OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

@MONARDA! Amazing!!

Some song lyrics I wrote (sounds a lot better out loud) possible tw

Damage came in olive skin
Wrapped around in sorrow sin
Loved the mess that she was in
No where to stop, no where to begin

Damage came in French tips
In her power sinking ships
Bit her nails and licked her lips
It's her ----ing mouth that drips

Damage came in ruby red
Burned her skin she had to shed
Filled her drinks with poisoned lead
Until her ego had been fed

Would you kiss her feet for me?
Would you kiss her feet for me?
Would you kiss her feet for me?
Darlin, darlin, baby

This sounds great! Have you thought of collaborating with other members to transform it into a song? Be sure to tell us all about it if you do. I would love to hear your work.

A Goddess To Me

By Honey Herrera. Dedicated to Kali Carrera.

If there is a day

A day of end

It would be made

@politeSpring1022, This is a beautiful tribute to an extraordinary person.

@politespring1022, there's a lot here that I like . . . but the phrase "mind ajar" keeps echoing in my mind.

This is kinda old, but still applicable.

Thoughts of hate and rage fill my mind

I'm finding it incredibly hard to find

A way to escape reality

I'm locked in my room

Just a glorified cage

And all I can do is scream and rage

And embrace something of my former self

@Kordric

What a simple yet clear passage. There is so much truth in what you've said. I love especially how you refer to the room as a glorified cage, what an interesting perspective indeed!

I would love to say

That you make me

Weak in the knees

But

To be quite upfront

And completely

truthful

You make me feel

Like I have no knees at all.

:) I like this one it has style

@Tornapart. This poem makes me smile, makes me remember a time when my knees disappeared . . . .

Trigger Warning: Self harm

Something I wrote earlier this week when I relapsed:

Battle Scars

Razor
Wrists

Quick
Slit

Trickle
Blood

Broken
Heart

Tears
Drip

Cries
Wept

Little
Marks

Battle
Scars

@MidniteAngel, You've got a lot of wonderful poems in this forum, but -- wow -- I think this is one of your best!

Thank you @Annie <3

When i walk into that court room

my eyes behold a great sight.

A flag that means equality,

a seal that means justice

and a door that means brilliance.

But my soul

much older than my eyes

sees the criminal injustice system.

Alpha with his foot on omega's head.

@politespring1022, This poem is very interesting to me. I love the symbolism. You say a great deal with few words; my favorite kind of poetry.

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A haiku from avatar the las airbender

Chattering monkey

In the spring he climbs tree tops

And thinks himself large.

Actually not bad for an animation poem.

@politespring1022,

Actually a charming and deft haiku!

What do they want to see

What do they want to get from me

This empty soul has grown so cold

This ludicrous is just too bold

I'm not sorry what do you expect

You need to have a little more respect

Just going around twisting animals legs

Then putting them in cages with babies

Will their mother just wait

What are they bait

One of us has to bite

It was going to happen some time

And now I've got a fine

I get it, it was wrong

But I was just stupid and lost

I wanted to know who i was

But i wasn't any of us

I wasn't me myself or i

Just some stupid guy

Named madness who i now despise

Still love the gory prize

But not destruction of the mind

And not the cost of 2 years probation out of my life.

@politeSpring1022, Wow, this poem has power and honesty!

A Rhyming Poem - What Would I give ?

What would I give,

To live,

Another day?

To be able to say,

"Hey",

Without delay,

To a dear friend,

Without being scared of the end,

With eons and centuries, to fix, to mend.

But I'm dying inside,

I can't confide,

I can't speak,

My existence is bleak.

This demon took over me,

It corrupted my ability to see,

The bright side,

Now the bright side, is a dull lie,

All I can do now is cry,

My tears flow down my face and they feel like acid.

So beyond all my emotions, I feel a boring, robotic, placid.

Deep inside, I wish I can talk,

But all I can do is stalk.

Stalk my memories, stalk my past,

Bad events happen so fast,

I'm like a sinking ship, the one to carry my flag, the one to show my emotions, to show who I am, my pride, has broken, that was my mast.

Then, I seem I'm shipwrecked on a ghost island,

Everything there is eerily quiet, the souls are disintegrated, the nature is wilted, there is a low chance of survival, but my emotions are still locked up and bland.

As I reside here now, forever, without a savior,

I just have to ask one favor.

What would I give,

To live,

Another day?

To be able to say,

"Hey",

Without delay,

To a dear friend,

Without being scared of the end,

With eons and centuries, to fix, to mend?

I would give a limb, I would give a bone, I would give an organ, I would give my soul, I would give my spirit, I would give my soul.

Just to be happy for one day, just a pure happy.

@mangaka

(many sighs, just breathing for a minute while strong feelings subside)

Anyone who has suffered will read this poem and say, Yes. I understand.

I wrote this a long time ago,

How many times do I have to say

That I cant do this for another day

The things youve said

Have stayed in my head

This nightmare thats never ending

You say Im fat but you say Im thin

Youve said Im ugly and dont fit in

You tell me Im beautiful but say Im not use full

This is a nightmare thats never ending

I wake up and I dont want to leave my home

Im scared in case that you arent alone

Burses that line my legs and arms

Isnt something that can be left unharmed

I wish I had said something before

The way you looked at me outside my door

That face that haunts me more and more

I feel unwanted I feel so scared

I wish that everything was only a dare

But now Im dead and its all your fault,

Ive been abused and its called assault

@Holly31415, I like it a lot. As I read it a second time, I thought -- woah, this would really be great as a performance poem.

Trigger Warning - Self Harm

I pull the rope tight

Around my upper arm

The veins in my hand

Wrist, arm pop up

My other hand is

Sweaty and shaking

I pick up the thin

Small cold blade

I place it against my wrist

I hesitate

Its now or never

I push against my vein

Drag the blade up my arm

The sound of my skin

Ripping apart is deafening

So much blood rushes out

I untie the rope

Lay my head down and

Wait for the darkness

I know will come

By Jewelsashe

Trigger Warning: self harm

She stares at the field of

Pure white unblemished snow

Stretching out before her

She turns and looks at

Where she has been

Her footprints disappearing

In the falling snow

The only thing left is

The crimson red trail

Melting the snow where

It has landed

She lays down and leaves one

Final impression upon

This earth….

A snow angel with

Bright red wings

@jewelsashes, the poem has a quiet and clean air, reminiscent of the winter landscape it describes. And the image of the snow angel with red wings - wow.​

28 Jan 2015

I

TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm

Everyone Ive trusted is gone

No one I can go to

Who wont think Im a failure

No one who understands and

Wont cringe at the dark,

Deep words I put on paper

But when the thoughts

No longer make sense

And the pen is out of ink

I wont feel the chill of

The blade against my wrist

Just the sting of it slitting

Into my hot skin

My brain is trained to

Know how much pain

Is equal to enough pressure

Too hard and Ill be dead

Too soft and no blood will rise

One slice is not enough

To dull the pain inside but

More than one and theres no lie

Convincing enough to cover it up

Dayyyymnnnn

@jewelsashes - What a beautiful piece, your emotion is so raw and passionate.

Thunder Storms of the Heart

When the rain starts to drop from the sponge of the clouds
I want to be lying there in an embrace watching the dark grey sky
With you
When the thunder begins to clap and flash, a bright light
I want to be comforted by your words gentle and soft
With you
When the storm rages all around the four corners of the room
I want my hand held tightly at all times interlocking
With you
When the warm light breaks through the lifeless ever changing sky
I want to be greeted by a smile and know your dedication
With you, I want to know you'll stay though the storms.
When the dark cloud lingers on the outskirts of the horizon.
Before it, stretches a scenic sky, you hold me close our hands intertwined
You declare only three words...
That's all I needed to know
That's all I needed to hear

@HannahCoffee98,

Everything you describe is so real, I can absolutely see it!

Words
drink n yeyo
Think n pay up
stink n stay up
Eat your way out
Snort n turn up
Roll n burn up
Inside your sternum
heart hurts and folds up
in a black hole
where something cared
a long time ago

words like I love you that turn to mold in your mouth
a poem won't bring them back, they're gone now
because something's wrong with you
And you keep trying to forget what it is
Because talking ain't doing sh*t
Walk around and close your eyes not finding yourself
Another distraction and unwillingness to resist

I don't know what I'm supposed to do but it isn't this

I can relate closely. I like the style of this. I'd like to see more of it, it's informal and that gives it substance

Far over solomon Icarian

Wise Daedalus flies alone

Icarus once flew by him

But now his Icarus is gone

If only fools were wiser

If only the proud bowed humbly

But I dream a silly dream

As the poor beggar, dreaming of him king

However I am troubled not

For I remember this

Pride will be thy downfall

And fools do live in bliss

And after all there are worse things

Than life in ignorance

Oh great and mighty Oaken Tree

Strong and vain art thee

But do not forget it was the sparrow

That planted your small seed.

And now lo the wings of Icarus

Lovely as they be

Do not forget those wings of Icarus

Fell into the sea

I ****ing love this

Thanks man!

All I Can Do Is…

hope.

love begins in an interesting way.
it starts magical.
everything glows.
everything is sacred.

then the calendar keeps moving,
time keeps flowing
and with this
familiarity starts to seep in

closeness blurs
the lines between respect
and playful insults
that border sometimes
to hurtful word-knives.

even actions begin
to turn into blades
and silence
can slice through
the thickest of walls.
from the farthest of distances.

it doesnt matter anymore
even if the person still does.
the actions somehow
mesh into a pile
of good and bad.

the muddy colors
blur the clear pure waters
that you have to put a filter
just to keep seeing him
or her better.

All I can do is…

improve?
stay strong?
trust?
tolerate?

or

break it off
run away
and find that magical sensation
somewhere else?

Thats the dangerous thing about love.
In the normal sense,
you can care less if a stranger
was once a dick and is now an angel.
or vice versa.

But if you hold someone close,
a slight change in mannerism
can create cracks on the walls.
Craters building on the faults.

Shattering the peaceful earth
that was once your place
where you two stood
and held ground.

The mystery:
when is the right time to stay
because its still love and commitment;
and
when is the right time to leave
because its bordering the feeling of abuse and neglect?

How to tell the difference
of a sensitive heart
from
psychological torture?

Are all lovers insane?
Is there even a thing called
N O R M A L
in love?

The answers are vague and varied
It depends on the tolerance
and strength of the pair.
Of the individual.

Love is such a mystery…
and everybody keeps
drinking from the muddy fountain.
Absorbing the poison
That makes or breaks us…

Is it then…
a psychological way
of natural selection?

I just love it👌