OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Mistakes of yesterday can make youwise today

Things you were unaware of might hurt you someday

Life can't be the way you want it to be

Well, nobody promised living would be easy.

It's not life unless youfell and stood back up

Just a little pain won't do enough

You have to be broken once to be stronger

That's when you realizeyour true strength altogether

Mistakes don't make you small

Don't listen to what people say or call

Don't let a mistake make yourself in your eyes fall

It's not the end after all.

Used to be lost soul.
Now, I'm souless.
A heart with holes.
Just looking for solace.
Empty and dying,
I cannot breathe.
Long ago, I stopped trying.
Failure, is where I succeed.

All this time we tried and failed, Some truly succeeded while some badly fell, In this hustle and bustle what we try to do, Waking up in the morning to collect a coin or few, Then, we try to do what we cannot do, Making things really worse every mistake a new, Dreaming is our hobby, We do dream a lot, Then, why on this earth we never give our dreams a shot? We never try to fly high in sky, We like looking at it from a ground up high, We never wanna do the things we routinely do, We are born to fly high above in the sky, We underestimate ourselves that we can't deny, Knowingly doing everything wrong and wrong, Is that what we've become - A machine of lies! Every second that we waste thinking of a change, Is the time we won't get when we'll ask for it, So, get outta that bed and decide a thing or two, Break your habits and change the things you don't want to do, For the time has come, to really know who are you? The world that we live in is just an illusion, Like everything vanishes it will end someday with a big bang fission, We'll be going to that soil with nothing left, Except that moment of satisfaction we can have before death, So, live for yourself, for it is your time, Making every second count and every moment shine, Smile, laugh, care, love too much, For we won't be staying here forever, Live the moment, make mistakes, That Pleasure you get is the real treasure, 'Cause life is an art they say of drawing without an eraser! ;) :)

Dusk by dusk

Day by day

I watched my black bird fly away

He's perched on branches burdened by Winter's harsh frost

Awaiting his beloved warmth once lost

So here's a poem I wrote that is (loosely) based on the story of a Japanese ghost called Okiku:

I search for them as I walk around the castle,

(One, two.)

I look for them as I walk around the rooms,

(Three, four.)

I count them as I wander around the halls,

(Five, six.)

I see more plates and hope I can find them all,

(Seven, eight.)

I search for them and I don?t find all of the plates.

(Nine.)

I search for them as I start to run.

(Nine.)

I look for the final one.

(Nine.)

I see no more.

(nine.)

No nines.

(never nine.)

No nines, never.

(none.)

I break the tenth plate.

See now this was the place to post ... anyway... this is my world ... I posted partonce before but sadly it has grown longer with time.

Does any of it matter,

As it all begins to shatter,

drop by drop?
Falling down
Into pain
No way out
Here again
Watch me drown
In my brain.

Does any of it matter,
As it all begins to shatter
Can you hear
Silent screams
As my tears
Full of dreams
Roll away?

Seems to me it's just another day.

A Letter To My Body

Dear my body,

Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.

The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the carcasses of once living beings even when deep down I felt it was wrong to do so.
I'm sorry for putting you in such danger of hearing damage - through all the times I listen to my iPod with the music blaring loudly through my earphones, and the times I spend at the front rows of concerts, the speakers so powerful I can feel the vibrations running through my feet.
I'm sorry for allowing a certain enemy to hold you so tightly, eventually causing much emotional damage and then resulting in physical deterioration.
I'm sorry for denying you of food when I'm upset, then feeding you too much of the wrong thing soon afterwards.
I'm sorry for hating most of you, even when I'm told that I should be grateful for you.
I'm sorry for drying out your hair with bleach because I hate your natural colour.
I'm sorry for making your eyes sore from using makeup and then rubbing it off aggressively at night.
I'm sorry for rubbing your feet raw from breaking in a new pair of shoes.
I'm sorry for constantly giving you papercuts from studying.
I'm sorry for constantly cursing your eyes because they are not even and your teeth because they are not straight.

But now I know that although you are not perfect, you are brilliant.
Brilliant for fighting off diseases, healing cuts and grazes and digesting food whilst I am busy hating how you look.
You are brilliant for keeping strong and surviving through physical danger and emotional distress.

Because how I looked wasn't important when I was in that car crash.
And how I looked wasn't important when I was exposed to those dangerous chemicals a few hours ago. Whilst I was running downtown to check that my parents weren't involved in that explosion, I finally realised that I take my own body for granted. If I was on that one road a few hours ago, my appearance wouldn't have mattered because I would have ceased to exist.

I take my body for granted and I wish that my body was different, but it is everything that I need. So I'll try my best to keep you healthy, and I'll try my best not to obsess over any minor imperfections that I am usually so eager to criticize.
I love you, body.

You are strong, you are brilliant and you are finally appreciated.

heaven is forever, earth is temporary.

we'll meet
again between
the clouds and forever.
you'll run up to me in a
gallop with your black
cowboy boots on your feet.
i'll hold you close,
but until then i'll talk to
through burned letters
and stars.

I thought about how we never flew Kites together Its a fine line when you try to define the finer points of the word

She was a land that was a little wild, a lot unknown, and painfully beautiful.