after

Now I lie upon my bed and silently break

My soul and my body deteriorate

I guess she was my only reason to wake

Will tomorrow bring a new light?

All I see is darkness ahead

My first true love just walked away

Without her I would be dead

I guess we should have never met

I am the most foolish of fools

For believing that she ever cared

Maybe I was blinded by loved

But all I see is the perfection of her

I guess I should just let go

As she walked away into the virtual plane

I was left with months of empty texts

Hours or days of talking to her

But still she just walked away

I guess I should have chased after

Now shes gone, shes said her goodbyes

I guess its time I say mine

I wish it didnt have to end this way

But she wont miss me, and nobody else will

I guess… this is goodbye

I believe we have a choice...

I believe only you have the power to make that choice....

Only you have the power to change

I believe in you.....

The same way autumn and fall are the same thing

but entirely different

Your choices could be Autumn

Out there and rarely used

Or they could be like the fall

Easy and common

Whatever it is you chose

i believe that it is the right choice

for you

I want you to see the you

i see

Only then can u discover that

because i care,

you're choices don't just affect you

they mean something to me too!!

So if you are Autumn or fall

There is no doubt that i will be

The winter that stands behind you.

So he held my hand

kind of strange

because my left wrist was laden with scars

his finger brushed against them

their ridges

and edges

and ugly jagged lines

and he smiled

and smiled

and smiled

and we walked on.

When a life ends, a light still burns from the nostalgic memories of the past. When there are clouds in the sky and the rain is pouring down, there will always come a rainbow to remind us that through even the darkest of times, the light will shine through to comfort and to guide us so that our memories may burn in death too

I'm stuck cycling, circling in a hurricane around the eye of the storm. But all I can feel is the calm before it until it breaks

Jenga

We are games of Jenga

Simply towers builts of pieces of ourselves

We let people take from us

Somethings they take things of ours

Others they take parts of us

When they take these parts of us

We let them try and put the pieces back

It usually works in the short term, but we

I posted this earlier, but I made a few changes and wanted to get some feedback. It's designed to be read aloud, as I'm thinking about presenting it at school (assuming I don't chicken out). If you have any suggestions to make it flow better or make it more meaningful, or maybe any comments as to things I should add or anything that might be considered offensive, I would really appreciate it 😊

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are beautiful
For you can not see the fire in your eyes when you talk about your passions
The way your hands gracefully fly over paper
Drawing out poems, images, whole new worlds
Just to escape the one you are in

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are kind
For although you can't feel the happiness you bring others
You give everything for them
Doing anything to make sure that they
Never feel as broken as you

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are good enough
That your calorie intake does not determine your worth
That the number on the scale does not measure how much you are loved
That even skin and bones will never satisfy your longing to be in control, to be perfect, to be enough
Only you can do that

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are valuable
That you don't need to draw out your feelings in sharp crimson lines
Because the monsters within you do not lie under your skin
But deep within your soul
And the only way to kill them is to let others in
Because blades, lighters, fists, nails, bottles, and pills will only make them stronger
And their words are not true, and their presence is not your fault
But the battle against them can not be won on your own

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are loved
That just because he wasn't strong enough to withstand the whirlwind of passion in your eyes and the roaring oceans in your soul does not mean that you should calm your storm
But strengthen it
Let the fire roaring beneath your skin manifest itself around you
As you learn about your strengths and discover who you were truly meant to be
And those who are truly worthy to be in your presence will dance with you in the downpour
Instead of hiding behind boarded windows
Or worse yet, dampening the inferno inside of you
That was never meant to be quieted