OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Sup

I look up
my friend arrives
He says 'sup?'
and gives me high fives

We chat for a bit
until he gets bored
I challenge him with my wit
but he just snored

Time for us to part ways
until next time
Maybe one of these days
I'll stop my rhyme

Slumbring in the drakness

Waiting for you

I try to get up

But fell once again reaching out for you.

Unloved You

How can I unloved you?

I wonder why I fall in love with you the one who never able to secure a future with me,

Since when I become like this?

I am a girl who knows what I want and don't want to risk anything in my life

Why am I crying again and again?

I used to be a strong girl and able to contain my emotion well. What went wrong?

Why me?

Am I too gullible? Am I just that easy?

So how can I unloved you who show me how to feel?

Progress.

Small steps.

Small. Tiny. Boring. Miniscule. Repetitive.

Steps.

I'm shedding some fears,

cleared out some past hurts

Accepted that some things wont be the same.

But now life is gray.

Nothing.

Dull.

Looking to movies,

songs,

series

for temporary highs.

Outside

I see combustion and urban decay

Nature feels like it's dried up.

What is this feeling.

Why can't I feel excitement over sunrise or sunsets anymore?

You don

Voices

Suffering in silence,
stuck with the pain.
When will I adjust?
It's all in my brain.
These voices inside won't leave me alone.
Shouting and screaming,
til they go cold.
My head filled with madness.
These houghts that go on.
Alone I am standing.
I'm tired of these games.

A glimpse of infinity is all we need...

To spiral up, down, left right, and through to realms unknown...

Sometimes wondering "Is this it? or "Will I be alright?" we quiver,

but we are always safe, nestled in the arms of the cosmic Mother.

Love is a trip that we can't get out of and didn't sign up for,

A cruel mistress who takes us where she will,

We think, "I'd be better off without this", but deeply we know,

It couldn't be any other way.

Living, loving, laughing our life is the goal and should be the path,

But love takes us on journeys uncharted, with no promises, no guarantees,

Except one, unfailing, ever-solid, lifetime one,

One day, kicking and screaming if necessary, we will return Home.

A sound— the shattering of glass, perhaps, the roaring of thunder, more likely

Between which millions of years may pass;

between which there is but a fraction of a second

In those years, that second,

reality is a fiction, and fiction trumps what was known

and a scream echoes from the outskirts of fiction

it is mine

(so it goes)

I live life backwards;

Pouring stars into my coffee

And scattering sugar across the skies.

Im just a car crash kid

Dreaming with the brakes cut,

Waiting for an impact that may not be coming.

I know you dont see the world the way I do,

And I know that no one ever will.

Because my sixth grade teacher told me

There was no one with my name

And background

Or with the same experiences as me

Anywhere in time on earth.

She wanted to make me feel better

About being different,

But all it made me feel was lonely.

Lonely and a little sad.

Sad: because youll never

Look into your teacup to see constellations winking back,

And the night sky is out of reach

instead of stored in your sugar dish.

Lonely: because sometimes it feels like were living

In alternate universes,

Not just seeing the same one

Through different eyes;

And how can I say I love you

When it might not mean

What I want it to?

I know Im living backwards,

And I know its more than a little weird.

But at least Im aware enough to see

That you are living life sideways:

Twirling through dark nights

Like the galaxies in my tea kettle,

And the ballerinas you see dancing

In daisy fields.

At least Im brave enough

To see the sharks you watch

swimming in your sink,

And show you the coral reef

Expanding under the surface of the pool.

Maybe I can be vulnerable enough

To tell you about the spiders

Crawling under my skin when I cant sleep at night

As you talk of wolves howling in your head

Maybe,

Just maybe,

We can both be naïve enough

To realize that were not so different,

You and I.

And maybe,

Just for tonight,

We could lay out in a pasture of ballerinas

And watch sugar twinkling overhead.

Maybe together we can quiet the animals

Inside us

And finally get some rest.