OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Its a poem by sara teasdale..

The Look.

Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But colin only looked at me And never kissed at all.

strephon's kissed was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in colin's eyes

haunts me night and day.

Distances so big

time passin by,

words left unsaid

same with the feelings i guess.

so much history

cant ignore it like this

cant risk it all

for a stupid teenage relationship.

so what do we do?

walk away and not confess,

feels a little wrong

but maybe its for the best.

and so the story continues

with us being just good friends

with awkward silences over the phone, arguing over Harry Potter, midnight video calls and all those other dumb things we do

i guess I'll be okay with it

as long as its you.

I dug myself deep
Into 'I'm fine's and sorries,
Now my piercing screams
Don't reach your ears.

Or do you, do you hear it?
And choose to ignore?
Do you think they are just prickly thorns
On my path to get to the rose?

Are my wounds superficial then,
The pain not worthy enough
For one warm hug? For one moment of empathy?
For one 'I know you are tired love, rest'?

Maybe they are a mere blip
In your grand scheme of things
Maybe you hope all the cuts
Would grow me a thicker skin
Make me someone who you wish I was

Maybe you dream of the day
The day I finally breathe in its sweet fragrance,
I'll look into your eyes with infinite happiness,
And you can finally lay your weary limbs to sleep.

And maybe, maybe I'll finally get that token of appreciation?

For that's all I seek,
That one smile of pride,
That one gesture of kindness,
And can I hope a word of love?

So I'll trudge this dreary path, for you,
Staunch my pain with all my might,
Muffle my screams in mirthless laughs
Hide my tears underneath empty smiles.

I'm afraid though, when I do get to touch its soft petals,
Instead of thicker skin, I'd have bled my last ounce,
Maybe filling your cup would drain mine,
Maybe I wanted the simple Jasmines?

No, don't worry, I'll wave my hands around,
Dispel the cloud of doubts,
Cause I'm just one immature child,
A coward afraid of wounds making excuses, right?

For now, please don't
Don't turn off the light,
My shadow's the only one left
To hold onto me tight.

(The title is in the end)

Can somebody, anybody, just end my pain?
I didn't know what have I done to deserve this much pain, and live throughout it day by day.

I'm ready to get my heart stabbed by knife, just literally. Because words are sharper than knife, I don't think I can bear to hear anything anymore, and let my mind wander aimlessly with (negative) thoughts anymore.

I don't understand why God put me through this. They said, God only gives us things in our capability, things that we can handle. I know my thing is nothing, but I can even barely handle.

I cried out loud, and nobody sees. Nobody answers. Nobody cares. Nobody understands.

If... If I'm not scared to die anymore... What is there to be scared of??

i may not understand you

but it is impossible

for me to be more sure

of how right everythings feels

when your mystifying mind

lets me in

hearing the vigor in your words

seeing the candor in your eyes

until now,

i never knew what it felt like

to get chills at the sight

of someone else’s happiness

if this is it

God

i hope i am never warm

again

" I awoke in the same place,

in the same bed,

and in my same skin.

Yet everything was different."

-DN

We used to laugh together

We used to talk together

We used to smile together

But it was simply my imagination

We did laugh together

We did talk together

We did smile together

But only I kept those memories

Six months apart and everything has changed

I reach out to you, I try to talk to you

But you ignore my calls

Six months go by and I stop trying

To recover the friendship that we used to have

Six months and you come back,

I say I miss you, I greet you

You ignore me

And steal away my closest friendship

Two friendships shattered from you

But I’ve learned now,

If you don’t give a shit about me, I shouldn’t about you

We’ve gone our separate ways, though we see each other every day

But not as friends

You stole friendships from me

Yet I see you every day

But now I don’t give a single shit

And I know it’s futile to try to recover what we once had

Or stolen friendships

Memories in my head of my love for you.

Tears in my eyes for the love that was true.

Love in my heart which you didnt see.

For your love was for another and not for me.

What did you grow up doing?

Was it different from me?

I did not begin to "grow-up"

Until the age of 23

How can you grow in this world so small

There's no room for you

No room for you at all

We have to leave these little pink houses

Because if we don't

The world will go past us

So what did i grow up doing

Im not so sure yet

But ask me in 60 years

Im sure I'll remember it

Its eleven fifty-two

And here I am

Half dressed and talking

To who, I don't know

The conversation is fast

Our topic is familiar

I'm sure I answered these questions before

Perhaps they needed reminding

I look to the door

The night is covert on the lawn

Then the clock tells me it is twelve thirty

But I did not hear it ticking