OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

The Bad Never Rest
We are tangled in streetlight glare/drying tears from our eyes/we turn to each other and grip tight/to let go is to burn and to burn is to sleep/fire fights fire and we are caught in between/we try to shield each other from the light/but the cold is not quiet/it steeps in with stentorian tranquility/we are so afraid of flying away into it/we paint with fingernails/ blood spills but still we are one/ there is a myriad of ashes dancing on our scorch marks/they sing as they sting and we embrace them/promises of forever roll from our tongues/fear of nothing creates chains from hands/

Alone

I'm here in this,
Unfamiliar place.
I'm not just here,
I'm locked in,
Entrapped.

This is a whole new
Feeling;
A routine.
Wake up, school,
Then back to sleep.

As a prisoner,
I am restricted.
Restricted from
Anyone and
Anything.

I've been alone before;
The last kid in the hall,
The only one home,
But nothing compares to
How I feel now.

Ive been sitting alone,
Stranded,
For months on end.
No words can explain
The feeling of

alone

Gambling is Dangerous for My Heart
Let's play a game
It's really easy, allow me to teach you the rules
I say: I love you/ You reply: I love you too
(Though any answer would cure my blues)
We should practice a lot
You can raise the stakes as high as you need
I would bet on the stars for you to stay
Though I'll rather bet on you
(But you won't keep still)
I'll admit, I'm cheating
I'm poisoning myself
Not playing for the prize, just for you
(What is the prize anyway?)
You're in the lead, dragging me behind
Remind me later to clear my eyes
For our twined hands blind me from the truth
That im a distraction from your main game
(Just keep playing me a little longer)
Are you having fun yet? I'm not
For the game's drawing to a close
And though I chose you as my competitor
I can't help but to feel like I'm falling behind
(Am I really this easy?)
I compared my cards to yours
Did you know you'll win with a royal flush?
My straight holds you as victor
And somehow I know you've swindled me
(Is it sad that I hope you are happy?)

what have i become where are my feelings why so numb

where is that smile that use to shine for it is no longer mine

when will i ever see that person that was once me

who is this tortured soul that i feel i must behold

how can i let it go i guess i'll never ever know

I need to get back up but I've been pushed down so far I can't see the sky anymore

The softly gentle purrs, soothe the frownings and stirs of a flawed mind and soul

that got burned by jokes, stoking the rage of a beast in a cage, that was softly asleep and happy in the deep, in love with life, oh whata strife to be back to square one

In a building all striving for the ceilings of broken glass made of diamonds and champagne in mansions of big brains

slamming glass ceilings without any feelings, these are the traps of luxury that we can't enjoy when we are money's pride and joy.

What is happiness but a few laughs in between being vampires of technology aiming for efficiencies, crackberries in a furied hurry toward the American Dream.

Creme fraiche cooked by the finest chef in a town selling sexuality and roaming thighs while wives smack husbands' eyes.

Fighting the shocks of life, the cancers and depressions when we all end up between hell and heaven as we assume our daily tasks without the hopes of heart attacks, rising pressures all get the best of us. Constantly moving is what we must be doing. God knows we try for we all must claim our prize for the success for which we strive.

Getter our foot in the door without crawling on the floor like the babies life makes of us at times.

Learning to be an adult again with years of bad choices, one day rejoicing against them. Getting off our chests the illogical ramblings of things we all remember in our darkest of decembers.

The world is but only a stage where we make our plays against our competition seeking financial nutrition.

Contributions kindly accepted, provided by sweet hearts. healing damages is a but a sad part of existence. Earthquarkes and snakes only simple phobias compared to the exhibitions of all our follies.

Best meds are the good and jolly people who help us cope. Fine friends are like dope that retsore our hope to exterminate the regrets and missteps we make while we'd rather cool off in lakes. Our teenage tendencies never quite evolve, for we are all gossips in our race horse stalls. Being ship wrecked, as grandma would say "Oh feck"

The best part of the show is remembering good times, the gentle roses caress as we win our games of chess

Making new memories and being in the present is but a gift to ourselves.

When hugs aren?t enough to squeeze away the pain,
when visits to counsellors are all in vain,
when this terrible sensation throbs through your veins.

Who do you go to
to help pull you through?

When lyrics of songs make you cry
and you can?t block out tears no matter how you try,
when you feel like you?re falling into the sky.

What would you pay
to make it all okay?

Malice seen,

As they scrutinize.

Pieces gleaned,

When we socialize.

What all means,

Failed to recognize.

Truth as deemed,

Instead were false lies.

Lost our keen,

And curious minds.

So kill dreams,

Leave no compromise.

Bare fangs beamed,

Deliver demise.

Cease their screams,

By closing their eyes.

Arrhythmia

Of pressed hearts

And vomiting sensations

Of hate and love

And in between lust

Of words that were never spoken

But felt?deeply

Of distance

And dark spaces

Of sensual whispers

Heavy set breaths

And violent screams

Of skin and skin

Against each other

Of raging curses

And suppressed longing

Of scorching tears

On cold cheeks

Of passing time?

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Of death

Through arrhythmia