OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Life is a flower held in your hand it's petals are the days in switch you live as they slowly fall to answer your question will I be happy or will I be not, as you plunk away life petal by petal I'm sure you won't think about this flower one that allow us to see good or bad love or hate, one that allowed life to be had when you get to the last petal I hope you look down at what you stand above and think how lovely it was to have had this flower

Do you ever look up at the sky,
And wonder if you were among the soaring heights,
Away from all the chaos,
And far from all the noise;
Will everything be fine or would you miss the lights?

Have you ever gazed upon on the stars,
Looked up towards the clusters of twinkling mass,
Have you ever thought of joining them,
Be one amongst those gazillions,
Of glass baubles laden with fairy dust?

Have you ever thought that the heavens above,
Might be so crowded leaving no place for more?
Should you yet dream of that milestone or just pantomime if unsure?

I hanker to build a paradise of my own,
A space where I could gaze upon the pandemonium around,
And smirk, yelling "hello",
"I swear you must've thought I wasn't capable of this for sure".

and even the bright young things

they, too, were burnt out eventually

leaving nothing behind but a shattered generation

and broken hearts across the country

God

I walked through my old woods today,

and God walked by my side.

At least I think it was he the holy,

for if not him, then it was I.

So as I walked with God today,

I thought to myself :Why,

if I be in Gods good grace,

then I may question Lord on High.

And so I asked of God that day,

Why you had to die,

And God, he could not answer.

Then I realized he was I.

The Dark Side of Innocence

you were my hero, daddy
and i was your little love
your baby girl
the child who thought you were
the smartest man alive
even when you made the most horrific choices

still i idolized your every flaw
even when they killed me inside

your presence was a masterpiece
of cracked stone and rough edges
a reckless heart made of black obsidian
shining with an iridescence
strong enough to break through tough exteriors
but too shallow for the depth of living

you were framed in barbed wire
a sign should have been attached to your chest
that read "be aware" and "stay away"

i wish i was strong enough
to not be cut by your broken pieces
but your jagged edges continue to slash at my soul
like knives when they pierce flesh
you entered my hot blood and turned it cold

i am frozen in a freeze frame
smiling with a happy masquerade
but my hope is dying
i wonder if i'm dying with it

and there you were standing so tall and poised
like a marble statue
sparkling in the golden sun
burning bright as you killed me
all with your radiating light

here i am now, rotting away
while you are six feet under the earth

i wish i had never known your love
or the passion rooted from your lies
i wish i never tasted the sweet venom
of the good in which you spoke of

because now i sit here in darkness
suffocating in violent thoughts
of things i'm still afraid to speak of
painfully ruminating over every detail my mind won't ever let me forget

i can never get back what you stole from me
your greedy hands took what should have never belonged to you

still i loved you more than the world
you knew that and you used that
but your love was a faraway dream
acceptance was just out of reach
not tangible enough to grasp
but close enough to wish upon
i thought maybe one day i'd be lucky enough
maybe one day i'd feel the afterglow
the special feeling of knowing you were proud of me
that my best was better than failure to you
that you loved me for more than what i did for you

never did i know when good turned into good enough
if my pain would ever stop being a game to you
or if hurting me was really all you ever loved me for

daddy, you were my everyday stranger
my ordinary monster
so beautiful yet vulgar to your core
and all wrapped up in a poisonous shell
stealing the innocence of those who loved you

all i ever wanted was for you to be happy
i hope you were
because i am in pieces now
lost and afraid
broken... but perhaps breaking free
sometimes i think my hope died with you
... or did it?

I.

when the flame of a candle sways so gracefully with the push of the wind, i cannot help but fix my gaze on its form.

In darkness, there exists invisible strength that the single tear-shaped glow of light fills me with.

the candle burns away its wax to give me light, like a soul who once tore away parts of his flesh and bones to give me life.

but being the person i am, i gaze for long unknowingly, finding the beauty so alluringly rare.

yet i do not tear away my flesh and bones, do not give away pieces of my heart, do not sacrifice myself for the emotions of others.

how terribly cold-hearted and cruel of a soul i am, i fear to tell the world.

i stare on always, like a statue frozen in a horrendous blizzard; oblivious, lifeless, apathetic. 'oh why,' my heart screams to understand.

ll.

untold stories beneath the layers of masks half-heartedly screaming "i'm okay", but the concealed truth is that these souls carry with them the weight of their emotions and tangled thoughts of every passing second.

a mind so loud deemed peaceful and soft with no words spoken about the matter.

people let it pass, convincing themselves to believe that the very problem was never existent since the soul does not weep loudly for the entire world to hear.

to avoid pity, to avoid sympathy, reasons all unspoken of.

I want my heart to skip

like stones in the pond

of your love,

causing ripples

disguised as the

butterflies in my stomach.

Your laughter is the

sound of thunder,

your eyes bright

as lightning.

Our love is a

thunderstorm, and

I'm dancing in the rain.

Woe is me, a tragedy.

something in which I have forsaken.

my guilt plays on my mind ,my conscious stabs me in the back ,& I fall flat on my face.

I haven't tried poetry since 7th grade, but here goes...

I reach up toward the heavens

Eyes closed in silent prayer

As Icarus flies above

Spilling wax onto my shoulder.

I catch a feather of his wing

And take off soundlessly into the skies.

Smoke and pollution twists around me

Making murals in the sky.

The sodium-colored neon

Flashes through me

Like the light of heaven.

Memories dissipate.

Moments in time become ashes sprinkled to the Sandman's dreams.

Monsters fade to dust.

Drama

I feel in my element
When I'm on stage,
Living my life
In someone else's name.

Characters are played,
Trees and maids,
The king and the queen,
And the barbaric profligate.

Background sounds blare in instalments,
The characters are engaged in a confabulation,
As if on cue, on lookers nod their heads in agreement.

Expressions and words,
Connoted and articulated,
The end commences
As the performers bow in obeisance,
And the audience applauds, in all conscience.