OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

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a winding sheet of speckled lightbulbs

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<3 LESS THAN THREE

I sat in the bathroom weak and quivering. Holding a bottle of pills to my chest, ready to die.

I had planned my suicide for weeks; I had a date, a time and the perfect method.

Until I got a message from you.

It wasnt anything special, nothing philosophical. A heart. You sent me a heart. No persuasive paragraph, no begging or pleading. Just a heart.

It was that heart that made me pick up my phone. It was that heart that made me check my WhatsApp. It was that heart that reminded me that I had one too, one that only beats for you.

I was ready to leave it all behind, I had convinced myself that leaving you would be easy.

But the minute I saw your message my heart stuttered, my eyes watered. The pills suddenly felt heavier, weighed down by the thought of hurting you.

So I put the pills down. Closed the door and sent back;

I was about to do something dumb. Im sorry

I bared my heart to you, and you bared yours back.

Im so lucky to have you and your hearts.

Because it was your Less Than Three that saved my life.

​Fragile

Don't ask me how I am

Don't treat me gently

I may be fragile

But I am empty

Don't be afraid

To talk to me

I may be hollow

But I am friendly

I'm not ok

But I pretend to be

It's all an act

But I want to be free

Don't frown nor cry

Don't be sorry

It's who I am

It's what makes me, me

I don't pretend

To be smooth or agile

But I do pretend

That I'm not fragile

I always thought,
The river of sleep,
Would wash away my worries,
And rush the past downstream,
Emptying the sediment,
Into a vast horizon of blue,
But when I woke up,
I felt the smog,
Instead,
Rising into the atmosphere,
Coating my lungs with dust,
And as I coughed,
I expelled it,
But as I breathed,
I found myself,
Inevitably,
Inhaling it again,
Submitting to this vicious cycle,
Submitting to the rest of the world.

I feel so alone
I am hungry
Yet I do not want to eat on my own
Only if there was someone to share my meals with
I would not be so lonely.

I am in need of a friend
A friend
Just a little friend
To go on with me to the end

I am in need of a friend indeed.

I feel so alone
I am thirsty
I just want someone
With whom I can share a cup o

If you wanted

to date me

I would treat

you like royalty.

Note: I originally wrote this and posted this poem on another site a few years back, and decided to share it with you all on here :) (It's now not published on the previous site anymore though)

A Glorius Day

Blue skies, a single white cloud,

Whatever could go wrong, on such a lovely day?

Planes flying overhead, albeit loud,

And on the freshly cut grass, here I lay.

Passers-by walking around, going on with life,

Just happy to continue living, for one more hour.

A wedding down the road, a man making a woman his wife,

Just a happy celebration, nothing could make it sour.

Dogs are being walked on the park,

Marking their territory on every tree in sight.

Children running around, a burst of energy, a spark

Of electricity, managing to make everyday a light.

The beautiful smells of flowers,

The colours of this colourful, amazing land called Earth

No sight of skyscraping towers,

No sign of a construction site nor a birth.

The sounds of a trickling river,

No cars or big vehicles, destroying the calm.

Waterfall, maybe? A beautiful shiver

Of excitement, leaning against a balm.

Nothing could ruin this amazing day, for once in humanity.

This beautiful world, free of criminals, thieves.

Nothing could turn this around, nothing of insanity,

No tears could wash away this memory, just stare at the leaves.

Turning green again, a new life. Just like for us, a new day awaits.

I wrote this one a while ago, I haven't been able to write poetry or lyrics for a long time.

Oakland

Dirty sidewalks, papers blowing
Streetlight changed but no one's slowing
Broken lights are gently glowing
And smoke starts rising

Lovers talk but no one listens
Elvish runes from snail lines glisten
Friends are gone, but they're not missin'
And embers softly glow

All is quiet; dogs start barking
A slow white ship looks for parking
And graffiti artists halt their marking
As flames start to flicker

Empty bedrooms solemn yearning
Schoolrooms fill, but rare the learning
Broken wheels keep on turning
And the crackling grows louder

Morning light and bells are ringing
Radios cackle with tuneless singing
Playground swings with no one swinging
And the roaring comes to life

Noontime darkness, ashes falling
Children crying, women calling
Tempers flashing, cars are stalling
The inferno rages on

Quiet morning, no birds chatter
Silent hopes, like windows, shatter
And all is gone that once did matter
Dust and ashes and tears.

Cold wind stings on my face
Black is all there is to see
Does anyone remember me?

My legs hurt with every step
I move carefully yet carelessly
Does anyone remember me?

Dreams, once so dear and daring, are now gone
Along with trust, hope and glee
Can anyone remember me?

I'm but a ghost now,
Wandering through nameless paths,
Free from every shackle, every rope,
As I move further away from my past.
Days come and go so fast,
I'm but a nameless spirit, at last,
Waiting for the day I will leave this flesh,
As I move further away from my past.

I'm a child of duality,
I'm neither A nor Z,
I can't ever know me,
I'm untamed, I'm free.

I'm a child of duality,
I always and never agree,
Is it too much or too little I see?
It is a curse to live like me.

I'm a child of duality,
Confused by normality,
Like you, I can never be,
I trust no reality.

I'm a child of duality,
Complex or absent personality,
At will, I morph what I see,
To fit the eyes of who's with me.

I'm a child of duality,
I'm always who I want to be,
And yet, I'm nobody,
On a quest to find what's missing inside me.

Home is Where the Heart is

He came to town in the summer, when the ice is supposed to melt

The coldest summer anybody here had ever felt

He entertained us nightly with his stories and his songs

Mostly sang of happy times when he could do no wrong

The bar wasn't much, and the regular crowd

Drank and talked quietly, they seldom got loud

He always kept our spirits up, just the smile on his face

Could warm you like a roaring fire in the old stone fireplace

Seems that he had played for years with a traveling country band

And all he wanted when he died was a guitar in his hand

But he always played a solo, not even a duet

And I wondered if his playing was some kind of private debt.

And I asked him why he came here, why he'd left the sun

He said "Home is where the heart is, and mine has come undone"

I never asked him more than that, but a troubled look appeared

It was three good songs and a pint of beer before it disappeared

He left a few days later, said he heard a wandering call

And he thanked us for the tips we left, the food and drink and all

He said he thought it would be best to leave before the rain

And promised that, if we were good, wed hear from him again

Winter came with spring behindThis last verse written by Iola S. Dunkle, my mother., and summer before long

But no one had the faintest clue of where he might have gone

Gone without a trace, they said, probably gone back home

Somewhere where the sun shines bright, nevermore to roam

But I dont think thats where he is; Id bet my stake on that

And if hes in a place called home Ill gladly eat my hat

For I hear his gentle playing in the sighing of the trees

His lonesome voice is singing in every autumn breeze

His eyes are clearly shining in the crystal skies at night

And though they think Im crazy, Im pretty sure Im right

That he has found another town far from the burning sun

For home is where his heart is, although its come undone.