OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

@Overdrive, this poem rushes headlong with immense energy -- and it carried me along with it. Intense and beautiful!

@Annie: I'm very pleased it managed to grasp you :) thank you!

One In the Same

Isn't it a crazy thought,that I can stare up at the sky,knowing that you are looking,at the same moon as I.And feel a sense of peace,even when you aren't near,I know my love will reach you,as if you were right here.

I really liked this poem! Keep up the great work! ♥

It is a sadness that overwhelms, that surrounds, that pulls you down. It is a sadness in which you can drown. It buries itself in your soul and clutches tight. It floods your veins and fills you up. An impossible sadness with an impeccable grip.

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide

4/13/14 1:31pm

This one little girl, with hopes and dreams,

starts the day as her smile beams.

No fears no worries, only fun,

and this lucky girls life has just begun.

This young girl is little no more,

as she finds herself bleeding on the bathroom floor.

The years have passed, and she finds no hope

as she heads to the garage to get the rope.

This once little girl had been full of life,

but that barely lasted before she picked up the knife.

For through her life she had been kicked down,

further and further until she wished she could drown.

This now dying girl is standing on her chair,

shes lost all hope, shes in despair.

She starts to smile as she holds her breath,

the last one she takes as she falls to her death.

The words are trapped inside my brain

As with a prisoner locked away in their own house.

They swirl incessantly inside my head,

Banging around till they come out.

But the do not come out as I want them,

They come out as anger, groans and laughs,

As the ramblings of a broken being

The syllables ring out harshly,

Nowhere near the graceful notes

I long to pour from my lips

Only moans are heard, a direct output of my pain

From all this, surely nothing is gained.

Perhaps the insanity only increases

And my happiness?

Without being able to sing,

I soon find that it ceases.

@Aringri, An excellent description of a difficult phenomenon that many people at 7 Cups have experienced! Very perceptive, very well written.

Broken

There's so many things going on in my head

the truth is I want to be dead

because what is life worth

is it worth this pain is it worth

this hate

is it worth feeling like you're

the mistake

feeling like you have no future

I try so hard to live

up to my expectations

that are up so high

but I only fall deeper

in the hole that I've dug

myself

they say it gets better

they say the light will get brighter

but looking up I see no light

not even a glimmer

so deep inside

I want to cry

but why doesn't it

make me any better --

because im the digger.

They say life is what you make of it

I feel like some of us never

had a choice

but I have to keep a

smile on my face

so no one knows

no one sees

how broken

I really am

I wrote this last year.

@stars2rainbows

I like this poem very much. I wish I could put my finger on it, why I find it so touching, but I do. Well done.

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse

Whoa /-\ this is scary, ahah. But anyway. Here's a poem by Pikachu Maddy.

It doesn't hurt

Anymore

Bleeding out

On the floor

I don't feel it

It's okay

Soon the bruises

Fade away

I'm your puppet

I'm your doll

On my strings

I rise and fall

Here I am

Black and blue

The outside world...

...I wish you knew.

@MaddyIsHere,

This poem evokes the scene and the feelings so strongly that, you're right, it is a little scary. But very well expressed.

Heartburn
Acid
Trip
Cut clay from earth
and piss in the river I'm standing in
There's no point to this [excrement]
Ascend to a meaning that's outside the grip
tell me the educated guess don't slip
The scale won't tip
and the model of the universe
Got the vote
But its betting on everyone else's ignorance
the narrative that's believable
I can consider it
Gays are like this
Girls all like this
Transexuals stand for binaries of sex
Bind me to a text
that still can't describe what I feel yet
I feel bent watching a screen spewing out mindsets
Uncertainties in fine print
Assumptions come alive here
The truth is more complex than my eyes can align with
Depression is so blinding
sometimes

@Knaiv, Passionate and expressive!

These lines are among my favorites:

watching a screen spewing out mindsets

Uncertainties in fine print

At times I have tried to convey my feelings, but
I never knew how to do it. I have tried to get close
without succeeding and it makes me wonder if I
ever will. Sometimes I cant stop worrying about
you, but it makes me think if you worry about me.

If only my tears would help you see how much
I care about you. I cry for you, when you dont cry
about your pain and hurt. I wish in every tear falling
it would represent my feelings for you and what Im
not able to convey.

You display toughness, but I can feel pain inside
of you. The world may have many mysteries, but I
feel you could have more. I always clinch my fist
without knowing what to do as I ran away from
you while my tears falls.

I display vulnerability when it comes to you, makes
me fragile, but I cant stop it when it comes to you.
I have shed tears in silence, so tomorrow I can protect
you in my own way. Theres not a place I rather be than
here with you.

@Risen2498, these poems read like the most amazing love letters! Gentle and devoted and gorgeous.

Thanks Annie, your words means so much to me as a writer and a person. Thank you so much I truly appreciate it.

Soften

You inspect my face, searching for clues, but you cannot find, the secrets I hide. Touch my face, Come real close, and whisper, whisper in my ear.

Beautiful, thank you.

@Elinxs27 Lovely. Thank you for sharing this.

@Elinxs27

LOVE THIS!

I smell like you.
I talk like you.
I walk like you.
I yell like you.

I sleep like you.
I breathe like you.
I bleed like you.
I weep like you.

Yet I'm not like you.
Nor do I aspire to be.
I don't want to be you, but I want to be one of you.
Can you see beyond my camouflage?
Can you accept me as one of your own?

@Overdrive,

I think I can relate to this.

Angel Puppet

Pull my strings,

Tear my wings,

Create play time scars,

Isolate me from the stars,

Do all this,

Yet me, when you leave me, you always forget and miss.

All memories are faded,

My existence is outdated,

For I'm not your puppet anymore,

My strings you've pulled are cut,

My innocence is closed shut.

My wooden skin,

Is shedding thin,

My fine paint,

Would be nothing but taint,

I rot,

And there's nothing I sought,

For I followed your commands,

Took care of your demands.

With you, I was forced to play,

Every single day,

When you were done,

You threw me away,

My thoughts, I'm still not able to say,

You control my speech,

I feel like I'm full of toxins, waste, poison, and bleach,

Im confined to a blindfold,

The only things I do, are the actions I am told,

Yet deep inside my heart,

I am shattered to a million pieces, only reduced to a blood stained shard,

One day, I'll break free.

One day, I can be me.

One day, I'll sew my wings,

With memories and miracles, those faithful things,

My rage still blazes on,

Death is still wished me upon,

I am a puppet,

and I don't love it.

I am an angel,

but there's nothing to covet.

This was beautiful! I love it so much, it's so touching.

@mangaka, another thought-provoking poem! Beautiful.

Thanks everyone! it was a metaphor to highlight the thoughts of a rape/ sex slave victim. i watched a documentary about it happening in cambodia, and i decided to write a poem about it !

@mangaka, now that I know the background, I admire this poem even more!

Everybody's the same,

We all play the same game.

We act like we're okay, fine, alright,

When we're actually struggling to see the light.

Every road's the same,

It all leads to that dreaded pain.

And how if feels like no one cares.

That's not true, everyone does,

But we never experience that special buzz,

The buzz you get when you're happy and carefree,

When the light is finally there to see.

I haven't reached this point just yet,

But if I do, I'll never forget.

Forget the promise once made to me,

Making the light finally there to see.

@Nicola2468, this poem reminds me of the way that people seemed when I was 17: "act like we're okay, fine, alright, / When we're actually struggling to see the light." It is difficult-- so many people struggling but everyone pretending! You hit a real chord.

(I think that the pain doesn't necessarily persist, however. I think it is possible to find more truth and more light as we grow older and we learn to be our real selves and cease pretending.)

Its has been a long time since I have seen you or chatted.

I sometimes forget the sound of your voice, or the smell of your perfume.

I still think about you all the time,

Well I guess I'm trying to say,

I hope you are doing fine.

I can understand where you're coming from. I've been throgh similar situations. It won't get better... But you will get stronger.

God

Goddess

And Hellish lord

My God forgive me for my sins

My Goddess love me grown so dim

And my Dark Lord Satan reward me then

For idolatry and the price of Hell

My God

My Goddess

And my Hellish Lord

On this page my soul outpoured

One showed me mercy coating sins oer

One is the one that I adore

One is the one that gave me reward

Stuck in three worlds

I give prayer to them all

Respect for the savior

Love for my everything

Hailing the Dark King

Subjecting to idolatry

360 to 180

For seven years now,
my life spun out of control.
Like a top, or an empty
spinning bottle,

I was taken by life with such force
with choices I wasn't fully

thinking

of the consequences...

That drained me,
emptied me,
which made it easy
to keep me spinning.

I was out of control, full of want,
I beg, I reach my hand out for alms
only to have spit on my face.

I kept wandering, begging,
offering something I don't have,
seeking for it on people without good intentions.

Then at some point,
It wasn't a crash
But a slight bump,
A gentle nudge
It slowed down
and came to a final turn

The same way your bottle stopped,
and made one last turn,
Both of us facing the right direction.

Carbon Copy

But not exactly,

She's placed on a pedestal

So high, so far,

Yet the distance does not diminish

The fact of how beautiful she is.

Even the clouds, shroud upon her

Like a compliment from the heavens.

She gave birth to me,

and yet, all my life, I really cannot see.

They blame me for this blindness

"Why can't she just get over it?"

"Do something about it, then."

As if it's the simplest thing to do,

Even when they are the same people

telling me I cannot match up to such a sight.

I never was truly called beautiful in the most sincere way

There's always something to fix.

There is always something lacking.

But the muse that has brought me into this miserable world,

Never had to deal with this.

Words of praise just fall upon her,

that even God himself blessed her with the name "beautiful".

Her mother before her was also a muse,

and this makes me feel

like I broke a pattern that was sacred.

It does not help, how my own father

relentlessly compared me to her,

and other women that were on pedestals.

Questioning me why I can't climb one,

forcing me to make one of my own to stand on.

I just end up standing there on the lowly ground,

bewildered, confused, lost...

"How am I supposed to stand on something that doesn't exist for me?"

"How can I make one as high as hers when all I have is sand?"

"How can I build on something that is constantly destroyed?"

23 going 24

and until now I feel

I'm fighting an uphill battle

that will just send me back further down to hell

on the other side.

This is great. I experienced a piece of the suffering within your words.

thanks so much~ :)

@weepingartist, I love 360 to 180. It's wonderful and deep and made me gasp with a ha.

@weepingartist, And then I read Carbon Copy,

Complex, real, honest, searching. Wow.

tthank you for the kind words. :)