OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Are you there

As I sit here

anxiously awaiting your

i begin to rehearse

the conversation in my

headplanning every single ......

I pick up the phone

dial your number

the beating of my heart

becomes visible to me

as now it's trying to

escape my chest ..

NERVOUS it rings

and rings and rings but

no reply

questions fill my mind

then the worry comes

soon after

what If youre

drowning and I'm unable to save you

what if what if what if what if

what if you are no longer able to smile

and act like you are stronger

tears fall down these windows

I call my eyes like rain

I am unable to stop

because I will never be

able to forgive myself if

that's the case are you okay

talk to me give a sign universe

god Allah Buddha nanny grandad

someone higher thanI

Just one that's all

I ask for because I no nothing

and feel that nothingness

too with out he

I am

are you

there

TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE, SHOOTING

Into the darkness she steps.

She weeps, she weeps.

Towards a ray of light she's drawn.

She takes one leap. She falls.

Bang bang. Shots. Chaos.

The darkness seeps through

the light that's so overcoming.

For God she sang,

though the devil she sees-

breathes in.

She breathes out love.

She's running low on,

she's running far, for life.

Fighting, killing, souls

that could be,

but they're not.

For she fought. She lost.

One more step she takes,

as her foot burns off the ledge.

Falling-singing-weeping-shooting.

The cost

My identity is not made up of the parts

of the people who planted flowers

in the cracks of my ribcage and

then murmured into the curve

where my neck meets my shoulder.

The flowers are still rotting. I'm sorry

I smell like a decomposing person.

My identity is not made up of the time

I conjured up a mistake so stomach churning,

I couldn't even look my own

god damn reflection in the eyes.

I'm sorry for not being what was expected.

My identity is not the violent whispers

of a generation with stone cold eyes

and tongues like vipers who are willing to

skin their own kind alive just for simple satisfaction.

My identity is not made up of the people

I unintentionally hurt.

I swear when I carved my name into your heart

with the tip of my baby fingernail,

I didn't do it to stain your bones with

memoryof my laughter and the slight scrunch

of my nose.Forgive me, I'm learning.

My identity is not made up of the tasteof pity

people feel sliding up their throat

when I ramble too much or when they

know me too well. I am a forest fire!

And I will fight and I will rise

out of my own ashes like a Phoenix.

I will not be stopped. What I'm trying to say is,

I'm not a reflection of the people I have

loved and have lost and of the people I have hurt.

I am not a reflection of the time. Neither are you.

I am a piece of art and the world has not tainted me.

I am made up of every experience.

Every experienceis an atom floating

around and being drawn to the desperate pounding

of the blood in my veins. Every sweaty palmed

hand shake, every awkward stumble, every cry,

every laugh, every smile. Each tiny atom is building me

up until I'm about to breach my limit.

I am unfinished business.

But so are you.

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THE DREAM SHALL LIVE

I start, you start,

on a journey of miles,

turn by turn we keep on,

spreading happiness and smiles;

Misery is here, misery is there,

Everything is drowned it SEEMS,

But youstillhold on to your hope,

Everything's broken but dreams;

The dream shall live, for it has to,

It is the only sane way on,

if you must then cry a bit,

but overshoot the night till dawn;

The dream's real, soon you'll see,

The illusion will have to leave,

A dream it is, a life time to live,

if only in it you believe;

I, here, have a cigarette held tightly between my past and my present. And i can see my future in the smoke.

So, I thought about posting a song by Horatio Ferrer, set to music by Astor Piazzolla in his tango operita Maria de Buenos Aires.

The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this? well, you know.

You leave your house down Arenales Avenue.

The usual : on the street and in me.

Then suddenly, from behind a tree,

he shows up.

Rare mix of the next to last tramp

and the first stowaway on a trip to Venus:

a half melon on the head

a striped shirt painted on the skin,

two leather soles nailed to the fet,

and a taxi-for-hire flag up in each hand.

Ha ha! But only I can see him:

because he moves among the people

and the mannequins wink at him,

the traffic lights flash him three lights sky-blue

and the oranges at the corner grocery stand

cast their blossoms at him.

And that this way, half dancing, half flying,

He removes the melon to greet me.

He gives me a little flag and he tells me?

l know I?m crazy, crazy, crazy?

don?t you see the moon rolling through Callao;

a second line of astronauts and children

waltzing around me? Dance! Come! Fly!

I know I?m crazy, I?m crazy, I?m crazy?

I see Buenos Aires from a sparrow?s nest;

and I saw you so sad? Come! Fly! Feel!?

the crazy desire I have for you:

And so saying, the crazy invites me

to ride on his super sport illusion,

and we?re going to run over the cornices

with a swallow in the engine.

From Vieytes they applaud: ?Hooray! Hooray!?,

the nuts who invented Love,

and an angel, a soldier and a girl

give us a dancing waltz.

The beautiful people come out to say hello.

And the crazy, my crazy, I don?t know!;

he causes a stridency of bells with his laugh,

and finally, he looks at you, and sings softly

Love me this way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy?

climb up into my insane tenderness,

don a wig of larks on your head and fly!

Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!

(I hope it looks ok when it's posted :) )

Alcohol

You call the shots so I pour
The twisted taste twisting my brain
Making a way down my throat through my stomach
You close your eyes
Throwing your head back
Lighting up a cigarette
Just like you light up the party
and my life
but let?s not talk about that,
because the poison turned my emotions off.

Now and Forever

Where did you go?
I miss you so.
It seems like a million years ago,
When I could talk,
And laugh,
And joke,
And smile.
Those days were the best,
But they are over now,
They have taken their bow,
And I shall never see,
My beautiful queen.
She is gone now,
Ripped away,
By the beast I couldn't slay.
Where did you go?
All i ask,
Is one more laugh,
One more smile, one more kiss,
One more day,
One more.
But this desire
Will die with fire
Because you've been ripped away,
By the monster I couldn't slay,
Who has taken you away.
All the shining armor,
It couldn't save the day.
It's over now,
Those days have taken their bow.
Our love is dead,
Just like me, laying in my bed.
The tears are falling down,
Past my ever frown,
Because I can never smile again,
Not without you.
Where did you go?
I miss you so.
And when i think of you,
I can't breathe.
Can't move, can't smile.
My beautiful baby girl
Is gone.
And I shall never forget
The times we had,
Laughs we shared,
Smiles we made.
Because you are part of me,
Can't you see?
I need you,
Now and Forever.

"I'm ok"

"I'm ok" i lie.
Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
And i scream "why?" Into the sky,
And i try, and try,
But only die, hoping you come by,
But you never do,
I lie because nobody wants the truth,
They want to hear "i'm ok"
They don't care it's a lie,
They don't care you had to say goodbye,
And i try,
I say "i'm ok",
But i'm not.
Too bad happiness can't be bought,
It must only be sought,
But I have forgot,
What it feels like to be happy.
But i think of you, my beautiful Aurora,
And when i wore your fedora,
And I remember.
I remember you,
I remember love,
I remember smiles,
I remember happy.
"I'm ok." I lie.
Because i'm not.
I'm prepared to die.

TRIGGER WARNING (suicide)

I know you! Who am i to u

Why do you care! Im nothing!

If you took the time you would run!

I am broken I am drowning

Hear me!! Im screaming

why dont you listen!? I am nothing

Im spoken over Im the tool

you use when handy I am fighting!

Listen to me!! I suffer for you

I make you better Il give you my last breath

Just look at me! I am breaking

I am disappearing Im leaving!

Let me go! --- why wont you just...

Im sorry... i couldnt be strong anymore...

i didnt know you would cry you never listened

i didnt want to be alone anymore...

my head was a hell fire that could not stop

burning! Im sorry... i saw no future...

i saw no me...

i decided to become what i was.

i was nothing!

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