OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I posted this earlier, but I made a few changes and wanted to get some feedback. It's designed to be read aloud, as I'm thinking about presenting it at school (assuming I don't chicken out). If you have any suggestions to make it flow better or make it more meaningful, or maybe any comments as to things I should add or anything that might be considered offensive, I would really appreciate it 😊

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are beautiful
For you can not see the fire in your eyes when you talk about your passions
The way your hands gracefully fly over paper
Drawing out poems, images, whole new worlds
Just to escape the one you are in

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are kind
For although you can't feel the happiness you bring others
You give everything for them
Doing anything to make sure that they
Never feel as broken as you

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are good enough
That your calorie intake does not determine your worth
That the number on the scale does not measure how much you are loved
That even skin and bones will never satisfy your longing to be in control, to be perfect, to be enough
Only you can do that

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are valuable
That you don't need to draw out your feelings in sharp crimson lines
Because the monsters within you do not lie under your skin
But deep within your soul
And the only way to kill them is to let others in
Because blades, lighters, fists, nails, bottles, and pills will only make them stronger
And their words are not true, and their presence is not your fault
But the battle against them can not be won on your own

Darling please believe me when I tell you you are loved
That just because he wasn't strong enough to withstand the whirlwind of passion in your eyes and the roaring oceans in your soul does not mean that you should calm your storm
But strengthen it
Let the fire roaring beneath your skin manifest itself around you
As you learn about your strengths and discover who you were truly meant to be
And those who are truly worthy to be in your presence will dance with you in the downpour
Instead of hiding behind boarded windows
Or worse yet, dampening the inferno inside of you
That was never meant to be quieted

A kiss with you is like lightning striking more than once on my lips. It's my face on fire. A kiss is like freedom and prison all in one. A kiss is like purity mixed with vulgarity, that sets you ablaze. A kiss is lightning, and fire, and ice, bottled inside your lips and then zapped into the nerves in mine.

He looks at her

cause he's touched her scars

he's felt her pain

he looks at her

cause he knows his love for her

won't ever be the same

no

sixty eight times

that's how many scars

how many white lines

faded into her tanned confines

the way he looks at her

is like the way the moon looks at wars

on earth.

The pain confines

a purple scream

inside the darkness of

my naked bones.

Silence.

Petrified birds!

Years melt

into tears I proudly

keep uncried.

My eyes are mirrors!

A metal taste,

the sound of screeching

willows and water,

Wind!

The purple scream

torments me once again,

I fight, I bite.

The wind howls and the trees

Watch disapprovingly

whispering.

Birds, birds!

Does my dissonant lament

interfere with your

placid, stony sleep?

The scream breaks loose

Coloring me and the world

Lilac and mauve.

Her face shows so much more

than she would like to believe,

the wrinkles in her forehead

tell age old tales of stress and anger

her eyes so deep let you uncover

her experinece

of lost love

her smile and the lines around it

make clear that laughter

is her medicine

laughter is what makes

the pain end and

the sadness go away

Her face screams of hope

perseverance strength

She cannot hide

what is meant

to be seen

It's an object

Nothing more

Nothing less

But in the end

It will confess

The life we've lived

Hated the morning

But dreaded the night

It'll win this fight

Forever and always

Till we meet again.

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM

The Man Inside My Head

by: me :)

There's a man inside my head

he tells me things I dread

everyday, there's no escape

he's the only one I know

There's a man inside my head

he tells me things I dread

and the things he says are true

at least that's what he says

He laughs at me He kicks at me

while I play his game

This game you see, it has no end

unless I end it myself

I cut and slice and see the blood

hoping that he'll leave

but you see,

he sits back and laughs

finding it amusing

He never leaves

he never will

And he lives off my agony

He's a wicked mind

a wicked soul

never to behold

But all I want to know is

Why did he choose me?

My poetry: [address redacted]

Some of my poetry: [address redacted]

A culmination of feelings.

(To be read as a rap)

I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.

It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.

I never understood when people spoke of voices in their heads,

Now I think I know truly of what those broken people meant.

I don't feel the lips of others, telling me to crush a heart.

But I shiver at my inner thoughts that fight to tear my soul apart.

And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.

It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.

I want to be a model citizen and practice what I preach,

Night and day I type away to put my feeble heart at peace.

But my mind is heavy with the weight of my hypocrisy,

I'm a disgrace to my theology, a prodigal, not a prodigy.

And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.

It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.

I make it my business to call out others all the time

And hide away every visible trace of fault in my life

I'm not perfect but I like to think I'm better

Deleting browser history, covering my scarlet letters.

And I can hardly fight the demons. I can hardly block them out.

It's hard to drown out all their screaming, To get back up when I'm knocked down.

Every time I let them win, I feel a momentary thrill,

But end up feeling like trash because I know it's not His will.

I'm so lonely and broken, shackled with words unspoken

It's my fault. I cut off all my air and left myself chokin'.

I look back at my life and all I see is regret,

I'm neck high in debt, and I'm starting to sweat.

How pathetic can I get? Don't need a doctor, just a vet.

Because this animal's cannibal and I swear that I'm killing me.

I'm not trying to die. I'm just living a lie,

and the weight of all my sins is drawing tears from my eyes.

I'm too scared to find what's on the end of a rope,

because I walk a fine line between disaster and hope.

I've been a wicked little creature, not deserving of grace,

so ashamed of my ungrateful ways that I hide my face.

I hide my name, and I stake my claim.

In a twisted way I'm proud of my sick little game.

I can put myself down, on my knees, on the ground,

let you coddle me and pick me up and gimme a crown.

I'm no more than a clown,

and you look at me now, and you wonder

what sad little being you've found.

*drops the mic*

Peace.