OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Run into the morning sun

Burn thy soul; let it be done

By the blazing flames of hell

Until thou hearest heavens bell

Ringing softly, soothing pain

For all thy brethren died in vain

You Destroyed Her. (Trigger warning: rape)

I know when the heart breaks it don't break even;
But you smashed her half and hid the glue.
That girl's a wreck because of you.
She should've seen you were not true,
Your fingers crossed with each "I love you."

You've moved on but she's still stuck.
To you, she was no more than a good ----.
Those late night calls for her to come over,
All those times she said "yes," not sober.

All those kisses laced with ketamine that she'd never remember,
All the softer ones tricking her into thinking you loved her.
Every night that you stole when she wasn't aware,
Each time she said yes her judgment was impaired.

---- you, 'cause you broke her, she was doomed from the start.
You stole the sweetest little girl,
You broke her ----- heart.

The thoughts began her drinking,
Self guilt set her world ablaze.
To numb the feeling she bought drugs,
Started living in a daze.

She'd been depressed for quite some time,
Sold herself for drugs cause she didn't have a dime.
Her family hauled her off to an institution,
But for her it was no solution.

I know when the heart breaks it don't break even;
But you smashed her half and hid the glue.
She spent five years in rehab,
Now she's dead because of you.

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You think.
You try.
You fail.
You think.
You try.
You fail.
You think.
You stop trying.
This is not the way just yet.
Try again.
Try it differently.
If not one way, than another!
You think.
You try.
You fail.
Until finally...

You succeed.

Goodbye

By : blackhope2315

Someone leaves
Somone you love
You can still taste the last kiss
You can't believe all of the above

Your relationship is broken
Love has disappeared
The gold feeling has sunken
In a puddle of tears

Someone says 'goodbye'
Your heart stops for a while
He sees a tear in your eye
But all that he says is 'goodbye'

I keep going on with the idea of how morbid I am. Like thinking about death in everything. I love the night sky.. I love the darkness it holds that somewhat blankets me but it has this little glistening lights from which stars are ones I love as well. So then I shift my focus on stars.. stars that glisten at the night sky.. stars that are mostly dying.. mostly burning out. but unlike any star, I am dying.. I am burning out but there's still a huge difference for they are stars. They were born to become something huge before they die. They were born to be a supernova, that up to their last seconds of existence they have something to be remembered for. They have this significance of lighting up the sky whenever the darkness takes over but while on the other hand, I am nothing but a waste of space, emitting carbon dioxide but cannot illuminate a plain darkness when it comes, but rather blend in and just vanish in desperation and in content.

There are stanzas of words meant for you but still aren't said for the sake of feelings..

the whole idea of this is art for art is the abstract reasoning of things..

art is the attraction ridiculed by time,

art is me.. for I am afraid of revealing the truth.

We all have a dirty slate.
Yours is just as dirty as others.
No one is pure.
The purists amongst us are in denial and
are yet to find self-acceptance.
The first step to change is to accept your filth.
Do not let the darkness of your surroundings consume you,
smile and shine through it.
We all have a dirty slate.
Yours, mine, theirs.. we all have a dirty slate.

I think, therefore I am not

We humans are thinking creatures
Unlike animals, we think and think and think
Often too much for our own good
We get lost in our thoughts and emotions
Letting them control us
As we blindly stumble through life
How easy life would be if we were to stop thinking
And started just being
Simply existing on this wonderful Earth without drama
Without wars, poverty and injustice
Have you ever seen a group of white rabbits discriminating a black rabbit?
Have you ever seen a goat charging other goats taxes for letting them live on 'his' land?
We humans feel like we are superior to animals
Because we have the power of thinking
But perhaps we've got it all wrong
After all
Who are we to judge other creatures when we can't even stop fighting amongst ourselves
Creating war and suffering everywhere we go
I hope one day we will realise that we need to change
For going about the same way as we always have and expecting things to get better is the definition of insanity

"Conceal"

I try to conceal the many things that I feel.
I bear them through writing but rarely through voice.
Sometimes it feels like I don't have a choice.
The feelings I keep are usually the very deep.
I hate when I don't know what to say.
I can't talk without shaking when the subject is something like gay.
My true self lives in the Internet.
While In real life I tend to keep it on the highest shelf.
Why is it so hard to say what you feel?
Why do so many choose to instead conceal?
I'll try speaking now.

This little poem deals with anything that changes your life, for example moving to another city or changing school.

Newside

One notices how painful the parting is

Only when the nuclear reactor is already melting.

Suddenly you're alone on a deserted island

And it remains no choice but to hate everything.

The new is often a wild and open ocean

And it carries you all around

Until you learn to surf

Until you slowly notice that the things disturbing you at first

Will be missed tremendously by you some day

Drop the anchor - The there will be here whilst the here will be there

Somewhere

by: Faith