OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Sometimes I worry

Nights like ones similar at the moment

Where I'd remain sitting alone.

It dawns on me that I've always sat alone

in a tiny room

infront of a tiny window

looking into something real virtually.


Would Tinder solve my problems?
Meeting random strangers who swipe for a quick fix

I've tried going out.

But nothing much happens.

Often surrounded by minors

And no possible partners of legal age.

Learning things I've loved,

healing my inner, frustrated, child:

violin and writing comics.

Are my ambitious just too childish?

What would mature people choose?

My friends are all slowly falling in love

or have loved and failed.

But at least it's not

within the confines of JUST

chatboxes and video calls.

It was real, and it bore fruit.

A fatherless daughter

A clueless mother

All the same, an experience that brought life.

But what about me?

They say I breathe life

in a somewhat ordinary day

with pictures

but that's all they are


pictures.

Meaningless days

Days like today

Afternoons so quiet

I can't think of something better to do

Even of chores are waiting for me too

Something else

What else?

Life is ordinary

Yet they say it's extraordinary

Where is my share of the pie?

Will I even have a taste of that pie?

Or I slept through it

from the fog that's covered me in years?

Did I miss my chance to experience the fire

That burns within every creative soul?

Have I been so used to the heat

that I no longer get off my seat?

Will I just stay here

being ordinary?

Missy & Johnny Elder

Missy looks to the broken mountains, their jagged walls alien and foreboding.
With her eyes closed she imagines the two of them staying here, living out the remainder of their lives.
She knows however with the rising of the Sun it's time to be off, their destiny lay beyond the distant ascent.
How they were to set things right, Missy didn't know, the dreams were rarely wrong though...
Johnny Elder sits at the table, poring over the maps that were now comically outdated
His deeply-lined face smudged with the dust of the past, the worries of the present.
"Where will her visions lead us?" he thinks to himself as he tries to stop his hands from shaking.
Gathering his composure, he braces himself for the journey, and steels his will against the guilt that threatens to overwhelm him...
Entering their modest cabin, Missy beckons to her comrade in arms, her tether to reality, the shield against the chaos.
Gathering up the maps Johnny Elder rises from his chair, both creaking with age
"Where to my dear", Johnny Elder poses the question even as he knows the answer.
"Beyond the broken mountains, where our search begins" answers Missy with a sadness in her voice.
Stepping outside, both travelers shoulder their laden packs and step onto the broken pavement.
These unwitting creators of the new age will save those who'll never know their sacrifices.
All they have are each other- for this altered world can provide nothing else.

Lack

I can see it's not home

The aching arms, absurdity.

I can see it's eyes

Watching on through floors.

Wasted parts and broken bones

Can you feel, my lack?

They will get to see

A better me.

Watched by angry guests

We are bound, and warned.

Mixed ideas, virtues

Unprotected by threats.

Language spoke in noise

by the mating guests....

They will never see

A better me.

Went and waste these dreams

I know that you were right.

Cut out and replaced

as the speed of a sigh.

I never wanted much

but we got, too close.

There will never be

a better me.

seven cups has a bad habit of cutting you off

you're writing a poem while waiting for a listener

and then when it does find you one,

it just closes the damn window to bring you to the chat room.

it's not very smart.

now my train of thought is lost

and i still feel like an idiot

for liking someone

that i shouldn't even like in the first place.

I hope I'll be forgiven

for having feelings

to someone who listens to me

Sometimes I'm afraid

it's just a repeat

of the pattern I've woven.

Loving a stranger

I never met

but fully knows a lot about me.

From feelings on June 21st.

No one can fight the demons in your head but you. But I'm so tired of fighting. My shield is broken, sword cracked. I lay dying in a bed that was build to hold me up but only brings me down.
No one will notice, no one cares the voices say. You're not worth even the tears you're drowning in they scream at me. Eventually you start to believe them. I drop my sword and it shatters on the floor, shield falling to the ground with it.
Come get me shadows, I've been ready for so long. It was merely human nature holding me here. I scream at them to take me, but the shadows stay put. You have to take the step towards us, merely the first step, then we'll take you with us. I'm screaming at my feet to move forward but they won't budge. I guess I haven't lost yet, but I sure as f*ck haven't won.

Tonight

hold me

remind me

what it feels like

to be unbroken

Bouts of loneliness

Sometimes I'm so tempted

to message my ex

still.

Hoping he'd share with me the happiness

I always hope my friends or family

would have for me.

Sometimes I'm uncertain

of the people close to me.

If they truly love me

Or they just like me around

to feel fortunate about themselves

like they're smarter or better than me

when I feel down.

I honestly feel barely valued

by people who claim to be my closest friends.

Whenever I try to give my concern

nobody listens.

But they can scold me the same way,

expecting me to think they know better.

Funny.

I always feel alone.

I'm not sure if it's real

Or just my anxiety.

But there are often days that I

really think

nobody cares

and nobody really listens.

While they all talk about their shallow lovelifes

but never respond to mine.

I wish to distance myself further.

Maybe find new friends

or none at all.

Just go with the flow

and learn to keep people an arm's length away.

Since the moment I invest

all I get is disappointment.

you're travelling with my heart.

there is a rope tied around it,

while you're driving through the streets

dragging it along wherever you go.

it's bleeding and homesick,

but all you do is drive faster

further away from my body

and I can barely breathe.

please

give me my heart back.

(wrote this a while ago)