OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I've been up for days but I don't know the exact amount because I didn't bother to count so I'm sorry to bother you at this late or I suppose early hour but I just got out of the shower and I realized that I love you, your eyes that are true go so deep that it's hard not to seep into them and get memorized or hypnotized it's one of those two, so I'm sorry to wake you from your dreams but for some reason tonight just seems like as good of any to get it all out, I want to cry, I want to shout that I'm tired, I'm oh so tired but you my dear, you will be okay, because even if I'm not here, tomorrow or the day after that, I'll be close by you, so don't feel alone if I am not home, I can still love you from far far away.

Forgiveness is just a tear drop away.

You never know when it will happen.

Until something just happens.

Let it just flow down your face.

Like teardrops waiting to be faced

People need to forgive and they need to be loved

But what sometimes we even need to be healed

Is to forgive those who have done us wrong

To love those that shown no good vibes.

[Trigger Warning: Self-Harm)

I haven't cut for two years but

I remember

how warm slicing feels even though

the blade is always cold,

and I know the pain

gets worse

the further you bury it

underneath your skin.

I sedate my 3 A.M. thoughts

of you

with nicotine and

can still hear you saying,

"This sounds like a pipe dream. You're too good to be true."

You were always a prophet

and we were no exception.

So I smoke and say

"I love you" in the dark

like you can still hear

even though

the only thing connecting us are

the years and miles

that continue to span,

and the bad taste that lingers

isn't from a cigarette.

The smell of tobacco

reminds me of amusement parks

of past childhood summers

that entertained for a day

but later loomed ahead and

made me yearn

for home;

but my parents wanted their money's worth

and I wasn't much.

My mother likes to remind me of

the cost of repairing me,

like I was a vintage muscle car

you wanted to take on freeway joyrides

but gives up on the side of the road

and sits in the garage

so you can regret how much you've spent.

Scorn won't make it run, you should know this by now.

I still hate the man who told me

cutting is attention-seeking,

yet liked to burn his hands

and sought salvation in the form of love

because we both only marred the surface and

there are more nerves in flesh.

Freud's iceberg doesn't scare me,

doesn't make me think something

inside fractured

and will eventually capsize me,

because I know I'm already drowning.

It's the fear that this is just the surface

and life's sadism has more planned.

I thought I could do it

that I could be strong

but you slipped from my grasp

you've moved along

Now I'll lay here forever

and sing you sad songs

now it's my turn for the bullet

you've taken your shot

I just don't know for sure if it's worth losing what I've got

The Lies of a Cape

Day in, day out.
Always the same thoughts,
Always the same feelings,
that I have to mask

Away
from the world,
I hide away.
From behind my mask of deception,
I see the world.
My vision is limited, though, and
nothing is clear,
but I hide away so no one knows

What I truly feel
is
a disaster, a
collision, a mess,
it's nonsense.

Nonsensical,
how I use this cape of pretending
to shield myself from the people

And their views and remarks.
It's tiring, yes, but
so is reality,
and for me it's better to hide

Away from the onslaught of torture,
I assuage myself as best I can,
but nothing seems to work,
and as a result, I panic

In front of blind eyes
which
couldn't care less, to be blunt.
My normally festive-self becomes suddenly
taciturn
And I decide to stay like this,
even though my emotions,

Nebulous as they are, I try to
decipher them for years

With the effort of many,
I waste my energy.
From taciturn to vapid
I become,
but no one seems to care.

And I watch the world behind my mask,
Warmed by my cape,
Never wanting the harsh reality to subside,
Because I'm shielded
by
a shabby mask that turns my vision useless,
and a worn-out cape that people are starting to see through.

But it's okay.
I'll be okay.
As long as I'm hidden
away from the world.

Dear Mother, Father, and Friends.

Some people are not aligned like you are

For example, me.

I am trembling and angry and lost

And alone.

Terrified but held down by small talk and conversations.

I might be Bisexual, mom. and if you can't accept me,

who will?

is something wrong with this baby girl?

Did you change your mind?

Broken crayons still color and

I need your love to be alright

Mommy those sounds you heard at night

They were me talking to myself,

Because I'm too scared to talk to you.

I'm different, mom.

accept me.

Maybe it's selfish, but I look at him and see all he's gone through, and is going through, and I can't help but think - What about me?

I feel guilt just saying it.

The mind is such a personal, private place. Not meant to be shared, at least not completely. So to be haunted by these voices, these shadows that violate the mind - it breaks my heart to see what it's doing to you.

It breaks my heart that I cant fight these monsters for you.

You're eyes are so tired now, so sad.

I heard you whisper, "I want to die."

Don't give up. You cant ever give up. I need you too much.

The pills seem to be working now, and the doctor seems nice. Dont ever think that the medication changes a thing - I could never love you any less.

But it's not over yet, is it? The pills are bittersweet, for as the voices fade away you're left with the realization that there never was anyone whispering through the walls, no cameras, no one watching through the windows.

I can only imagine how hard it must be, to have to accept the fact that it was in your head the whole time, that there never was anyone to blame.

No wonder you're exhausted.

But I'm tired, too. I know you didnt mean those awful things you said, the things you accused me of. I know it wasn't really you.

It still hurts, though, knowing that sometimes I'm not enough to make you smile.

You haunted my dreams last night,

Flickering like a dying candle,

Seared into my memory.

I wonder if I ever stain your nightmares

And flood their veins with golden light

Until they shriek and melt into soft dreams.

She was your princess
Small and tender
Meek, mild
Wrapped in shelter and hidden from the world

Behind a knight of vain reflection
Whose armor shines only to his own eyes
And to the rest of the world is threadbare

You believed her pure white
Innocent, without determination
Snuffing a spirit yearning to break free
Fanciful and helpless without your arms

How foolish, this vision
That she cannot hold her own step
On strong, perfect legs
That dance and tremble and hurdle
Over obstacles in her way

Her fire shines
Bright, without hinderance
Without a stifling hand to smother it down
Burning with intensity beyond your wildest dreams
Or capabilities

She was your princess
And now
She's my queen

I fear that our love wont last

that it wil be the thing from the past.

I fear you will find someone knew

Having a fear of loosing you

My fear wont go away

and yet I forever stay!