That's beautiful. He's a lucky guy. X

@Erinlee84 I really liked this, but my favorite part of this post is that you utilized the colors and such to add more to it (: Please keep it up!

NOTE!!: This is NOT a positive poem. At all.

It's about anger. And depression.

~

Feel the music
Make it alive
Let it take over your soul, your mind
Find the sweet thing and
Be a vessel for the corruption inside
Hold on to something dear,
It might save your life
It might make you strong
Then again it might just make you a prisoner inside
Find the madness inside
The beast that you try to hide
Sing to it a sweet song
Make it sleep and it might not devour you tonight

When I'm happy I'm addicted to living and when I'm sad I'm addicted to dying, that's why I spend my life in withdrawl

Blood, the Moon, and a Cat

As I stalk out,
the night cloaks me,
masking my presence,
assuaging my troubles.
As I look up,
The red moon reflect my
luminescent eyes.

Glowing with yellow,
I see the world
as it is meant to be seen,

by few,
because the views of
the many
are irrational

Thoughts
that spin in my head
as I stare at the bright
moon,

and see the rabbit there.
I relax,
less alert,
less aware,
as I stalk out into the night

Darkness
hides my presence
beneath a cloak of the moon and the stars
as I watch
the moon hide.

🌛⭐️🌜

Crying on a Monday morning

He was always put down

His accomplishments masked by the shadows

Of higher grades and other women

He went unnoticed

While he should have shone

In her eyes hes brighter than the sun

He didnt know better

Taught through destructive ways

His way of love, to shine the brightest

She was always put down

Maybe thats why he felt like home

Accomplishments only to matter

If they lay beneath him

She tried to keep harsh words unnoticed

To not seep into her mind

To make a difference

She didnt know better

Learning love through second chances

Bright eyes, refusing to turn around the other way

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

So are my eyelids and all cause of you.

So charming at first,

Abusing me last,

I realized soon you were a sociopath.

This is a little exerpt from a song I'm working on, titled "No Promises"

I got no promises
No hope for a pursued sickness
Fallen back on jutting bones
Sinking closer on empty bliss

I got no empathy

Forget all the weekend blind
Nothing left to consume
Nothing left on the mind

At age 3 I was afraid

Of monsters that crawled out from

Beneath and clawed their way

Across the floor and onto my bed.

By 10, I'd outgrown the childish fear

Of fanged beasts and the devil's incarnate.

I was only afraid of the big bad wolf

Prowling the hallways and using my mom's room.

At age 16, I learned to hide my fear of burly men

And swallow the tears that threatened

As he blocked the light and my sobs

Went ignored by my mother.

20, and I'm standing on the edge-

Overcoming my fear of heights.

@Zvz26

WOW! This is really good, and I felt scared for you at the same time. I am an incest survivor, and was wildly betrayed by my mother all the way to this day. I totally felt this one all the way to the marrow of my bones. Take good care of yourself. I've been healing from this stuff for a long time, and one thing I can tell you is that it does get better. Really and truly.

I'm so sorry for what you had to go through I can't imagine what that must have felt like :( sending lots of love your way :) just to clear clear things up though, I've never been abused sexually this was just a spur of the moment thing. I'm sorry if this was offensive to anyone.

If so, please let me know and I'll delete it. I'm sorry once again.

@Zvz26

No, it wasn't offensive at all. Can you see why I thought you were victimized that way, if you re-read your poem? No worries. I am so very glad that didn't happen to you. It is the "gift" that keeps on giving. Pain, suffering, and misery. It is such a betrayal of the parent role. What were you trying to say then? Thanks for your caring response to me!

Thanks :) I hope things take a turn for the better for you soon. To clarify, although I did want to express assault and abuse, I didn't mean it to come off as a personal experience to other readers.

Remember that time we talked all night?

When the moon glowed and stars so bright?

I remember the dewy grass and your white smile

I asked if you would just stay a while

And you, those white teeth in that smiling mouth

Promised me that, even if all went south

I could always find you, the North Star

And if I called, you wouldnt be far

But you lied to that naïve me

Because when I called you ignored my plea

I didnt want you, I needed you there

Didn't you know where?

I guess thats the paradox of a promise

To you, it scattered like that dewy mist

That we lay on that promising night

For me, it was the only constant light

@GeneStealer This hurt my heart. You're awesome - keep it up <3

Today I Stand

Today I will stand

Against the depression

Against the anxiety

Against the loneliness

Against the bullying

I will make my stand TODAY

So now I stand

@overcominglfe21 This poem hit me hard. Well written, very beautiful. I love it.

SEPARATED

separated from truth and

forced to lie.

IF everything is fine here

why must i lie?

why do i keep trying to die?

separated from love,

their crimes

inflicted routinely on my body,

mind, and soul

nothing to do with love

just deposit your false sentiments in

this sinkhole

right under our house.

implosion is not if

but when?

separated from family

the liars prevail.

everything was fine at our house---

she's always needed too much attention,

and constantly is lying about us, and well, you

know she's mentally ill.

maybe it is time for her next pill.

why isn't there a diagnosis for those

so willing to destroy their own child?

that has to be some

special brand of crazy.

no diagnosis is applied

because the destroyers don't

present for treatment.

why should they?

the problem is all me,

just ask them,

they'll happily tell you.

everything is fine here,

nothing to see.

apparently, the crazy label

is mine to wear till my time is done,

at least in this family,

unless some polar shift occurs.

separated from possibilities until someone

other than me

decides it is over, and hands over the key.

separated

from family and love

because they don't co-exist

within this twisted, gnarled,

mostly dead tree.

separated

excluded.

but now,

grafted onto another part of the tree

where life is evident

and truth is cherished.

i am believed there

and enveloped in love.

my branch begins to flower.

love for me

and fervent seeking of truth,

along with the will to act

on my behalf,

the healthy branches reach toward me

and coax me toward full bloom

with them.

i must take this sweet pill of love

daily-- it is

the latest

anti-oppression medication.

This a light lighted poem I wrote a few years ago hope you like it.

We've been together for such a long time,

Its taken for granted that you will be mine,

We've played together since we were small,

And still I see we're not that tall,

Grown up look at us and smile,

As we practice walking don the asle,

With my weeding dress thats far too long,

And the cat and dog that sing a song,

The vicar comes to shoo us away,

And tells us to play another day,

So we go to our parents for permission to wed,

But they laugh in our face and send us to bed,

Then in the morning they tell us to wait,

But I don't really blame them, cus we're only eight.

"THE STORM"

I can feel the thunder starting;

It is forming in that space.

Theres a Storm that dwells within my heart,

all it does is tear me apart.

The raindrops are falling down my face,

There could never be another to take your place~

That's lovely, thank you.

@braveSugar7964

Thank you so much :) I appreciate your compliment.

When I think back on all the memories I have, one thought runs through my mind - You were always there.

I remember when you got me to sit on our dog's back, like a pony. I think you felt bad when I fell and hit my head • I think I was 4

I still have that denim jacket, the one that you stenciled my name across the back, and roses on the sides. It's faded now, all these years later • I was 7

When I was being being bullied by that boy at school, I remember feeling so proud to walk beside you when you came and picked me up that day, to walk me home • I was 10

You bought me a pack of smokes, and I promised to never tell mom • I was 13

You gave me my first beer to try - I felt so grown up, even though I thought it was gross. You didnt let anything bad happen to me either • I was 16

Through out the years, I'd listen to my friends talk about their brothers, complain about how they ruined dates and scared off potential boyfriends. I never joined in those conversations, I had nothing to say. I dont think we ever had one argument or fight.

When I was 19, I waited. I saw the pattern, every 3 years it seemed, I'd get a new memory. So I waited.

By the end of my 19th year, I tattooed your initials on my shoulder, reminding me to always appreciate the little things, even the most insignificant of events can become treasured memories.

The tattoo, like the jacket, has begun to fade. Sometimes I wish things could have been different, but I've accepted the way things are. You have your reasons - I may not agree, but I do understand.

I suppose, at least, you were consistent. After all, when I think back, you were always there.

and because you were always there, it meant that you were never here.

A Moment, is all..

Like all good, strong souls,
You're allowed one moment of weakness and utter despair.
How else will you ever know if you have hope to spare.
It's okay to break open and leave a Crack for something magical to fill in.
To grow and shine and be more beautiful than you've ever been.
Like all good souls,
You're allowed to cry and feel the pain and shout out a curse or two.
Worry not, I won't think any less of you.
For all the times you held your own and stood your ground.
Your strength and magnificence grew endlessly profound.

That was great! Another!

Please thankyou

Glad you liked it @KnightTerrain:)

Just posting to let you all know that you're super talented and if anyone is reading through this thread and questioning whether or not they should post theirs, please do it. You can't improve without constructive criticism. More importantly, we all want to see your work (: I hope all of you continue doing this, even if you don't do anything substantial with it.

The Everyday Haze

The mornings were sublime
There was purpose
There were people
The days were filled
with busyness - absurd.

It was the nights
The darkness of those hours
in the emptiness,
seconds grew longer
The foible of the night.

'Twas between staring
at the trivial plafond
and the rush of images
behind sealed eyes - That
I suffered in You.

"What's the point?" I ask myself

As I smile

A perfect mimicry of a puppet

Pulled taunt by it's worn strings.

"What's the point?" I ask myself

As I laugh

To my friends and family

A broken record on repeat.

"What's the point?" I ask myself

As I sing along

To a beautiful song

Compiled from my screams

(silent as they be)

"What's the point?" I ask myself

As I sit around

So sweet and sound

With these thoughts that I can't bare

"What's the point?" I whisper once more

Not even by choice

As I say

With tears in my eyes

That there is none no more.

I really like this one, there's something subtle about it that almost seems to jump out at you - it's very well written

Thank you very much for taking the time to comment~

I'm not someone who's much for sharing their work, but when I do I really love seeing it have an impact, no matter how small! It really means a lot.

It actually reminds me of a song by the Goo Goo Dolls (Accoustic #3) You should check it out, it's one of my favourites - simple, but a lot of meaning behind it

Embers

Every few hours, I look into the mirror.

And I just wonder why I was given such a figure.

A boy that everyone hates and despises,

a body that is constantly under compromises.

A body that yells and cries out.

But no one's there to hear its shout.

So what happened?

There are thousands of us, yet we are all still frightened.

I say something, yet no one will hear.

I reach out but there is no one near.

I laugh, I cry, I grow rabid.

And yet no one is starting to panic.

So when did this happen, this God-forsaken disease?

Tell me, tell me please!

I want-- NO, I need to know.

Because we should be friends not foes.

We tear down each other in our fight for the light,

yet how is this right?

We complain about things not being humane

and yet this we ourselves cannot maintain.

So listen, please do.

We are all each other's glue.

We keep each other alive,

we keep each other sane.

We should protect others from cold and distant pain.

So please put down your hatreds,

and love your rivals.

Because we need each other for our own survival.

And in a moment, I step away from my mirror,

and those hopes and dreams are just so much dimmer.

'Cause I remember that hiding in the shadows,

makes us just that much more hallow.

So let's just remember;

that we are all each other's ember,

each other's dying ember.

@joshomg

your name speaks it all. Josh... Oh my god. That is a beautiful poem :)

@joshomg that is so beautiful and intensely painful

@Mephobia @UnicornMan

Thank you :D

You are my soulmate

Come,

share this lifetime with me.

@Tish1982 Very short, Very Sweet

@Mephobiatha Thank you, Mephibiatha. I am very blessed to have this kind of love in my life 😀😀😀. I do not take it for granted.