I think one of the very kind things to do, is to try and inspire others by writing a poem on kindness. I have a few poems myself on the topic, I would like to share here. The following are links to one of the poems: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/y-get-ready/

I hope you all enjoy

The day begins

I stretch,

my whole spine cracks

i feel it

its the first thing I've felt in awhile

my lips press to my morning cigarette

as I inhale....

the emotional turmoil I feel inside

it rumbles through me

like blood in my veins

how can I live this way

why can't I just hide away

in my bed

alone

why can't I stop these feelings

will I ever smile again?

MY LOST WING

​There was a time she held me close...

​Just as cozy and soft as a rose.

She made me like a princess feel

​But soon enough she offered a reel.

A wind which was never heard,

Took away my precious bird.

She made some effort to maybe stay,

But there on her back she lay.

She made no sound, and couldn't even hear.

But went away all bright and sheer.

The deeds she performed were evermore pure,

Then why for her, there was no cure?

She couldn't complain, she couldn't whine,

But for my future, she was the best spine.

​Sooner than later, she was gone..

​Taking away the sun of my dawn.

There With THEE she will now sing,

​While I lost my precious wing!

​Mom, I miss you

​

My friend is my worst enemy,

His silver smile glares up at me,

The blood he draws amazes me.

I hide his art on my skin,

Where the fears come crashing in.

I will hold it all in,

until it fills to the brim,

spills over.

I will watch myself falling,

drowning,

choking,

until it pulls me under.

dreamers

6 am in a well-lit room
hours past midnight in moonlit gloom

lines, colors, words unsaid
a glint of silver, a flash of red

with liquid colour she creates
as beauty expands
there is no beauty
in the trembling of his hand

dreams onto paper
nightmares onto skin

she is an artist
he doesn't know where to begin.

Sitting at the window as I see all the clouds passing by. No, I look up to the sky not to see the sun, the clouds, or the moon. I look up, because I hope that I'll find myself up there. The true me, it's hard, it's possibly the biggest fear of human nature. Finding out that we are a creature in this universe, which is within everyone, but also without.

Where did she go?

By: HauntingFeeling00

I've been looking. She disappeared like a shooting star.

Almost a year and I was so close yet so far away. Did she go pursue a dream? A love?

The dark side wanted to hold back but like an unpainted canvas it painted a story.

Her cries of not being good enough, pulled a string at her once warmed heart.

Then one day in summer I got ready for a party and looked in the mirror at my reflection.

A smile graced my once grimaced lips.

"Love is my weakness. For it got rid of the darkness that chased me away"

"One Day"

"ONE DAY", I'll move past this pain. "ONE DAY" I will be able to smile again. "ONE DAY", the sun will shine. "ONE DAY", I'll be myself once more. "ONE DAY", it'll get better. "ONE DAY", I'll actually believe that "ONE DAY" will come.

Night

I survey the eastern horizon
And dream of dawn that ends eternal night
An unvoiced aubade lingers on my tongue
Determined to greet a lacking sun

Protect Her

Can you see her cheek bones
But easier than anyone else's
Without the aid of make up
Can you see her collar bones
Extending all the way out to where they clearly end in her shoulders
Can you see the several hallow spaces beneath
Lining up neatly, curved and fragile
And when her turns around
Can you see the several little bumps
That never seem to end
Back in front can you see
Where her ribs clearly end
And her pelvis begins
Can you see the "v" shaped lines those bones make
Can you see the absence of meat
That should surround her hips
Can you follow her ligaments
To legs that magically support her
And arms that lay limp at her sides
Can you see her knobby knees and knobbyy elbows
Can you see her defined hands
With skeletal fingers
That shouldn't be as useful as they are to her
Can you see her brittle nails
That she must bite come meal time
Can you see this girl
Or is she so skinny she's already disappeared?
-rose