OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Is she my friend ? is she my foe? This bella that i've come to know this little voice inside my head My secret weapon my hidden perfection my motivation that I have kept A little child who wishes me dead

Try again...

Stumbled and fall..

Fail again.

i ran away..

no longer can face..

Give it another try..

You hold my hands..

Try again together once again..

Hold my hands

And never fear..

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Surround by broken glass

Oh my fragile lover

Don't come near the edge

Put your hands away from them

Don't let your skin be stained again

I'll give you my heart and mind

To stop you from crashing down

Oh my fragile lover

I love every bit ofyou

So treat yourself like how i want you to

Someday i'll be the one to treat you right

From day till night

Hold on tight

I will be your light

If you would always be mine

I will give you my all

If you'd hold my hand

I am just a humble painter

That will never surrender

Forever and always

I would forever be here till the end

Oh my fragile lover

These three letter words is not enough

Oh my beautiful lover

You will forever be mine

It would take time to rewind, so the only thing we can do is pause, let ourselves stay in one place, but nothing else will

We'll become a stain impaled on the universe,

Left to deft recollection, and dwelling on our own perception of our imperfections.

Only fed by others evil and their deception.

Waiting for something to set fire to a bad feeling and burn it away leaving only a days ashes.

I'm lost to the day I prefer the night. Less to see and less to fight.

Less thoughts out there less people applying their evil.

Cause people don't try to dream evil it's just an off chance, nobody hopes for nightmares, they're just a feeling of terror sometimes unexplainable, even if the situation inside isn't one of danger, it could even be over simplification.

A message so based and raw that it's incomrehendable unless you only take it for its core.

I once dreamed I was on top of an unrealistically tall ladder, so tall it swayed left and right till I though I was nearly at my side.

It was raining and cloudy, the wind was powerful and rowdy.

There was a ledge to my left but I couldn't reach it I didn't think to swing I just held on to everything and by anything that I could.

I had a lot of time to think in that dream, but nothing could make me forget that situation, the ledge was so close but so far, nothing was staying still but me. But out of all the things nothing concerned me more than the platypus at the bottom that beared a ducks feet.

All the danger that that dream held and I just stared at this platypus dipping in and out of the flooding rain, that unbelievable high flood of rain.

That this platypus was overpowering to stay at the bottom of this ladder, but the ladder was so tall I shouldn't have even been able to see it,yet when I looked it was like I was looking from the bottom.

And when I stopped I was back at the top, with the swinging swaying and a ledge that holds meaning of timid fear or bravery.

Could I make it? What would I do then?

If I fell where would I be then?

If I was on that ledge where would I go?

If I jumped and slipped what would I know?

Regret? Mistakes? My suddenly decisive fate?

But what about the platypus? They're harmless.

Yet all I could draw from this one was a sense of evil.

That if I was next to it it would consume my soul without me even knowing.It would carve out a space in my heart for it so stay and spread demons through my blood.

I'm just being really adjective all I got was a bad feeling.

But in dreams everything is so powerful at the time,and there's no transition from setting or scenery, one moment it could be outside next it might not even be possible to think of in a normal mind.

Dreams are so open that they aren't thinkable.

We struggle to even remember them. If you don't find meaning in one or try to hold on it could be gone ten seconds in to your day.

But a damn platypus with duck feet. That hilarity must stay with me, do you know why? It made me was to take the risk and jump even though I was that high, it made me want to try.

And do the braver things. Sure being down in that flood would've been bad as well.

I have no problems with platypi I've never even seen one in real life.But I dreamt one that had the devil In its eyes.

Never underestimate a dream or your mind, it could easily leave you smitten and beat you down with a book that no one had ever written.

My words dissolve from meaning, without people to provide context or even a form to flex.

My mind is a hallway full of darkness that has hidden doors to light. I keep them secret and locked as to never lose that fight.

My mind is so lost it isn't even part of my reality anymore, it's just this thing I know I can draw sometimes, illustrate, doesn't mean it'll make sense or ever have chance to contemplate.

Tangents can grow by losing meaning.

I had a cup of tea, the more I drank the faster it went cold; but when I was done drinking I switched out the cube.

I was pretty drunk and now got to have it iced.

Some say nicotine helps clear their minds, it fills mine, yet sometimes, things align, words comply, and everything starts to rhyme. it's part of the nightshade family; but is a lampshade too?

In an effort to light the dark there was a necessity to dark the light. Lamps used to have fire so there was glass,was it just to let the light through or to keep the heat in too? Is it saving danger or making danger?

If it fell it could still break, then you have a pile of flaming glass, if you touched it it would still hurt, but yet there was a balance, the wind would not affect it and it couldn't catch if things were considered around it.

Dejavu can be made a metaphor by the ocean. It is the waves, we are surfing the present,above sea level is the future, the waves take us up to a feeling of what's to come, then retreat down to what we remember, we stare at the present and try to see into the ever distorting past.

Where are we going though? You'll have to look up to know

i need to know
if you're sure
that you still want this.
that you still want me.

🕐1:21
When the world becomes silent my mind becomes loud
It's hard to sleep in silence when your thoughts won't turn down
It's1:21in the morning my eyes are shut but I still see
The music isn't loud enough to mute what repeats internally
Positives turn to negatives and negative stay so
My good is torn down until it's a new kind of low
A constant battle I fight to defend myself
It's hard when the opponent is yourself
If your told something long enough you begin to believe it
Thoughts work in the same way altered with every hit
I can't stop this it happens every night
Do you now see why I think my thoughts are always right?

Everyday Lies
by: Monarda

Well, because you asked- I'm fine.
I'm telling the truth, no need to
worry.

(Well, because you asked- I'm not fine.
I'm about to break, but please don't
worry.
Well, because you asked- I'm doing terribly.
I'm trying not to cry, but I'll be okay,
I think.)
To be honest, I'm not fine.
​But I'd never have the guts to say that.
So just trust me on this, please.
Just like everyone always has.

My cherry blossom

Is as beautiful as a sunrise

She intrigues me

With her simple

Elegance.

She is

My sky.

My cherry blossom

Is about to bloom.

She's at her peak of health

And beauty.

She is

My sun.

My cherry blossom

Has left too soon.

She was extraordinary

While she was here.

All that remains of her now

Is just a big

Mess.

She is

My moon.

Compelling think