OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

As the Times Progress

When all of us are here on earth to live,

Time sparks the reason why we must give

Such a daunting gift of enchantment to

The person who is you, and to all who

Lost in an area in their life, gained

One found will to thrive, withstand, and attain

What there is to be on the throne of grand

Enlightenment. People from all the lands

Came here for that one goal. What will be here

As one may hold back dripping, wet, soft tears

From what they face? It is I to let you

Believe, as you can do it. When they threw

Away my belongings, I just felt like

There is nothing left. Then I found the psychs

Of my mind alter into a new breath,

A new form of myself after my death

From yesterday gave me a birth today

In this dimension. Let us know that faith,

As I walk in earth to live, and I bring

More than spirits to all. May you have wings

To fly as much as I want your soul to.

Most importantly, you are the best you.

~~~

Oath to the Covenant

Beyond our beliefs, amidst all there

Is to see, one reason why there are fairs

And lots of grass in the sky glues in my

Mind, that reason I call deity cries

In my life. When dark prevails and all

Is lost in the realm I cannot see, calls

Are made towards this destiny I proclaim

To be softened, but rough. Nothing is gained

By facing easy levels, the hard is

Where you learn and gain a grand sense from his

Word. Your life is dear, my precious, kind friend,

And I will let you know that, even when

We break apart. There is still a time to

Make that oath, and spread awareness from fruits

That have been revived, your soul is as ripe

As those fruits. Let us know our way, rights

From wrongs shall be known in the end. I will

Be there for you, and let you know that thrill

That you might have lost in the earth. Always

Keep these words to heart, and you will have praise.

~~~

Expressions

Somber glances towards my mind distribute

The will to proceed as the world roots

For mankind to progress. I see my stance

As many times of now gave me a trance,

But those were visions that gave me a will

In these days I live. I see that, when thrills

Are inside of me, I feel better. I

Embrace the deep, known sense of my soul. Cried

Out to no one but Larry, my life is

Prominent, as my will to breathe, thrive his

Name, and be growing as one large name, Ben

Is the name I have, the soul that I am…

~~~

Tranquility

Nature has its fine art, seen as last place

In the fine entities the earth has graced,

Established in the part we breathe, this life

Made me see more than the beings of right

Now, those that are in front of me. To all

That is there, Lo behold this gift of walls

That earth has tore down, and built for the times

Of tomorrow. My tranquility climbs

As the process of earth

Power Stimulates Through a Processed Soul

In the beginning, there was light versus

Darkness, and all of mankind was shaped, thus

We have the known power to create such

Humane and prosperous ideals, touched

By no one yet in this realm, resided

In theories and pieces of collided

But lost encounters. We will find the way

Back to what makes up group up for sensed craves,

Those craves we see as the kinds we lack for

Human itself. I see that in the pores

Of my skin, the person I am. Your soul

Has the power to do such a thing, holes

Are made for such a reason. I opened

Up to crave humanity from the lens

I no longer have to see… There is still

A time, a chance to let this feeling fill

Inside of you, as I am doing that

For all sake of what enters inside of

Me, whether it is from you, or above…

My counsellor warned me about this.

Being self-aware of your battle-worn self

the tired, bruised and weary

but hopeful true self

that lies within me;

being aware of her

and her existence.

My counsellor warned me.

How nobody would understand,

how in my case, maybe compared to most people

I am aware of what and why I feel so alone.

Sometimes I wonder if I kept myself in the dark

was a better option

than this knowledge

of how utterly lonely the journey of life is.

I'm trying to collect as much as I could

of things that would keep me balanced

or afloat

so I don't sink in the dark muck of my depression again.

Things, good things, to recall.

Joy triggers to remind me.

Motivate me.

But it can only go so far.

It's still an uphill battle.

Living.

Living alone.

Trying to be happy alone.

So I don't relive my codependent tendencies.

It works sometimes.

But there are a string of days...weeks

where I can't function properly

because of the guilt

that everybody's supporting me

and still feeling this way.

Alone. So alone.

When will it be enough?

Why can't I just find joy in the work of my hands?

Music. Challenges. Art. Lots of improvements.

Why do I resent that I am not enough?

Why do I loathe that there's still room for improvement?

Why do I deny myself the joy that I am not perfect?

Will I ever come down and appreciate my humanity?

Will I ever stop beating myself up for things

and just find joy

in the work that I do?

trigger warning: self harm, violence, anger

there are days i feel

so much anger

that i wish

i could split myself into two people

and have one of myself

destroy the other completely.

like a goddamn death match.

i wanna see my own face crushed by my own fists

and lick my own blood off my knuckles

and feel satisfaction that i did something right for the world

Angry bird in the sky

My, O my,

Bring me peace when you land,

On my heart, the angry meets

The others on the road to defeat.

I look away, and there you are...

The bird of Peace on my arm!

trigger warning: suicide, depression, anger, violence, death

i'm back again.

anger surfacing

like a sleeping volcano ready to wake

dreaming dreams

of plans

going out my best friend's window

no grills, or safety measure

just an open ledge

ready for flight

11 floors

i saw myself

say goodbye.

dreaming dreams.

hurting myself

telling everybody

how weak they are

hypocrites

all of them

shoving down my throat

this mantra

of "moving on"

or for forgiveness that nobody cared to ask from me.

but i am demanded to seek constantly.

forgive others

as i have been forgiven

where?

if i was forgiven i'll never feel this torment

if i was forgiven i won't even need to feel this way

if i was forgiven i won't suffer these things in my mind anymore

but no.

i have to forgive

people who are not sorry

while i keep apologizing

grovelling

kneeling to the ground

fixing myself

adjusting myself

to weak people

hatred.

i want to leave this place.

anger.

i want to hurt them all as they have hurt me

rage

i cannot so i will inflict it upon myself

death

may bring peace to all

especially me.

here's a catch 22

a trick

a riddle

if moving on

was a sign of strength

does that mean

discarding your feelings

and devaluing yourself

to let go of offenses

sound good?

i still cannot solve the problem

this riddle

i am confused.

these people

who are deemed "strong"

by the world

these people

who just "forget"

because it's in the past

these people who squirm at giving apologies.

they are strong

because it means nothing

what they did

to that person

they laugh at people who hold on to things that hurt them

i don't get it.

i guess it's easier to say sorry and pull the arrow from your friend

if it's a real arrow.

you can see it for miles. and you can easily mend your wrongs.

but if it's invisible

you call them crazy and weak.

unable to fathom you practically managed

to mangle one's soul.

don't you just love it.

i noticed this

how people

would much rather tell the wounded

to heal

than for the inflictors of pain to say sorry properly.

we focus on the victim and barely the perpetrator.

"heal your wounds."

"seek help"

"forgiveness is like nursing a rotting wound, instead of cleaning it up" etc.

but barely anyone follows

"say sorry!"

"make right with what you've done"

"fix any offense you might have made with them"

"if you've shot someone or see someone get shot, take them to the hospital and report the criminal"

"put to trial those who rape, those who steal, those who cheat"

if there's one thing i wish for today

is to get run over by a car

hopefully an expensive one by the university students

that would make me so happy.

I can feel it coming

Trickling across my skin

The way it wraps around my body

Slowly creeping into my mind

Wispering to the chaos inside me

Burning holes through my chest

It pulls air from around me

Restraint is failing in the loneliness

My thoughts become lost

Even my soul can't outrun the fire

And once again I am consumed