OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Not a poem but the 1st lyrics of a new song im writing if that counts as she smiles her soul is aching as she laughs her heart is breaking everyday shes who she has to be everyday she feels like she cant breathe standimg in the sun to only feel the rain walking tall and strong but inside so much pain and she asks herself will they ever know and she asks herself to stay or let go and she feels lost afraid and alone she sees so much beauty but none of her own she stands in a crowd thinking she cant be seen but im here to tell you ive been where youve been I can see through the painting on the wall I can see you standing in an empty hall I can see the dreams fading behind those eyes and im here to say live dont just survive I can see the tear that you try to hide I see the ocean in it the waves the tide I see the the darkness that your drowning in but also see the stars so pure bright shining I know you feel lost and I know you in fear but I can see past you pain at your beauty here so look into my eyes and fear no more look into my heart and ill make you sure while you are weak I will hold you till the end while you are alone I will be your best friend when you in darkness ill light your way when your ready to talk ill hear wat u say when you feel unloved there is no one ill hold dearer when you feel far way I bring you nearer when you feel hope is gone and ur alone I promice you my friend I will carry you home

Not a poem but the 1st lyrics of a new song im writing if that counts as she smiles her soul is aching as she laughs her heart is breaking everyday shes who she has to be everyday she feels like she cant breathe standimg in the sun to only feel the rain walking tall and strong but inside so much pain and she asks herself will they ever know and she asks herself to stay or let go and she feels lost afraid and alone she sees so much beauty but none of her own she stands in a crowd thinking she cant be seen but im here to tell you ive been where youve been I can see through the painting on the wall I can see you standing in an empty hall I can see the dreams fading behind those eyes and im here to say live dont just survive I can see the tear that you try to hide I see the ocean in it the waves the tide I see the the darkness that your drowning in but also see the stars so pure bright shining I know you feel lost and I know you in fear but I can see past you pain at your beauty here so look into my eyes and fear no more look into my heart and ill make you sure while you are weak I will hold you till the end while you are alone I will be your best friend when you in darkness ill light your way when your ready to talk ill hear wat u say when you feel unloved there is no one ill hold dearer when you feel far way I bring you nearer when you feel hope is gone and ur alone I promice you my friend I will carry you home

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Pins and needles are in my head.
Sometimes I feel like I'm driving myself crazy.
Darling do you really have to go?
It's cold outside,
And I really don't want to be alone.
Razor blades slash my throat as I cry
Darling do you really have to go?
It's cold outside,
And I really don't want to be alone.
Don't worry, don't fret.
It'll all be over soon.
These lies only paralyze,
They hide us from the truth.
"It's cold outside,"
I say as I begin to sweat.
My eyes turn dark like the night sky
But I shiver as I whisper,
"I really don't want to be alone."

In front ofthe 7 Cups house stood a Lovely People,
Lovely Peoplelooked through the window,
saw a Wonderful Humans love hug each otherand knocked upon the door
"Wonderful Humans, Wonderful Humans let me in,"
"I would like to have a drink"
"Lovely People, Lovely People come inside,"
"and let's have a cup of Love and Compassion"

"I would not such foamy broth have found so endearing,

save thatthis mystical brew doth sew my mind and heart together."

Context: I heard some coffee stores had agreed to give coffee in exchange for poems. I know not of any such coffee store but here is the prose I give to the person who decides to buy me coffee. 'Cause I love me some coffee...

Honestly, I don't share my poetry often, but this is short and sweet. The following was something I caught myself singing the other day:

Where there is love, there is light,
And I feel it burning from inside
My soul - it sings songs of joy.
True love isfor every girl and boy.

I might turn it into a song.

There is a boy I talk with I guess But there is a thing I need to confess I don't know why but from the second he talked He somehow managed to reach my heart And the more he told me I guessed it was right The saying you know about love at first sight But the more I thought the more I feared He would think I'm dump, stupid or weird We were so similar like soul mates or friends I felt my heart aching for this newly made chance I didn't even know him, only talked for a bit But I already liked him and just thought ---- I wonder if it's love that I will achieve But if he wants me to stay then I will never leave This is the most positive one i could find haha but idk maybe someone will like it it's so very cheesy tho xD

I feel like I'm crashing inside,

Its like drowningslowly all the time.

I can't stop to think about all the things we were,

And know, sun is shining but I feel cold,

That kind of cold that break my heart.

And I know you're happy with her,

and for you I'm just other ghost of you're head.

How you could forget me and leave me behind?

How you could erase me from you're mind?

I hope you'll be in a paradise with her,

and after all, I'll be here, feeling the same.

i have always believed drowning was only possible under water. yet recently i kissed a bunch of endless bottles, ive kissed pills, ive kissed people, ive kissed blades and bandages. with every kiss i had drowned with a deeper sorrow. i now understand that sometimes drowning is the absence of air and being unable to breathe. i do not know what it means to have drowned and be able to walk, blink, smile, laugh... i do not know what happens in the process of drowning in my sorrows that allows me to relive them again each day. i do not know.