OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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?

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?

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

@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.

Are you scared?

he asks.

no

I am utterly terrified

of blades to my skin

of the corners of my sons

of destruction I pave

to which I'm a slave

and dreams that I build

off of tatters of wills

of the hopes that I've had

of the past that I've seen

of the memories that I am

and the roads that they lead

and the path that I'm on

and that I'm going wrong

are you scared? He asks.

no

I'm terrified.