OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Demolition

Memoirs of an era now obsolete
A symphony bitter,
Not a trace of sweet
An abundance of pillars carried the torso
Then you came along
And even more so
Tried to carry the weight of my world
Succeeded your plans and
In your arms I curled
Up, yet you changed your purpose
The building collapsed
While the devil usurped us

[Possible trigger warning; I'm not certain]

Creation

These portraits sprout
Like vines from my quill
Strokes without doubt
Yet not due to skill

You are my source
Of anguish and ire
Your actions force
My hands on the lyre

No craft I'll try
Could charm me like this
You make me cry
The tears that build bliss

But if I'm brought
To happier lands
Without one thought
I'll cut of these hands

i dreamed i was a dreamgirl

running up and down

running up and down

i dreamed i kept composure

i dreamed i held my own

i did not speak and

when i did it was not empty

i welcomed the air on my teeth

and the pang in my lower intestines

i climbed the concrete staircase

i watched the silence from twelve steps away

Change

New faces,
Every year.
New places,
That's my fear.
Different people,
All the time.
Different friends,
Are hard to find.
What if I'm,
All alone?
In this place,
Far from home.
And if no one,
Knows my name.
Do I have to,
Be the same?
If I would be,
Someone else.
Will she,
Become myself?
Would I love,
Who I became?
Or would I,
Again, be forced to change?

If She had the Strength for Words

What seemed like an eternity were but mere seconds that just ticked by.

She feels as though the painful times are the longest parts in life.

To soar above her troubles, that's what she'd love to do,

But to pain she feels bound and as for how to escape, she hasn't a clue.

Pain is like a wall that only time can climb and scale.

But if each second is an eternity, within moments, she will become frail.

What happens when those chains become much too heavy to bear?

Will you look deep into her eyes and tell her that you care?

When she looks in the mirror, what stares back is a weak and fragile mess,

Someone who couldn't possibly go lower even if she wanted to be less.

But maybe that's an image; one that can be altered by your touch,

A simple act of love perhaps. It doesn't have to be much.

So authentic is the pain that she can still show you all the thin red lines,

Charged by pure emotion, they are proof that she has paid painful fines.

But those, in time, will heal just as her heavy, weary heart,

And as you hold you hand, the healing process is sure to start.

She knows pain thrives in darkness but you seem to be her light,

Chasing away the horrors of this life that's like perpetual night.

She dreams of the day where in unison the sun rises as you begin to utter

That she alone is your light, too, and just how much you love her.

If I , right now, had the strength for words, I'd tell these things to you.

My fears, my scars, my darkness. You don't even have a clue.

And sometimes I wish you noticed just how much of an impact you can be

To a lonely girl who longs for love because that lonely girl is me.

-JH

Time Is Meant To Heal

Although unheard I thank you

For always being there

Even when you were bedridden

You always seemed to care

You meant so much to all of us

you were special and that's no lie

you brightened up the darkest day

and even the dullest sky

Many tears I have seen and cried

They have all poured out like rain

I know that you are happy now

Cause your no longer in pain.

For years on I remember you

And what you used to say

You made each of us smile

And live to the fullest each day

They say in time it gets easier

I believe this isn't true

Because even after all this time

I still don't have a clue

I was not ready to say goodnight

Your disease just over took

So on this day we remember you

I take a second look

Our friendship is forever

Until death, did we part

Although your away physically

You're always in my heart.

Good night my friend

Now you take care

I'll always be at your side xx

You can be the prince
And i could be the princess
Cause i must confess
You are looking so fresh
What you know about love?
I know you've been hurt by someone else
Your not easy to love like anyone above
I will care for you, Ill take care of you
I just want you close
We're the perfect two
I swear the whole world stops
No one can get in the way i feel for you
You'll always be mine
They don't see you like i do
I make it look like its magic
Cause i see nobody but you
Looking in your perfect brown eyes
It's you that im in love with
I ain't judging you boo
Ill be there, if you really need me
Ill show you how to love me the right way
When it comes to my heart baby
Ill let you love me everyday
I'd be your wife
In the real life
Frozen in time
Always be mine
Young forever
A love that never ends

men who can see right through me

tell that i'm just scared ---- you

give me a example of a man using

his sensitivity for good

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Thank you to every person who shares in this thread.

need a muse that is actually romantic
Ive decided

I want to be surprised by my lover
very analytically

write what you value, offer, require
an exercise in emotional needs

you know the thrill
when youd travel for five more minutes

to be back on that couch
and I tried to crack a mountain

with a bow and arrow
looking for a fountain, a tidal, vital wave

to explode out from the stone, so I
chipped away, determined, until I shot so true

that I pierced straight through
and saw that it was only stone all along

not a trickle, not a single drop appeared,
only the blue sky of clarity

through the pinhole of my skill.
Why did you look for water in the rock

when you are a sea-seeker?
Foam, brine, salt, crash and tide-seeker,

splash, dive, swim, and drown-seeker,
float by the buoyancy of the other

seeker. You need no arrows
at the ocean; so vast you need no aim

no angles, no sharp weapon.
Not even clothing.

You know the thrill
when your bare feet touch mud

and the touch of the water comes rushing up to meet you
and invites you back out with it.