OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

contempt is but a second-hand hatred

for what is the greatest thing to have been seen

inasmuch as the earth's beginning

Sun sets, night stars twinkle

It was never for me to choose

Life, to be lived by you

You crept into my window

last night

and made my dark room

infinitely darker

I've already posted this poem but I think it needs to be here :P lol enjoy

I sit alone while the world sleeps In pure and blissful slumber

Their eyes closed and lashes to cheeks they dream with out a number

I sit alone while the world sleeps the night skies I am under

From my walls the shadow creeps while in fear I wonder

A Criticism of Society's Piety for War

What is a scream but a blue-eyed mercy

in a whisper a fortnight from now?

fifteen thousand years in the future,

a minstrel will sing it to you,

and you will sob for the millions left in rubble

My first attempt at writing something "optimistic"...

Butterflies in my stomach,

For the first time, I'm at a loss of words.

My words stutter and I stand,

As still as I shudder.

Nevertheless, my mind seems to possess a mind of it's own,

It is conjuring up things I've never witnessed before.

A sweet mellow wind,

Blowing across a lush meadow;

The grass swaying gently,

Creating a rhythm of it's own.

I hear the stream bickering,

The gigantic tress rustling,

Why is everything asudden,

So calm and undulating?

It's hard to believe that this is the same mind that once before,

Thought of terrible things and pushed me head first onto the ground.

Am I starting to feel hopeful now?

These reflexes seem so unknown.

Whatever may be the reason,

Of this sudden uproar?

I'm still dumbstruck, slack, facing this boy whom I adore,

He's starting into my eyes as though he is connected to my soul.

A look of such predilection in both of our eyes,

I am lost in the spur of the moment,

Before I can get the picture of the time.

A strange sensation on my lips,

I feel as we lean in;

Goosebumps on my skin as I syncopate my body with his;

We seem to be melting in sync.

Maybe this is what it feels like,

To fall in love and dance paradise.

The monsters wouldn't dare to face me now,

There's a hero by my side.

He made me realise that I'm the protagonist of my life.

(A/N: This is super ugly im sorry i didnt revise it)

Bathe me in your sinful bliss

The way my hands run cold

And how water flows out of my eyes

People would ask me why

And with a glance

Mixed with bloody eyes and runny noses

I laugh and laugh and laugh.

Bathe me in your sorrowful womb

Where thoughts are heavy

And my body is heavy as well.

When the tears run dry

Yet I still cry,

Will you bathe me in that sinful sorrow?

Correct me, if I'm wrong

When the will to live has died

And my soul has cried enough,

Won't you take me to bed tonight?

And in that bed

Tuck me to sleep,

Shut my eyes

And leave me in peace.

So later I may bathe in my sins

Darling, I adore you

Think of you everyday

Darling, you are perfect

In every single way

Darling, I could never

Describe it just with words

But Darling, I am trying

Even though it hurts

Darling, it breaks my heart a little

But I will be alright

Darling, I can be a shadow

As long as you're my light

Darling, you'll never find a love

Which is purer than mine

Darling, I could be the moonlight

If you'd be my sunshine

But for me, Darling, all of this

Is merely just a dream

Darling, keep in mind

Things are never the way they seem

//Couldn't focus on my work, so I did a little freewrite just to let loose, then decided to touch it up a bit. I don't write much, but here goes. Hopefully your thoughts wander like mine did : P //

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Sometimes I wonder what would happen if

the words in my head, dancing on hot coals

frantically screaming insanity in my ears

filling my waking dreams

my walking dreams, my talking dreams

my cyclical conversations, the ebb and flow

of my static salutations, kept on hold

by the changing tide, the moon rises

to grip the current of events,

drown my sorrows in the glass phrasings

of hollow confirmations of my safety, my loss,

as the spinning earth revolves around my head.

Hells been howling on my mental.

These filial fluctuations robbed my mind

of my space in time, the end rushes

to meet me, my brain gushes

a stream of thoughts unmitigated

a torrent communicated, critically proliferated.

Staccato cracks the crisis.

Damming the flow, the wound appears to heal

catharsis cauterized, I still hide what I feel.

And I wander.

Shattered Dreams

Dreams were the enemy

Because they looked for finality

In a world where uncertainty survived.

In a reality where time needed to meld into

Daysmonthsyears

Dreams lengthened the minutes

drawing the notch ever tighter

The dreams supressed

became our legacy

thus I became a child of expectation

Presaged and impendent

who fled these dreams

fearing to disappoint

But dreams return, on wings of anticipation,

to shatter ever stronger.