OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Insanity? (Happy fathers day ) Daddy , I'm sorry for all that I've done The things you've found out Even for what you're oblivious to See i said it , now its your turn . i just cant watch us crash and burn I'm sorry daddy but I can not forgive you for what you've put me through . The agony , crying , hurt and conniptions The fear , the shame . its all too much now . don't you understand how!? , don't you understand what you've done!? Take a look at you're first born , take a look at me , you've created a monster from insanity Please say your sorry , and we can go home . Back to the home , back to the place that we use to know

Anna Akhmatova - The Willow

(The translation is bad, Russian speakers will know why)

And I grew up in patterned tranquility,

In the cool nursery of the young century.

And the voice of man was not dear to me,

But the voice of the wind I could understand.

But best of all the silver willow.

And obligingly, it lived

With me all my life; it's weeping branches

Fanned my insomnia with dreams.

And strange!--I outlived it.

There the stump stands; with strange voices

Other willows are conversing

Under our, under those skies.

And I am silent. . . as if a brother had died

А я росла в узорной тишине,

В прохладной детской молодого века.

И не был мил мне голос человека,

А голос ветра был понятен мне.

Я лопухи любила и крапиву,

Но больше всех серебряную иву.

И, благодарная, она жила

Со мной всю жизнь, плакучими ветвями

Бессонницу овеивала снами.

И ? странно! ? я ее пережила.

Там пень торчит, чужими голосами

Другие ивы что-то говорят

Под нашими, под теми небесами.

И я молчу? как будто умер брат.

18 января 1940,
Ленинград

My mind is tortured
With my thoughts swallowed by pain,
Lost in my own head, stuck contoured.
Screaming out loud
Looking
For a searching lighthouse.
My ship is sinking
With my sanity overboard,
Lost in the sea, unforgiving
Strangling grasps
Reaching
For a farewell word's rasp

Tall Dark Door

I?m sitting here

Sitting

Quiet

Upon the floor

Staring up

And up

At this tall dark door

Light

Seeps

The edges unsealed

I?ve seen

I?ve seen

So much of it before

It?s empty

I know

I?ve seen I?ve seen

The other side

Of that door

But still

And still

My heart beats

A bird?s thrill

Dare I hope

Dare I grope

At this light

Behind the door

But still

And still

I sit here

Quiet

I cannot rise

From

From this cold hard floor

Rise

And step into

This tall dark door.

Peter Pan May Neverland

Asleep were Wendy and the Darling boys

When they awoke to the sound of a strange noise

And there chasing his shadow stood Peter Pan

Who found himself far from Neverland.

He told the children ?Come fly with me,

and far from this world and it?s troubles we shall be.?

Young Wendy said ?But we really ought to be in bed. . .?

Peter replied, ?I can?t sleep;there?s too much going on in my head.?

So he taught the children how to fly away

and told them they?d return

before the break of day.

Off they flew to Peter?s home Neverland

And whenever they faltered Peter grabbed them by the hand.

A few hours passed and the boys whined with hunger

But Peter never thought to eat and it filled the boys with wonder.

?Are you not very hungry, Peter?? Wendy asked.

?I don?t want to eat.?

And off Peter dashed.

They soon landed in Neverland

And met the Lost boys with their feet on the sand.

But the boys seemed rather sad

Wendy asked, ?Where are your parents? You must miss them bad.?

The boys said, ?At first we did, but not since,

The troubles of the world make us wince.?

Peter added, ?They wanted me to grow up. It makes me upset

I just want to be me, on that you can bet.?

?But your parents must miss you

If only they knew. . .?

?Something else they wanted me to be.

I was unhappy being that thing that?s not me.?

Wendy snorted, ?Sounds like you just hate

responsibility.?

All throughout the night the group went on adventures

They lived like the world was filled only with risky ventures.

Along the way they fought Captain Hook

And saw the crocodile who had eaten the hand of that crook.

They laughed a little as they heard the alarm clock clicking.

But Peter whispered to Wendy,

?Atleast I?m not the only one ticking.?

The gang all went back and started to have dinner

But Peter wouldn?t eat and went off alone to the river

Wendy followed him closely and what did she see

But Peter crying, having climbed a tree.

?What?s wrong, Peter? Why are you always alone??

Peter looked annoyed and let out a small groan.

He said, ?Day by day, I lose myself a little more.?

?Did no one ever tell you

Maybe faith means never keeping score??

?Peter I think you may be depressed, not just annoyed.?

?Gee thanks for the diagnosis, Sigmund Freud.?

Wendy, feeling exhausted, then sighed.

She had hoped that in her Peter could confide

Whatever was wrong without being so snide.

?Peter just tell whatever is wrong.?

?Ya know Wendy, you come on a little strong.?

It was then when Wendy decided she was done

that Peter climbed down from the tree and begun,

?Sometimes I feel like my shadow is chasing me

And i wish everyone would let me be

So I run and i fly so that I feel free.

Yet everyday, alone I plea

That somehow I could go back in time and foresee

That one day dead is all I?ll want to be.?

?Peter, if from this world you ever withdrew

I think I would too want to bid it adieu.

But you need help, feeling so blue

I only say this because I love you.

And if i had one wish it would be that you knew

To think your life is pointless is just untrue

And it is all your pain I wish I could undo.?

?Sorry Wendy

But I don?t feel things like I used to.?

They two returned to the dinner hand in hand

And they flew home with the boys away from Neverland.

And as the Darlings snuck back into their house

Peter snuck next to Wendy quiet as a mouse.

And knowing she was asleep he whispered in her ear

?But if I thought I could love, I?d love you, ya hear??

And he followed by his shadow, he flew away

Knowing the children would believe it all a dream when they awoke the next day

But it didn?t bother him, not a little, not at all

Because he knew on that night, much like a star,

He may too lose himself and just fall.

Here?s to you

In this life, some people are born lucky

Others lucky to be born

And when you believe yourself to be the latter

You don?t really live your life in scorn

But when you run into a dash of hope

You don?t make plans for it to stay

Still when you wake up day after day

You start to realize you?ve faked this reality for yourself

That nothing is actually stopping you from being happy

That it?s okay to occasionally abandon rationality

You only have one life to live

So live it with that hold on, hang in, stick-to-it-ive mentality

And wake up; embrace the finer points of morality

Live your life embodying vitality

We create excuses to be miserable that are not based on factuality

So here?s to you

To whatever uncertainty you?ve plummeted from lesser depths into

Happiness is the realization that you don?t just have to make do, make it through, and create imaginary worlds to drift into

This life is a gift to you no matter how you see it through

And pain is the price you pay to be able to laugh when you bid it adieu

So make the skyline more than a view

Work for the hope your life is leading into,

A shout out to the people who refuse to say ?I don?t care? is long overdue

Even more so than honest whispers of ?I love you?

So here?s to you

You?ve built walls around yourself to keep happiness from breaking through

But eventually your excuses will wear thin and it?s going to get to you

Return reluctantly to reality as the familiar room fades into view. Your imagination provided such escape from the inevitable fate, the horror, the doom and anything else suspicious you can create or assume. Tears are now present, as eyelids between glue; feel weighted, though no bad news you are sure has been bestowed, as you resiliently calculate the servitude of the coming episode. Belated by dreams and awakened by nightmares, where an ugly face it shows, an even uglier grin it bares. Extremities become weak, and numb. Air capture fails to muster it's sum between each of your ex-and-inhales. Thoughts ever quite so bleak and dumb as always this entails, whilst jagged and sweaty are nails on each finger and each thumb, as the fear sets off it's black sails, it knows it's nearly won. A weight unexplainable, sits on ones chest. The sensation secretes in between insatiable,unkept beats at their best. As your vessel confused and tired, retreats into a mode that can only be described as vile, without grace, unkind and not to be admired. Whilst you sit yourself, asphyxiated yet calming. The next stage begins it's buffer; remind yourself as always, as it's nothing new or alarming:
"You're not going to die, but you are going to suffer" #makepoetrywithart

Take away the night Sun so bright Take away the night Let me see your light please answer my plight My dreams won't take flight tonight To stay asleep I fight if I may If I might sun so bright Give me your morning rays So I can resume my days Don't delay The moon may keep the dark at bay But I prefer your morning rays Tonight I can not seem to find Any peace of mind I can not unwind if you would be so kind I hope with all my hope combined That when you come unsigned You will help me find My peace of mind

She leaves no footprints in the sand The waves don't dare to lap her feet She holds the moonlight in her hand And deems the sunrise obsolete.

I sit before my window watching as it rains, the glass merely reflecting all of my innermost pains, the splatter of the the raindrops stream down, just as my own tears, awaking old memories and revoking my old fears, I long to bask in sunlight, just as I did in the innocence of a child, back when I was free, back when my dreams ran wild, but now I sit I somber, wondering if I will ever find, that truly special someone to prove not everyone is so unkind, a man who will heal my fragile heart, someone who truly loves me, helping my past pains to depart, but until then I remain sat before my window watching the rain, my tears overflowing, mixing with my pain.