OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I wish I knew where my diary was, it was loaded with my adolescent thoughts and ramblings. I would love to post them here ~

Last night, I was dissociating again, and I made myself some tea (or maybe I imagined that I made myself some tea). And I made myself a poem.

This Is How To Exist

A boiling pot
The tea is hot
The tea exists.
The jasmine tea
It flows through me
So I exist.
And through the air
And in my hair
My fingers flow.
And stairs of wood
All strong and good
Are where I go.
The wood blocks call
Where my feet fall
For I have weight.
My watch glows green
Now I have seen
The time and date.
I count to ten
And count again
Intoning, "breathe".
While oxygen
And nitrogen
Flow through my teeth.
Upon my thighs
The laptops sighs
And warms my skin.
And in a tab
A small collab
Where ends begin.
Where I might scratch
I put a patch
of After-Bite.
And rock my feet
To the soft beat
Of V. Twilight.

Have you ever sat in the shower and cried?
Hot water couldnt sting enough if it tried.
Have you ever been trapped in a cage?
Struggled to breathe, your mind filled with rage?
Have you ever tried to commit?
Suicide, homocide, or even admit?
Have you ever seen your reflection for which you stand?
Or fight the dealer for a better hand?
Have you ever had the courage to dig inside your skin?
Or ask yourself where to begin?
Have you ever looked down a thousand feet?
Thought to jump and meet the street?
Have you ever loved?
Have you ever leaped?

Just remember when your world is

Collapsing and chaos is consuming

There?s a little voice in your head

That says ?shut your eyes and go to

Bed,reality can be frightening but

Worse is the images that plague

Your head, for they cannot be

Silenced.?

-Sydney

Here I come again, with my strange poetry. I hope I don't bother you too much :)

Aleksandr Scriabin composed the magnificenttone poemLe Poe de l'Extase op. 54 (Поэма экстаза)in 1908. The interesting fact is that he also wrote a long poem to serve as the programme note.

I bring you the magnificent finale, just after the Spirit concludes:"Я Экстаз!"

I won't post the original version, as it proved to be a rather pointless exercise.

The universe

Is embraced in flames

Spirit at the summit of its being

Feels

Endless tides

Of divine power,

Of free will

Emboldened,

That which menaced

Is now seduction.

That which frightened

Is now pleasure.

And the bites of panther and hyena

Are now caresses

And the serpent?s sting

Is but a burning kiss.

And thus the universe resounds

With a joyful cry

I AM!

You were the love

to tide the feelings,

but now that you're gone

I'm just lost out at sea

[trigger/content warning: self harm, eating disorder, hallucinations/psychosis]

It Does Not Follow

The Princess of Non Sequitir
is too easy to find --
she lives inside a House of Glass
that's housed inside my Mind.
she has been there -- and was there where
my fallen Stars aligned --
The most important thing is to
have Courage and be kind.

there are no Rules to follow and
there are no Rules to write
There is no morning Breakfast and
no Dinner when it's night.
for Time's a Hall with rubber Walls
where frightened Hours take flight
to mention Food is very rude
it's never never right

The Princess of Non Sequitir
is charming -- nice and sweet
she knows that pretty Girls don't lie
and pretty Girls don't eat.
there are no Socks over the Scars
that are not on her Feet --
she knows -- so much -- for there's so much
that she does not delete

she lives inside my Closet where
she reads my Diary
her voice -- is high and breathy and
is sharp and fiery --
she often makes me submit to
her fierce Inquiry
she told me not to write this Poem
she will be ire-y.

Why do I call this love?

By: Kiti

You enjoy everybody?s disapproval,

You made me forget what it's like to be humble.

Being with you is slowly changing me, but i really don?t mind and let you be.

I used to believe in every love story,

Now I almost forgot the meaning behind ''sorry''.

I know you're bad,

They say you couldn?t be worse,

But to me you're the best.

They say ''love's a weapon'',

And I don?t like second guessing.

Now we're on fine

And I forgot every prayer.

Well I guess we're going down,

Cause I don?t see any way out.

Why do I call this love?

If you find out will you let me know?

You are a shadow...looking for love, acceptance, happiness....you are the soul that refuses to die, you are love,joy,emotion. You my dear are freedom. I see you and I need you

a young person I am,
though sometimes I can be much older,
maintaining my age at different occasions is not that simple,
a life I have chosen,
with little regrets and little hope,
I have decided to just live quietly and simply,
raging emotions,happiness,passion or the need to be known just isn't for everybody,
some might say what a sad life I must lead,
but I have never really taken what people say towards me seriously,
a waste of energy I never really seem to care for,
so to the,the living and to the non existing,
this is life.its not like magic,it's simply just a messed up reality.