OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Days are good,Nights seem better...

As I walk through the rain, the rain which mirrorsthe circuit of my brain...

I feel comfortable, while everyone else is stressed and drained...

for once,

I feeltruth....while everyone is guessing...when is it going to stop?

I don't care,I wait, I wait for it until it changes, in me, the change...

their good days,but my better nights..

affecting no oneslife...but only mine,

sacrifices being made on behalf ofpotential tribes...

all in hope of being blessed with a soundmind, again...

I don't want them to feel my rain!

So they can have good days while I try andfind peaceful nights .

Just thoughts...

Wounded - Mahara Oliveira, for a friend who's dead

First gunshot
Did it hurt?
Second gunshot
Did you get scared?
Third gunshot
Did you remember the promise you had made to me and all the advices?
Fourth gunshot
Did you pray one last time or just begged for your life?
I keep wondering, Sandro
If in your way to the hospital
You remembered of your promise, your draws and your note
I keep wondering, Sandro
If in your way to the hospital
You remembered of the times that you smiled, our pictures and your family
I keep wondering, Sandro
If in your way to the hospital
You cried because you remembered of all of those things and your friends
I keep wondering, Sandro
If in your way to the hospital
You remembered of me
And thought
Just for a moment
"I shouldn't have broke a promise"
Because I remember
Your promise, your draws, your note
Your smiles, your jokes, our pictures
I pray for your family and for your friends, including me
I pray for you, Sandro
Because I can't stop thinking of you
None a ---- second of these days
And I'm sorry
I'm very sorry
I never told you, Sandro
How much I love you, my friend

expletive deleted by forum mentor Annie

Burning houses

Why am I always attracted to self-destructive people?

Maybe it?s because I SEE them

Maybe it?s because burning houses shine brighter than lightbulbs

Blazing fires draw me in and like a moth I flutter closer

And closer until my tattered wings get burned

I fear someday I?ll immolate myself

A pagan sacrifice to appease your inner demons

I run around looking for more wood - I don?t know

If you?ll use it to fuel this inferno or to keep the ceiling from collapsing

Every time the Earth quakes I?m right there

In the middle of the room - Atlas

Hunched over carrying the weight of your insecurities

I keep trying to drink all that water drowning you but

My stomach can only stretch so far and my body

Can only process that much water before it turns into an ocean

So I get seasick on the floor

Heaving

I know no one will clean up this mess if I don?t

I Feel

People often tell me
I make them feel like
They?re unworthy of my presence
Because I only join them
In meetings so few
They swear they can count them
On their fingers

They say I shut them out
When they just want to be let in
They say I don?t appreciate
All that they do for me
They say: ?You?re cold,?

But when they say these things
I find myself
Backed into a corner like an unwanted rodent
Attacked from every angle
When I just want to pass unnoticed
When they say these things
I FEEL
Like a wall further divides us
For they claim to so desperately need me
That when I finally do open my arms
I?m actually shocked when I?m left unembraced
And suddenly, I feel

Cold.

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The hallways were dark
And riddled with tears
As Students' sobs
filled your ears
Because
Nobody knew
That all these years
He faced his demons
And hid his fears.

The halls, all the smiling faces, Drown out all of my stressed paces. As the tears fall from my eyes, Something inside of me dies. I run away from all my fear, Pushing away those who I hold dear. Suddenly I feel like I'm all alone, Wasting away to nothing but skin and bone, The voices tell me 'Do it now!', So I grab the blade and press it down. They call me a freak, a bitch, a whore, With the intent of breaking down my internal door, With the intent to break my mind and soul, I'm slowly losing all control. My body numbs as I lay my head, On the floor quickly turning blood red. I give my neck a little twist, And look at my deeply slitted wrists. I smile weakly to myself, As it all turns black and I go to hell.

Alexithymia (difficulty describing feelings to other people)

How can I say it,

When all they do is stare at the top of my head?

How can I show them,

Without their self-righteous souls being fed?

Can I think it,

Without my thoughts being read?

Do I have to speak,

When what I've done should never be said?

Is it too much,

To tell them that I just want to stay in bed?

Would they really care,

If I was simply dead?

- l.n.

I can't deal with this much pain I'm just so weak and timid The more I think The less I breath Lungs filling up with fluid I sit here in the tub and slowly start to sink What if my sister found me? What would my family think? They know nothing about my past Except my frightful scars I close my eyes and think of death I rather be counting cars I slide my body down past my neck Being careful not to breath Should've left along time ago But people just keep saving me My heart starts beating faster But this time I will succeed No more procrastination Not this time, you will see

Look around now one two three- at all these people watching me- and I watch them as they go- not showing what they'll never know. Hurting, crying, sobbing pain- but all they know is traffic, rain- fear not dear stranger I'll never show- and you will always be free to go.

I am a child of the earth gone wrong
The sound of struggle is my song
I come and go and fade away
Too wild, in no one place I'll stay
I am a danger to myself
Paying no attention to my health
Only fun and so long as I'm free
A harm to others I shall not be
The moment to me it is conveyed
That I'm locked up without a key
I shall turn on you, betrayed
Saddened, as such crimes you've paid to me.
So, dear stranger, as you enter my life
Agree to love me only as I am
A wild child fallen on times of strife
As broken as a battering ram
I am a child of the earth gone wrong
Content a wandering soul to be
I come to you to share my songs
So long as you set me free

-Jordan Cameron