OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I'm so sorry if this is triggering to anyone... I wrote this a while back to a friend and I was in a bad state and was ready to say goodbye.

Dreams aren't real,
Wishes don't come true,
It's all pointless in the end,
I'll never end up with you,

I tried to help,
I tried to be the best for you,
I was your friend,
But I guess I couldn't be your lover too,

It didn't work out before,
All the arguing and all the fights,
The moon would come up,
We'd carry on till morning light,

Maybe we were too close,
You were too much of a friend,
I knew Before it wouldn't work,
It would all come to an end,

Maybe one day it will happen again,
I don't wanna leave it all behind,
But I gotta stop getting my hopes up,
Cause they end up falling everytime,

I don't wanna do the wrong thing,
But after everything we've been through,
I can see it going wrong,
I'm sorry but I'll miss you..

I know my wish won't come true,
I know we'll never be us,
And I'm sorry for what I done,
I'm sorry I lost your trust,

I'm gonna move on,
I can't keep waiting for the day,
Cause whenever we make plans,
Life just gets in the way,

I know you hear it from me all the time,
But I really mean what I say,
It's hard to do,
But you're gonna be okay...

All the colours in my life,
Are starting to turn to grey,
All our friendship,
The bond we have is fading away,

It's all over now,
I'll leave you today,
I wanna do what's best for you,
But right now I need to go my own way...

You need the best people with you,
So I'll save your life,
I'll disappear,
I'll say goodbye,

I hope you have children one day,
Have a loving wife,
Every you deserve,
Have a really good life,

I promise I'll remember what you said,
I'll try to take care,
I'll never forget who you are,
Or all the memories we share,

I'll try hard to sleep,
Cause I'll dream of you,
My dreams might keep you awake,
Even sweetest dreams of you won't ever do,

If your children point to a picture of me,
Please tell them my name,
Tell them how we met,
Tell them how I was the girl who loved to change,

If I die before you,
Please tell everyone about me,
You know the most,
Let everyone know who I use to be,

I can't promise to get better,
But I can promise to try,
I won't try all the time,
If one day you ask and I haven't tried I promise I won't lie,

If I have children some day,
I'll tell them all about you,
How you taught me well,
And everything you taught me to do,

Goodbye stranger,
Goodbye my friend,
Goodbye my brother,
Everything must come to an end,

Goodbye sweetie,
Goodbye honey,
Goodbye warrior,
Goodbye Lovely

All the times we had,
I'll keep like a photograph,
I'll hold them in my heart forever,
All the smiles and the laughs,

The last moments I'll remember,
That last kiss,
The last hug,
I'll always cherish,

Depressions loneliness

It's like being abandoned.

left to rot in my mind.

Robbed of happiness.

A feeling of emptiness.

Fake smiles mask the pain.

A vicious ,never ending pain.

one that follows me all day.

Its a strain. Just another restraint.

It's a day, just another day.

Keep your head up.

Make it through.

One more day , you are still alive.

Try and survive.

Don't give up.

the stress overpowers me.

It devours me.

Creative mind, I am not free.

Peoples words always disagree.

Worthless , with no purpose.

Ugly , never lovely.

Loneliness is just a burden.

One that makes me feel so awful.

Feeling like no one is ever watchful.

Everyday I feel depressed.

Just a girl that has long hair.

No one cares. I am just suppressed.

wish my feelings could be addressed.

Until then tears roll down my face.

I am left to be tortured.

I am left alone.

My trust has been breached countless times by foes hidden under a friendly mask.

TRIGGER WARNING ************************** Defeat and despair have taken over my frozen heart. Turmoil and treachery twist and turn inside my buzzing head. Unspoken words hang off my dry lips; begging to be spoken, not daring to be said. Troubling thoughts stab my mind like a spear. A new cut lines my already scarred arm. My movements are slothful, my mind is sluggish. Pierced and prodded with hideous words, which are far more tortuous than the strongest sticks or sharpest stones. A new cut, a new day... Too many emotions swirling around my already clouded mind, a swipe of the wrist clears my head leaving me hungry and wanting more. Pictures are painted with metal instead of a brush, my skin being the canvas. Blood oozes out into a puddle on the white floor. World spinning..can't hold on..must escape this fate. ******************** Feedback please!

Voices

Like a choir of illustrious,intangible nonsense. The man was overwhelmed by what he had always feared. He wondered if he was done since, his thoughts made his conscience question his sanity in this instance but often quite constant with an alarming persistence.

Blood ran chillingly cold, sensational highs followed by horrendous lows. There was the wonderful, but then there was also the weird I suppose. Unable to escape, asphyxiated by nonsensical illusions, his life had experienced it's fair share of unwanted intrusions.

As the crowd proceeded to engage in a riot, although alone in the room he was in, it was deceivably quite. And it was initiated like the flicking of a light switch, as they started Debating the Collating of their break in, and taking whatever they can forsaken and rake in, whilst demonstrating the selfish plan they were carefully illustrating; the desolation of their 'patient' without facilitation a full list of names with no time for waiting.

They took control of the corrupted vessel they forcibly stole, proceeded to nestle, and began to unveil their plans to reach their righteous goal. Corrode his worth and wrestle his beaten, blackened soul. Bog down his judgement clear his schedule. Here stands a face full corpse, sick minded and dreadful.

Hollow, misshapen and out of touch. A walking, talking husk that rarely speaks too much, though all that he had ever dreamt was deep within his clutch, it came at a price, and this was the lesson. His routine had been hijacked. His vice, and his most valuable possession. #makepoetrywithart

A little bit of Sunday Pasternak, how jolly!

This translation is enjoyable, albeit rather free.

February

February. Get ink, shed tears.

Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,

While torrential slush that roars

Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,

Race through the noise of bells and wheels

To where the ink and all you grieving

Are muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,

A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,

Fall down into the puddles, hurl

Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,

With sudden cries the wind is pitted,

The more haphazard, the more true

The poetry that sobs its heart out.

And here's the original:

Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!

Писать о феврале навзрыд,

Пока грохочущая слякоть

Весною черною горит.

Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен,

Чрез благовест, чрез клик колес,

Перенестись туда, где ливень

Еще шумней чернил и слез.

Где, как обугленные груши,

С деревьев тысячи грачей

Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат

Сухую грусть на дно очей.

Под ней проталины чернеют,

И ветер криками изрыт,

И чем случайней, тем вернее

Слагаются стихи навзрыд.

There is no light, without the dark,

There is no life without death,

There is no truth without lies,

There is no fear without courage,

Living in the dark has it days,

As the sun goes down,

and the dark arise,

I wonder of all this wanders,

Of a man who scream he's lost,

Of a girl and her loss,

We are not lost,

We were fated to find our own path,

Through the cold and heat,

You live not for he or she,

You live on your believes,

There are reasons,

There are faults,

There are different no matter what,

Wars and battles were our friend,

As they guide us to greatness of life,

You are not lost,

Believe,

Faith,

and trust are in your hands,

Once a light dies,

Remember to light it back,

An ache of loss,

Is an ache that can never be gone,

But as time goes on,

It's time to let go,

You must remember to light the dark,

It may never heal,

But what is loss without life,

This is only the very beginning of the poem as I've never shared before I thought this would be a starting point.

Untitled By Heartsbeatheadsthink

Pitch black,

dark flames that devour,

silken words and sinful acts,

a heart consumed and

made to believe

if only for awhile

that this is love

not simply passionate

and fleeting desire

------- TRIGGER WARNING RAPE---- Cold wood floor, reach for the door Squirm be squeezed, hurts the knees Search around, can't make a sound Limbs are weary, his hips are buried Far too strong, can't fight on Strange and deep, he smiles with teeth Swift it's over.. is it over? Came and went, legs are bent Beg no more, makes no sense "Are you scared? I AM scary." "Tell a soul, I'll rip your holes" "That was fun, but I'm not done."

American Guidance for The American Girl Want love, but depend on no one. Chase your dreams, reach for the sky. Don't sin! But go ahead, have SOME fun! Know your limits, don't stretch too high. Wear this, not that, it's SO last season. Always make sure you look your best! Just do as I say! Do you need a reason? And PLEASE, cover up, our men can't handle breasts! Just sit, just smile, show your pretty teeth. Don't speak unless your directly spoken to. Pray your skin is pretty, forget what's underneath. The Land of The Free, excluding a few and you. Follow these guidelines and I'll treat you right, The "right" I see in my own eyes. Yes, I'll care for you, respect you, just don't fight Open your mind to more pretty lies. ----- Feedback, PLEASE! I'm a song writer and I'm on the fence about whether I should leave this alone, just leave it a poem or if I should expand it and make it a song! All comments would be appreciated, good or bad! I love constructive criticism!