OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

I may have too much time on my hands..

Here's a poem I wrote for the ''leap year contest'' on allpoetry.com . It's very long and a big change from what I usually write, but it was an interesting progress and I enjoyed writing it.

Leap year

This is a story about a day which only happens once every four years
It is very sad so prepare to wipe away your tears
Hear not the words I speak
But listen to the emotion and weep

Weep for this lonely day
Who doesn't fit in with the others but that's okay
Leap day is a time of celebration
Because for the other 3 years it's on vacation

It only shows up a quarter of the time
But is that its fault or is it mine
We have cast away this wonderful day
So maybe now it is time to pay

Let's settle our debts for good
Deep inside you know that we should
Though how are we to begin
When we have treated leap day like a sin

We have never accepted it for what it is
It's time to realise that was a swing and a miss
The truth tells us leap day is just like any other
But we treat it differently, I say why bother

Have we forgotten the importance of equality
When leap day is only welcome once every four years, what a pity
So many who don't get to celebrate their birthday every year
In fact, they are only 1/4th the age of most people here

Technicality ofcourse but I digress
My point is that the rules are really a mess
Too long leap day has felt abandoned
I hope that the message has landed

Why not add it to the yearly calendar
And with this final line, I surrender

The Reasons

As you release your last breath

Staring into the depths of death

Can you give your last reason

Not to commit the final treason

It can be a hand pulling you up

After you cracked and blew-up

That one always waiting there

When you've drowned in despair

The only reason you're living for

Can be that one last closed door

Possibly, opening at the last hour

The hope inside brings you power

Moving on from long, cold days

Holding on to that simmering blaze

Death comes knocking on the door

Remember your reason to live more

OR

As you release your last breath

Staring into the depths of death

Can you give your last reason

To commit to that final treason

Be it a hand pushing you down

The smile crumbles into a frown

The one always waiting there

To drown you in your despair

No longer a reason you're living for

Last straw the one last open door

Slammed closed at the latest hour

Shatters the hope and the power

Surviving those long, cold days

Dying by the simmering blaze

When death knocks on the door

Your reasons for living no more

Mysterious Manners

Mysterious manners are all around
This little kingdom that I found
Walls made of marble rise high
Solemnly protecting what is ours
Always standing still but never missing a thing

Atop the guards patrol
Walking in an orderly, trained fashion
Often looking to the sky for answers, something to get them through
Praying that the gods would tell them what to do

Mercenaries in the dark alleys are offering their services
These are dark times, or so they say
But I wonder who truly caused this dismay
Still the people seem rather content
You would think that they enjoy the chaos

Perhaps it's just a way to pay rent
The king is a cruel man
Do not anger him if you can
One fellow did, now his head is spiked
Yet the people do not seem to care

Smiling they walk through the main streets
Greeting me with a deep bow and a how do you do
I still cannot grasp what drives them
Or who

TRIGGER WARNING: Cutting

"I LET GO"

I watch

As this world around me

Slowly starts to fade

I gasp for every breath

I struggle for each heart beat

Till this pain becomes unbearable

A cut,

Blood slowly tricked down

Washing away all hopes and desires

And leaves me feeling numb

I reach my hands out

I feel for something to hold onto

But all I can hear

Is the world around me

Whispering "let go"

Now I wastch as by essence fades

With the remains of my broken dreams

And I finally let go

THE END

A day that I remember

I remember that it was cold.

That the chill of the wind bit through my coat and numbed my young hands.

This is a day that I remember.

I remember the newness of the city;

the warm hands in mine;

I remember the tall glass, staring down at me. Welcoming me to come inside.

But I did not, though now I wonder.

I wonder what was lost when we didnt venture further.

the lost memories. the lost beauty. the lost. the lost.

But at the time, I was

young, and easily distracted. As we, laughing moved on to our next location

I smiled

and moved on.

I remember that we ate at such a fine place.

That the lemonade was bitter and the sandwich was tall and it was marvelous.

I remember that we walked;

you wouldnt tell me our destination.

Uncovering the items in the back of the car, I was confused.

You smiled, you both smiled, and took me by the hands

again.

We walked up the stairs and into the cluttered, sweet-smelling room.

I was beaming.

This is a day that I remember.

Can you feel

The quirk of my lips

Curling up blissfully

As you sweep gentle hands

Down the arch of my spine?

Can you hear the echo

Of my quickened heartbeat

Thumping readily against

Your own rib cage?

Can you feel the reverberations

Of my contented hum

As my body so seamlessly

Melts into the dips and hollows

Of your own?

Today last year, my love, your letter arrived on my doorstep.

I missed it, but chased after it back at the post office.

Claiming something that was meant for me.

The moment, this pink envelope with cherry blossoms printed on it

A symbol of what could be and where we wanted to be

I held it close to my heart like sacred scripture

I could smell your perfume embrace me.

I protected it with my life until I got home....and carefully opened it.

My hands nervous, my breath held back.

My eyes drank in all your promises, written in ink.

Your pictures, the necklace.

Your undying love for me.

I held it close, read it again, and savored it...my first love letter, my first valentine. Nobody ever did it but you.

That was a year ago now.

Today, it's long forgotten. Behind you, a happy memory.

A regret to mine.

I wish I never was broken.

Then maybe I never would have lost you.

And we'd have shared more valentines together.

Pursuing goals together.

Growing together.

But all I have now is memories, and illusions, and left alone picking pieces of myself

While you climb higher, soaring faster in the path you take.

Happy valentine's my darling.

I still love you and it scares me to let you go

Even when you already canceled all the things your naive heart wrote.

Healthy people can, and should not stay

with sick people for too long after all.

You have a bright future,

I understand if you can no longer wait for me.

Goodbye my love...

Thank you for everything.

A minstrel's song

Our king sat on his throne
The one he so violently made
Of blood, flesh and bones
That so many people have paid

Paid the ultimate price
Their life for a seat
About twice the king's size
He can't even touch the ground with his feet

Still he insists on sitting there
Towering high above his men
Shouting with a deep voice 'Beware!'
Of what I say and when

'You would do well not to anger me
I'll have you beheaded
And then hang you out for everyone to see
Especially that woman you wedded'

He rules with an iron fist
With no toleration for error
Sometimes he adds a little twist
And throws people in the cellar

Often I have been put there
As a punishment for my rhymes
I find it hard to care
Even though they are non existent crimes

Rather me than some poor bloke
I can easily survive there
And face the king with a silly joke
Trying to hit a sensitive snare

He'll look at me with angry eyes
Steam coming out of his ears
'Stop telling lies
Or face all of your fears'

But I am the minstrel of this city
You cannot drive me away
My rhymes will always be witty
No matter what you angrily say

I will continue singing my songs
And you will continue to hate them
But if you don't correct your wrongs
There will be serious mayhem

Bleeding Through / Scar Tissue

***Trigger Warning: Self-Harm***

i am
everything and nothing
all at once
i am lost and i am found
wandering aimlessly
inside a home i don't really know

i don't know where i am anymore

this is me
craving the rich crimson
of sunrise and sunset
a darker hue that seeps into
all the love
hate
depression
rage
inside of me
making open wounds
causing scars to form
from my own touch
it's all out of focus
but only for so long

soon a blazing red will darken the sky
screaming profanities
whispering sweet lullabies
coaxing me, guiding me
pulling me closer to the edge

the voices are screaming at me
do it, you'll feel better
stop struggling
give into me now

and i give in
silently screaming

let it all rain down
reign over me
let me bleed
i will bleed
make me clean
i am bleeding

tears falling and lips quivering
it was a mistake
but i feel calm and i feel safe
and lately i don't know who i am anymore

I see you over there, I watch your every move

Your eyes so honest, skin so smooth

Your hair just perfect, your smile so merry

You shine so bright, even on a day so dreary

The way you catch my eye

Sometimes makes me want to sigh

I can only be so close

Cause you have thorns just like a rose

But, oh, if you could only see

How much you're fascinating me

I'd listen to your every word

I'd be your wings, if you were a bird

I'd be your cloud, if you were the rain

I'm starting to wonder if I'm going insane

But that is only because of you

And I have no idea on what to do

You're like a beautiful melody

You leave me oh-so breathlessly

You're like a marvelous piece of art

I'll keep you as a memory, close to my heart