OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

The back of my mind is filled with doubt. You're not sure what you should do. You take a breath, and dare to face theworld anew. You get up, open the door, and the wind breathes a familiar song, but you see the towering trees surrounding your home. You take a stepout, and hear the birds rant and rave of the new day, with its promising warmth and crysyal clear sky, it seems almost a reality. Then you remember the voice. The voice.that runs a chill up your spine everytime you hear it. The voice that softly, ever so softly, doubts your intent. It sings you lyrics of blame, for all that you've become. It tickles the back of your throat as it sinisterly chuckles at your choices.It keeps you waiting with its ever so subtle notes of disapproval and disagreement, and openly.mocks.your very core of self. It rattles on of your persona, your cherished moments, your appearance while you lie eyes wide in the middle of the night. Then, suddenly, he disappears. You still wait for him though, as if he werent far. In time, you forget the words that still ring in your head. You are able to fall asleep, no longer haunted by the idea of him returning. He had ran away, as he is and always will be a coward. He sees when he's in danger, and proceeds to run as far from it as possible, never for a second returning. Heeventuallywill lose his battles, and nothing to gain of his misery butevenmore misery andpain. But he cherishes his misery, and denies everything else now

The World Around Me

I sank in this earthly sphere, knowing not

Of the richness from my own deepened thoughts

That pushed me forward from the times ago.

In this cognizance of dissonant flow,

How can one think while pacing for miles

And miles in this stretch of land? While

My brain is mostly vast in the realm I call

The World Around Me, this heaven

i dont know how to feel on my birthday

always.

i struggle between joy and sadness.

i can't explain why.

Echoes of the Night

Train whistle sounds

in the dead of night,

it's voice is haunting and clear.

A lonely call,

to no one,

and yet,

it is I who hears.

I wonder where it is going,

and from whence it came.

Imagining its journey,

to destinations unknown,

sleep, again, overtakes me,

an odyssey all its own.

If I had one wish to make come true, it would be that I never knew you. How could someone just take my innocence away and just think that was ok? Why did this have to happen on that horrible day? I'm afraid that I'll never be ok because of the nightmare that you turned into my life. It's not fair and it's certainly not right. Now I have to get on with my life but it's a struggle, it's a fight.

You were perfect.
Everything she had ever wanted.
You were lovely.
Too much, to the point where she wanted to vomit.
You cared.
A lot more than she had ever imagined.
You were sweet.
Sweeter than every word she had ever blurted.

- Mel 🎀

Goddamnit

I should have moved on from you

Then why do I still miss you?

It's been a year

And I still remember you

Would it be okay to say hi?

Or just leave it to the wind, and hope...

romanticised feelings

idealistic dreams

all my hopes

I took the courage to face them

by writing to you

only to realize that it's not negative reactions

or overly positive ones that are real.

it's the nothingness.

of you ignoring me

that is the reality of things.

the reality is, you've moved on.

and i wasted a few minutes to carefully write a note.

and as much as it stung a bit

it probably is the most liberating thing

i ever experienced.

If I had one wish today

This wish would be my cure

In the dark, I can see you

lit up through the fire

I live this life of sin

Concreting many demons

I find redemption

In the words untold

I write truths

But do not speak honesty

For quiet solitude is my barrier

My protection

This is an untitled poem

His rough hands glide against my skin
Callouses marred by years of work
My body aches and I
Feel his pulse beating against me
Counter rhythm
There is no more
He has become my undoing
In essence
He has become my breath
And I cannot breathe