OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Thou shall not see

My broken soul

Within me I scatter 'oer

The plutonium shore

And bits in heaven at time

As my soul struggles to find

A place in my mind

In shards it crawls

With hearts it brawls

That it just might survive

And then so naïve

That none could see its dark

Within my hollow heart

That my soul wanders way

And not betray

It follows nightly steps

It walks within respect

But gone from me it is

I find myself within

This hollow heart of mine

I

Free by Lils

Every day a new start

Each choice made from the heart

Not living in the past now

Living in the moment is how

Thank you to those who supported me

As The Beatles sang, "Let It Be..."

@Roadie @Resisti @Annie @SwordsandPens @Johnny20

Ode to @Roadie by Lils

​My mentor here at 7 Cups of Tea

I hope this person knows how much they have supported me

It's hard to put in words, you see.

Thank you for believing in me

You are rad, to be sure

My admiration for you has no cure, and it will always endure, like, for sure.

Totally. To the max, Lils C:

@Roadie @Laura @Resisti @Annie @Johnny20 @MichaelMichael

My sister sleeps on the shelf,
Behind all of the photos and books.
Above her are dream catchers,
Each carefully hung on hooks.
We spent last summer together,
We laid hand in hand,
Something landed on her face;a feather,
That's when she told me she wanted to be a bird who roamed the skies,
I smiled,took her hand, and looked into her eyes.
I said,'one day,you shall be free.'
Although,I didn't know this would make her leave me.

Disclaimer; this is purely empathetic unless stated otherwise

On the 6th of October,
She tried to fly,
Right off the upstairs bannister.
She flew and flew,for she knew, the rope would soon stop her.

My sister sleeps on the shelf,
On the 6th of October,
She killed herself

It's true; we accept the love we think we deserve,sadly
For me, I push those away who see more than a Marilyn, madly
I accept those who view me as a mound of flesh for pleasure
However it breaks my heart beyond measure,
I still crawl across fields of glass
On my knees, for you
Because nothing hurts as much as my lover
My lust for you I cannot conceal,cover
I drag my body across the shards
Until I see your feet,untouched
You send your regards, and leave
Oh how I was deceived
I stand, blood draining from my veins
Still addicted to you, and the chains
Of which you inflicted.
I stand alone, bleeding
For this is what I deserve
As you admire my pain, feeding

We all lay together in rows,
Floating on the surface, unclothed
Most of us manage to stay above the surface,
However there are some that sink, wordless
They try to grab the legs of those afloat
Only to be kicked down below
The water fills their throats
Burning their body like acid, it chokes
They watch others above them, holding hands together in Union
They ask,'why does the water drown me, but not them?'
Because, my sweet child,the water is where you shall be forever condemned
Not due to weakness, no
But due to strength
You do not need the air to breathe
You survive, beneath
The water is surrounding us all of our lives
Only some can withstand it
You are a new breed, my child
You are choking but still alive
To that;they smiled
Because they knew they were stronger than the others
Those beneath the water held hands like brothers
And embraced the poison

PERSPECTIVE

- A two in one poem

In a flash, all was gone

this morning sun was hot

my world had fallen apart

but the sky was beautiful today

and I no longer pretended I was okay.

the birds and bugs were loud

and my thoughts were loud

then one bug landed on my arm

I didn't really care about anything anymore except

i ended up screaming very loudly

my head pounding

but nobody but me was around

I thought I was going crazy

so it seemed like it was all in my head

I had never felt so alone

because if a tree falls and makes a sound

and nobody really cares

did it really fall if nobody else heard it?

I guess it's all a matter of perspective

(depends how you read it no?)

The flower meadow was in full bloom. The daisies were popping up and giving the meadow a yellow life. The poppies were randomly plotted around in clusters, like little families in a neighbourhood. The rocks were covered in frog green moss, attached like best friends. The blue bells were swaying in the wind, and I half hoped one would ring like a real bell. The buttercups were shining like gold and were waiting to be picked. The snowdrops were hanging in the wind, and if I didn't know better I would have thought they were sad and needed cheering up. A hare popped up out of its burrow and dashed to munch on one of the buttercups. I sat down to make a Daisy chain like in elementary school and scout for four leaved clovers. Oh how nice, the wind smelled like sweet flowers.

In the darkness I can see nothing, feel nothing.

Perhaps I am nothing.

This pain, this suffering means nothing in the darkness.

My existence has long since faded, long since killed itself.

A painless bliss of emptiness.

⚫◀Alone yet not Alone▶⚫

I have come on my own...

I shall leave alone.

Whatever happens in-between is a fleeting phase of joys and sufferings.

Good souls and horrid beings.

Sunny days and gloomy nights.

I came alone I leave on my own

Everything in between is what determines my journey there on after.

For all the lessons learnt and heartaches that burn,

I hopefully hope to cherish what's left of the inbetween,

that wasn't wasted on the ignorance of this little fact that

I came alone.....

And I, my dear,

shall leave alone.