OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

This is a haiku that I drafted, but never really considered posting to here. But, here it is!

crystalline surface
the colored leaves cause ripples
falling on the lake

The Problem About Zoos

-After Charles Bukowski

By: Sam Rosen

there?s a bluebird in my lungs that pleads

for a Marlboro, but I quit smoking

one year ago. I beg,

stop chirping so loud,

I?m not going to let you

die.

there?s a bluebird in my lungs that also sings for a joint,

instead I carry an electronic cigarette

to inhale water vapor as truce, so that he hides

from the workers, boss

and cops, so they?ll never know

he?s in there.

there?s a raven on my left thigh that?s tattooed

on skin, but I?m more permanent than him.

I?d cut off his legs,so he doesn?t claw my eyes,

but would he want to claw my eyes?

I ask,

do you want to drive

me to work? do you want

to scribble down teacher?s

notes?

there?s a raven on my left thigh that?s tattooed

next to a portrait of Poe, and
Poe shifts side-eyed to acknowledge

raven?s stare. I say,

this is why you can?t be my eyes,

you?re too busy stripping Poe down

to bones.

there?s a cobra on my tongue that wants to hiss

my words, but I silence him by feeding

him mice, but I?m too afraid he?ll bite

my lip, so I let him curse my enemies

and kiss my grandma.

there?s a cobra on my tongue that I keep caged

within Pandora?s Box, he absorbs the sins

I commit into each layer of skin,

and I swallow his sheddings

with a shot of Jim.

there?s a security guard decaying in my brain that

lays comatose in front of I Love Lucy reruns,

screens that are supposed to monitor

barbaric animals within my body.

he must have passed out a while back,

I feel the gnats nibbling on his skin.

there?s a guard decaying in my brain that

once tamed these animals, but now

they?ve picked locks on cages, and

it?s chaotic enough to make any man insane,

but I?m not insane, so

I must be divine -

I survive what locks schizophrenics in padded rooms,

while hugging themselves into comas.

I am god from my mind to the footprints I stamp on concrete -

my wingspan smile and converse rubber soles

invite disciples out to dinner for glasses of white russians.

I am god in my mind and a sinner on toes -

scaring my followers to stay the night between my sheets,

and are quick to leave next morning,

as they wipe snake skin off from lips,

but I?ve never spent one night alone.

A clenching heart,

An unsteady breath,

Two fists formed,

I can, I can.

A slicing word,

An earful of spite,

Taking gasping breaths,

I can't, I can't. I'm done.

🎇🎆 Play Under the Stars

Accessories of the night
Out shining one another's light
Gazes fall on them in the dark
Many a lost and found heart
Love plays its act out below
Stars accompanying, cued to go
Taking its place in the velvet sky
Shimmering, like passion in people's eyes
The scene is set for an audience that is glowing
Dreams drifting, relationships rekindled, flowing
An ongoing story with so much to be told
Witnessing joy, fulfilment and unfortunate woe
Played out under the night, half its canvas a bejewelled ceiling
The carpet the play, the people, afraid in the day no longer concealing

Hey I'm Hannah and I'm 16 I love writing and I use poetry as an outlet for my emotions when my anxiety and depression is bad. Thanks :)

she is me by Tiffany(beautifulmystry)

for the past two decades I've been looking for she
only to realize that "she" is me
this girl is strong and intelligent you see
but only to realize that "she" is me
this girl is beautiful and trustworthy you see
but only to realize that "she" is me
this girl has a voice and confidence you see
but only to realize that "she" is me
this girl I wish that I could see, is right in the mirror looking back at me

Staying quiet.

I love you
You don't feel the same
It's alright for you
But me its not okay
Watching you love her
As I stand alone
Breaking my heart
Even more than you know
I smile politely
As you wave towards me
then turn away quickly
As tears plead to leave
I try to forget
But the feelings stay true
Walking away
To guard myself from you

I can hear breathing.

Inhales and Exhale.

Of dark sorrowful things...

Lost Hopes and Dreams.

Repeatingly taken.

I can hear Loving and

Caring.What a lost art

indeed. So I stay

along thesedeep, dreadful

hearts,souls, dead things.

My Heaven, My Hell...

Your Heaven, Your Hell...

I see those breaths

hot, against the glass.

Smoke, pain, nothingness.

There is nothingnesshere.

I realize the pain.

The goneness of it all,

what a long . . . goneness.

What a long story.

What a long nothingness.

What a long . . .Go alone

to the deep woods.

Where I stand awaiting.

Where I stand pleading.

The hopes are there.

The love is there.

Yes it is I,

insaneI, love,

I know. But go.

There is life waiting

there. Just life.

That's what you've

been waiting for.

What I have been waiting

for...What we all are for...

Goodnight,my dear,

goodnight,.Yet I must

warn you. There are no

lights in the deep woods,my dear.

*Sorry I know itsucks I just wanted to write...something, anything.

Love it is not real it is a fanticy we can all live in a fanticy if we find the right one

there is power in mistakes; there is love in the coals of the dying flames

we are, all of us, flawed

separated into a million tiny fragments

just glass shards of what we once were

we are, all of us, united

by such common imperfections

such beauty in our design

we are, all of us, intended to be broken

our purpose is to shatter

to crash and burn and self-destruct

so we can, all of us, rebuild

recreate and redesign

empires of mistakes

shrines to our flaws

there is god in our missteps

there is power in every broken whisper

as we try again to fix what we destroyed

we are, all of us, ruined

we were destine for the fire

we were car crashes abandoned and deserted

on the edge of the woods

the plants grow wild around the jagged ruins

of this accident and

there are creatures living in hollowed skulls

in the mangled back seat of a teenager's pleas

we are, all of us, alive

in our death and in our birth we are heartbeats

strung across the world like christmas lights

our pulse dangles off the roof of skyscrapers

and drags and loops through the universe

we are the red thread tied around fingers

we are the blood pumping in veins

we are tired

we are weak

we are small and

we are sad

but we are so so alive in our mistakes and in our failures

we are repurposed, recycled, and reused but we areworth it

in our eyes there is desire and in our palms there is a choir

we are.

all of us.

alive.

I'll show you

how to be creepy

You'll know the a-z

of being insane

Do you remember

that scary faces

All the photos,

that most beautiful dream

Falling in love with you

was beyond my control

A person like me

should never be

with a person like you

Acting all giggly aroundyou

Just to hear your voice

on that high note

I never said

we're a couple

Just collecting beautiful memories

Just telling you that

sooner or later

a boy and girl as best friend

will fall for each other

Guess what?

You're my favourite love poem.