OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

it's four in the morning and you hate yourself.

it's not new.

this is your reality:

four in the morning, tired and aching.

3:21, 7:54, 11:32-

it's all the same.

tired and aching, tired and crumbling.

am I awake or asleep? is any of this real? is anyone listening? rewind.

its four in the morning, and here you are again.

Paint Me Like I am- Annonymous ;)

Paint Me Like I am

Why don't you paint me
Like I am?
Smiling,skipping down a path of love
Paint me with my heart beating in me

Paint me with that glowing hope
And my beautiful smile
Paint me roses, to remind me the good.
Paint me with rabbits and baby deer
All around me singing sweetly to me. Paint me somewhere beautiful
Where the sun brightens my day and a beautiful never ending sky
Where the birds chirp and sing
Everyday all day.

Paint me without my tears
Paint me without my broken heart
Paint me without my hurt
Paint me without the sorrow I carry in my heart.

Can't you see this face telling you to paint me happy
Paint me with hope but most of all
Paint me free.

The cost of words

Twas but a night for which

The blood ran cold and out the wrist

But no thout she would or could

So she proved because she should

That life was all for not

She left behind a trail of red

That led to her end

Soon her bed

Where red blossoms bloomed

Against the pale icy blue

No one knew, No one will

Of all the guilt and pain that she feeled

And thus pain on wood and felt

Six feet under all the sound

Like "WOW"

Takes the end to make a start

Scars on scars to make it this far

And signs painted in blood

To realize this is the pain just a few simple words can cause.

~paradox404

I am Poem- Anonymous ;)

I am a warm hearted person
I wonder where life will take me next
I hear the beautiful ocean sounds carress near my ears
I see the beautiful stars brighten up the night time sky
I want to make people smile and be happy
I am who I am

I pretend Im a knight in shining armor coming to rescue those who are sad and alone
I feel the cool touch of love soften my heart
I touch the beautiful ocean water feeling how warm it is
I worry one day I won't be able to make people happy
I cry when I see a person sad or not happy
I am me

I understand what it's like to be in people's shoes
I say that love is for everyone no matter what age or person you are
I dream one day I'll find that amazing person that brightens up my world
I try so hard to make everyone smile no matter what
I hope that the words I speak touch the hearts of many
I am Emory and this is who I am :)

And at four in the morning
I held my mom

"I'm...
lonely?"

I wouldn't say that,
even if you
pried off
my lips.

Because...
Because...
They'd think of
me as
that
poor
little thing.

"Bet they
hate
you, huh?"

Never.
I just enjoy
solitude.

But...
But...

If I say otherwise,
it means I'm
already
b r o k e n .

Through a Thousand Miles

By WaterFire

On this day
There was a path of lightning that led her to him
The way he ran to her
The way the winds swept under their feet as they melted stone

She held him like a life raft on a stormy sea
The promise of his eyes was something she needed

The way he held her like it was his last day on earth
She made him feel something he hadn't felt in awhile

The way they touched each other like fragile objects
They were one

He kissed her, but not her lips just yet
He kissed the place her faith had
broken

Holding him was sweeping away the hurt like ashes in a fireplace
She thought whoever wakes up beside him
In twenty years
Was very lucky

But he would never forget the girl who told him he was perfect

Because in her eyes he was the moon and stars and more then that
She shivered as his lips touched her fading scars

All he wanted was to make her his
All he wanted was to make her feel safe

All she wanted was to make him happy
All she wanted was to make him feel loved

How could she tell him that she didn't belong to herself anymore
She had been claimed by him as a mother claims her newborn child
She was scared

How could he tell her that if she left he would be broken
He did all he could
He held her tightly

If they died, they would die together

His smile was intoxicating

Her wavy hair stopped in the middle of her back, and her green eyes shined when she looked upon him

She thought wildly that if they ever had children they would have the most beautiful eyes

They wouldn't hurt each other

He wanted to tell her not to hurt herself
To wait a few more years and then everything could change

But he just took her in his arms, willing her heart to accept that it belonged to someone

He wanted to protect her from the world
But then she smiled
He just watched the sea in her eyes
And felt her heartbeat there
Alive for him
And him only

The artist.

Her soul is her tool

and her body, the canvas.

With every tiny stroke

her skin gains a deathly pallor.

Still, she continues painting

until she runs out of color

Love Sestina- Anonymous ;)

Floating and walking away in time
I see the clock hands turn slowly
It's been forever since the waves have made a sound
Each sound is followed by a gentle echo
Each moment becomes another journals page
Another day lost by the waves is how my story begins.

I dream at night as the distant memories flow
Where life brings me back to a better place
A gentle kiss or a lovely turn in the halls
But once the sun begins to rise
Their happiness is swallowed by the waves.

Such was each day without you. Everyday with you brought gentle wavesof happiness that sent my sadness afloat.
I let my heart and mind cheris each sweet second of your presence.
This was our moment to be happy.
Your love was like a pen and my life and heart were the pages.

And so the pencil began to flow and write in the journal
"Oh how I wish a time could return where prayers were answered. Where life didnt float way like a breeze.
Oh how I wish we could be together without drowning in sadness or sorrow.

Now home for days without end, each day I would rise and look back in the journal
I would see the unfinished pages remembering the times where the pencil dropped and the ink didnt flow.
I remember the beautiful peaceful moments that the journal kept and I keep hold and tight to them.

And so on the day we met, I go and pray that my happiness will meet your heart.
That it will flow over and over and that my heart can once again leap into your arms knowing it is safe and cared for.
Your rescued me from being tossed into the stormy sea.
May our love and happiness that saved me outlast time and the world.

In life's great book of wonders, we turn together each page day by day.
Side by side, we rise above the clouds, together we dive beneath the ocean water
Where one day our love may flow where it will be, but our lives and heart will be eternal forever.

Bleed Black

I am exploring the inside

I find it desolate

I do implore the confines

Now as they penetrate, "recreate me"

I'm hovering throughout time

I crumble in these days

I crumble, I can not find

Reflection in these days...

If you listen...listen close

Beat by beat

You can hear when the heart stops

I saved the pieces when it broke

And ground them all to dust.

I am destroyed by the inside

I disassociate

I hope to destroy the outside

It will eleviate, and elevate me

Like water flowing into lungs

I'm flowing through these days

Like morphine cuts through deadened veins

I'm numbing in these days...

I know what died that night

It can never be brought back to life

Once again, I know

I know I died that night

And I'll never be brought back to life...

Once again...

I know...