OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

i am broken

I came here whole

now I cant find my pieces

Ive been brutally shredded

Scattered through time

These bits of my soul

are gone now, forget it

Im gone

Im useless

Talentless ugly fat failure

I hate my very being

I hate my body

My soul

My mind

My heart

If I wasnt me Id kill whoever was

Out of anger

Out of pity

Out of mercy

Out of justice

youve stolen my innocence

You taken my life

Youve tarnished my eternity

Youve made me into this

This attention whore

This display of weakness

This runt of the species

I am weak

I am frail and afraid

I am smaller inside than you will ever be

I like the feeling of skin parting

I love the taste of blood

Somebody somewhere kill me please

I have rabies

I am a disease

I infect others

You need to cure others

And eradicate me

You dont take mercy on the virus

You destroy it

Do your job

So this was a poem I wrote when I was going through a dark time, and I just wanted to share it with you guys... kinda like opening up my heart a little...

I Know I Knew

There's a girl that I knew

Who sits in the hall each day

And always says hello

If someone goes her way

There's a girl that I knew

With a smile that glows bright

And laughs like no tomorrow

She stays up 'till midnight

There's a girl that I know

Fading before my eyes

And her laughs no longer show

How happe she is inside

There's a girl that I know

Who wears long sleeves

And keeps her head down low

Because she no longer believes

There's a girl that I know

Whose soul is dying

Guilty to be alive

Tired of trying

I don't know how to help

This girl that I see

Because how can I help her

When this girl is me?

"just five more pounds" (TW-eating disorders)

An eating disorder is a gentle parisite

The kind that'll braid your hair whilst she whispers in your ear

Tells you no one ever really loved a size 10

She'll fold your stomach in half,

Until it's smaller than the napkin you spat your dinner into last night.

The first crumb to cross your lips in a week

The mind is fragile and she will spot the weaknessess.

Infiltrate the cracks like a weed,

So deeply rooted that you can no longer indentify the flowers,

They all look dead from where I'm standing.

As your lips crack,

Your hair thins

And your body crumbles under the stress

She will hold your dyeing skeleton up to the mirror

and whisper

"just five more pounds"

Alices rabbit hole

by:mixeddkidd

Black is the constant color of my mood rings.

Though I cant figure out these mood swings.

Emotions out of control

I feel like Im going down Alices rabbit hole.

Down and down this endless pit

Far far down into the abyss.

Im trying to get back to reality

And I dont even know why.

I look up at the sky,

And see the constellations,

Though I may be doing this to avoid a painful conversation.

The stars light like a beam

This all feels like a dream.

Or maybe it is

And I just need to wake up.

Though I dont feel much pain

I got a knife in my back

And a bullet in my brain.

They say Im insane

But their all just to plain.

This depression is taking hold

And making my heart cold.

But every time i think I get better,

I seem to get worse.

But I just keep going down Alices rabbit hole.

This is something i wrote years ago, i just came across it today hidden in one of my dusty notebooks. So here goes

"Mrs.Grumpy and her cats"

When i was eight ,
There lived across our gate...
A grumpy old woman, who had seven cats...
Her pretty little felines, as black as bats.
Age had caught up with our lady and so did loneliness...
Her house and her eyes, had a strange eeriness..
On warm, lazy noons, on her rocking chair
She used to contemplate, with her flowing white hair ,
Of life passed by, of death approaching...
Whilst her cats crawled up to her , lolling and scratching..
The marks on Mrs. grumpy , spoke of a tortured tale...
Her husbands wrath...over times scale...
Her grumpiness after all wasn't without a reason...
For her man had turned out to be - a high treason...
Drinks and cards were the usual frame ,
The belt then transpired on our dame...
And now after all those tears , and all those screams..
Mrs. Grumpy left alone in the streams...
Life had her way and when death made her his own...
Her soul bereft of her tortured bone.
The cats , they never left her side...
And a grumpy ghost now visits them on rainy nights..
With a bowl of milk and her tortured eyes...
Poor Mrs. grumpy still grumpy even in afterlife...

♡

I wrote this poem on a forum asking how I felt. I added onto the poem and decided to share it with the poetry forum, so here it is:

The Shore

I feel like I am drowning in shallow water, while people on the shore are telling me Stand up! Its not even that deep! Unfortunately, I cant stand up. I feel like my arms and legs are tied to the surface floor, so I sit there watching. I watch everyone else on the shore, while I am stuck beneath the waves. And if I do have a brief shimmer of hope, and I get close to the waves? I get pulled back under into the deeper depths of the water. I begin to feel comfort in the waves because they understand me. The waves taught me how to swim, but I have to keep the unhinges unlocked. I will make it to the shore.

Never stop believing in yourself.

Notes from a flesh addict

I live inside my brain

Disconnected with possession

Sceptical of life

In its mediocre progression

The things that made me, me

Are the things that cannot be

That scours and chafe

Against the surface of society

It could have been

In Ancient Rome or Greece

A place was reserved for me

With suicide girls inside fucking reveries

I might be normal then

In thought and time

Amongst the sybarites

Something measured, something fine

With no need for meaning

Except for blunt and garish feeling

And forever forcing the boundaries

Retreated or still retreating

What is wrong with me, my companions?

What ails and fails me and uniforms my tread?

If I was counted amongst the head

And the numbers were on my side

And I took back the world

Murdered gods and the inane laws of men

Dissolved puritanical support and preternatural dread

Which hold us to a power that was never meant

To be given or entrusted to the many

But to be exercised by one only

Who had the courage and stamina

To make the world his conjugal bed

I lie with friend and stranger

While winter and summer pass

And never tire or falter

From giving, nor attending class

On the human gastronomical flavour

Best served naked and un-alone

Making a dish of raging hunger

A mixture of heated skin and bone

Oh be my friction stranger/friend

Oh be my wanton end

Oh be my climatic stir

Oh be mine now and never be mine

And ever be mine if you can take what I now must contend

Fortunes Fool

for you to say your lines and set me alight. ​

I'm writing a book at the moment on my recovery. this is a poem from a few months ago when I was at my worst.

ALONE

Alone again, just me and my thoughts

Im going insane or mad of some sorts

I long to curl up in bed and never wake up

People fear coming over and seeing closeup

The mess that Ive made the stories Ive told

Maybe one day I will never grow old

The sun with set and the moon with rise

And I will be gone before the sunrise.

My Friend

Why don't we hold our breaths?
We can finally take our every worry and hold it before releasing it in an exhale of bubbles,
We can finally push off the crushing weight of our expectations,
We can finally swim to the surface and take a breath, not of water, but of air,
We can finally breathe,
My friend.

Why don't we dance among the fallen leaves?
We can finally escape the pressures of growing up,
We can finally stop being ashamed of who we are,
We can finally let go,
We can finally chance a smile,
My friend.

Why don't we run out into the rain?
We can finally let the tears we've held in for so long fall,
We can finally be ourselves,
We can finally stop pretending,
We can finally open our eyes again,
My friend.

Why don't we lay down in the fields?
We can finally lay our depressions to rest,
We can finally watch our fears melt and our happiness gradually grow,
We can finally stop keeping everything locked up,
We can finally waft away the black smoke that chokes our thoughts,
My friend.

We don't we look to the heavens?
We can finally be among the glimmering lights of the galaxy,
We can finally sing to the stars,
We can finally dream of Tomorrow,
We can finally be free,
My friend.

We will survive,
My friend,
I promise.