OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

My konundrum

Sad of everyday

See you destroy your life

As terminal as you are,

you should embrace your life

Hug your kids, hug me,

your wife

@GenerousPenny3424,

This little poem packs a big punch in a few words. Good for you!

my filthy heart bleeds nothing but misery
for I have filled it with enough mistrust and anger
If I was in control of it,I would have made it bleed diamonds.
My filthy heart I try to drain it of its dirt
But it's very essence is filled with unknown hurt
If immortality is a non existing concept
Then conquering my filthy heart is out of the question
For reasons not known and reasons not understood
My heart has darkened itself
I do not believe a shining knight will come brighten it,
But I do think I myself will be its saviour
No castles or swords,just coming to terms with my soul.

@squizzy6

Wow. It feels like these words are being split, and atoms are exploding all over the place!

@Annie

thank you❤

Aaaa. I relate to this oh man. Powerful stuff.

@squizzy6

Hour glass upon the wall

Filling up as my tears fall

All the way down to nearly an hour

Blooming like a withered flower

Pain and misery

Too much to bear

No matter what is always there.

@DirgesNewSong, This little poem has great lyrical charm despite its melancholy subject. The imagery is marvelous!

@Annie

Thank you c:

I've never realised how bad my mindset was until I found something I wrote back in May:

THIN

I dont need to count calories
If I dont eat
I dont need to count pounds
If I dont gain
I dont need food
Because I dont feel the hunger
And if I were to indulge
Throw it up
A toothbrush down the throat
Gag
Once, twice, three times
Hair tied back
Attempting to expel
Food that was never there to begin with
Failing to do so
Giving up once again
Return to life
And may the cycle begin

Okay @MidniteAngel I've always seen you as inspiration. As motivation. But now you're so much more ... Cause now I see how beautiful you are :) Also, how'd you hide the disorder from Desi parents?

Thank you @NewRomantic677 you have always inspired me, if only I could have your strength. My parents have always danced around the idea that I'm anorexic, but they never realised how much it controlled me. The reason they didn't realise was because I didn't either. I always ate around them, but starved at school. I had smaller meals, I tried to purge (still haven't successfully purged after many attempts - pretty strong gag reflex I guess), I substitued food with other things (not going to give any ideas to what though). I still don't understand the severity of my condition, but I am learning. My past journal enteries continue to shock and sadden me.

It's been a long time since I've felt the sun.
And it looks like there just won't be none.
I've always believed that I was the luckiest,
but ceased to understand that the fates existed.
It is an intricate tangled web that the future beholds,
It may be bright but I just can't be that sure.
For all that glitters ain't gold.

@ProactiveDime, This poem is wonderful. The rhymes are subtle and effective--there's a song-like quality, like someone singing the blues.

@Annie - That's because the last line is from the song "I Need A Dollar"

"Well let me tell you somthin all that glitters ain't gold"

Gosh, I think the saying "All that glitters isn't gold" is an old, old saying used in lots of stories and songs. In the 1500s, Shakespeare wrote that "Often have you heard that told" that "all that glisters is not gold." @MidniteAngel,

@Annie Thank you so much for your review! It is your positivity that is encouraging me to write more poetry :)

@MidniteAngel oh, I actually didn't know that. For me it was just a proverb that I learnt in Primary school but never really understood it's true meaning...

@ proactiveDime3437

Oh I wasn't trying to catch you out or anything haha, the line is a common saying and this blues track just happened to have it. I was just trying to show the link and suggest why your poem sounds like it would fit into a blues song.

@MidniteAngel I didn't for once think that you tried you catch me out. It's just that a line that had its origin from somewhere completely different can be interpreted in a different way that I didn't even know existed... :)

Omg all that glitters isn't gold.. That's from Shakespeare, the merchan of Venice! My FAVORITE text of all time :)

Sweat twitch in bed
in the steam at night
itches bite through scabs you don't forget to pick
this cage of skin
I thrash to release the hecticness
I snap in public watching out for friends
or would be friends
that judge me
because they know me more than I can
So I can't trust them
like they don't trust me
Alone
No plans
Can't sleep
hit by the morning
another day still this freak
Yo man, bro, yo sup brother
Dude, guy, mang, yo whats good bro
Yes my brother, You're the man, yo kill it bro
You good bro, Yo you straight man, hey big guy

Stop!

but why
we're just being normal

What's a matter with you?

(finally exhaling and breathing)

Wow, it was painful to read this, @knaiv

I can only imagine what it took to feel it and write it.

Thank you for sharing your work with us.

Meditations in Pajamas in Bed on a Sunday Afternoon

My existence -
A constant trek through uncertainty
With no purpose
Only trying to avoid disaster
I've forgotten joy
I've lost curiosity
Adulthood has trapped me
Fear has limited me
I've chased money and possessions
But what is it for
No substance
Where did I go wrong?
What path should I have followed?
I'm lost now
Living in shadows
People see me but don't know me
I speak but no one listens
Longing for the love of others
But afraid to love
I live day by day
Struggling to survive and maintain
But when there's nothing of substance to maintain
And survival seems pointless
What then?

Dear @AT1983, I really like this poem. It flows smoothly and quietly -- but the message that is expressed has a devastating impact. Well done.

Thank you! Will try to keep up with this to express my thoughts/feelings

Roses grew in the depth of her heart,

Daisies sprouted from her lungs.

Daffodils arose from inside her stomach

And lilies formed near her tongue.

She spoke so sweetly,

A trace of life

Following her wherever she goes.

But as this little girl grew up she found

That flowers die

And weeds will grow.

@chazlet, WONDERFUL imagery!!

Strong poem.

Some minor differences

Apparently give everyone

A whole load of "inferences."

The humans

Thinkin' they're so venerated

Their blades remain penetrated

But I'm not bleeding,

Nor am I seeing,

That color of rose.

I'm leaking the lachrymose

Monochrome

Locked inside a dome

This is my home.

@HazyShizzle

There is so much truth and raw passion in your words. You truly are a talented writer

@HazyShizzle, I agree with @MidniteAngel. And I think it would be a GREAT performance piece.

Out of Place

I dont follow anything.
I'm always out of the loop.

There was this story
of how atoms were grouped.
Before the Big Bang
and everything was void soup.

They say that the people we're with
Is those same atoms that clumped
With us in the void.

But what about me?
I've always felt a distance.

I may be close to someone,
but only for an instance.

Will there be a home
for atoms like me?
---If there are others like me?

And then I found you,
but slowly it's making me blue.

Are you just a passing atom of my life,
that kissed my particle and ignited fire?

Will it burn me down
or propel me to fly?

Will you stay with me and burn together
Until we get another Big Bang
that lasts
a second round

of forever?

@weepingartist, I enjoyed this poem so much. The play on cosmic and atomic physics is Wonderful!!

thanks so much @Annie :)

Seasonal People ...

Will it just get cloudy or will it rain?

Will the storm come with quiet shouts of pain?

Will the sun show again, or will it be spring never?

Is it possible that it might rain forever?

Its always night before day, dark before dawn..

But it looks like too far away the light has gone.

Dont make any more leaves fade away autumn..

Why wont you let the flowers blossom?

Its getting colder and colder everyday..

Is it possible, that spring is just on its way?

Every stanza has it's own different meaning =) Good one mate!!

Thank Youuu ^.^

Words

The words,
The words fill her mind.
Like a raging storm...
Clouding her true thoughts.
Making her think how terrible she is,
How everyone hates her.
Oh, how powerful are those words.
Those words start the blood flowing,
They start the girl crying.
Oh, what a wonder,
What these words can do

@Mizpah, There is SO much truth in this poem!

When I was a little girl and someone said something mean that upset me, my mother taught me this rhyme: "Sticks and stones can break my bones, But words will never hurt me."

My mom meant well, but she was wrong. Words can hurt a lot -- until we develop more inner confidence and learn that a person's words say more about them than they do about us.

@KnighTerrAin I tried to do a poem on darkness... Not my best but hey, why not.

Darkness

They say

Holds everything

And nothing

all at once

often times darkness has haunted my head

when it plagues my mind

as I'm lying in bed

and often times my nightmares happen when I'm awake

my unseeing eyes

into which darkness penetrates

when my over reactive imagination

takes its toll

and fear burns into the back of my brain

and my down fall

darkness holds everything

and nothing all at once

I'm terrified of jumping into darkness and

terrified of what I might find

but above all, beyond my control

I'm terrified of tiptoeing into the darkness

to find nothing

at all.