OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

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?

Drought

Emptiness

I wonder what would nourish my soul

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.

Absolutley lovely work! Great Job @JDM108

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)

@ubiquituous wow, really deep. I loved it :)

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.

@DumpsterBros

wow, i quite literally have goose bumps, that is incredible.

With a smile that shines like the sun And the freckles that resemble the stars, Hair that's dark and mysterious Just like your cute little scars. Your body is like a galaxy, Every time I look up I see you. Don't let the words people say build up and stick like glue. Your heart is made up of glass that hS already been broken, Perhaps the things that I say were the first things really spoken.

Just came up with this on the spot... not perfect but my thoughts in a short poem at the moment.

Everything is weighting down on me.
Dragging me so far under.
Voices that will never stop.
Tears that continue on.
These thougths have consumed me.
Swallowed me whole.
A once colorful world is not too bright anymore.
A world that was gold had faded to black.
My world filled with madness,
filled with sorrow,
filled with pain,
A world with billions... yet I stand alone.
A dark cloud has followed me everywhere.
Raining on eveything.
It never ends.
It never ends.
....please make it end.

If I neer saw daylight again

Or the sky of brilliant blue

I would be happy, if I still

Could, my dear, see you

If flowers never bloomed anew

If the grass withered away

If you were still within my sight

Id rejoice all the day

If I never saw you again

But many a sunrise

And luscious, green, grass standing tall

And flitting butterflies

I would feel empty, despite all

The beauty around me

For youd be gone, Id be alone

In much misery

-Lucas D.

@ParanoidPoet This is amazing. Your choice of words is brilliant and they fit well with the general rhythm of your poem, and they simply sound wonderful. Great work!

@Cheeney Thank you. I'm glad you liked the poem.

The birds outside my window

Crowed about their woes

Flapped their black feathers

Leaving remnants of nightfall

In the bright afternoon sun

Or was it newspapers

Ink-soaked beaks that cried

For doomsday or salvation

Something to disturb the lull

Of everyday mediocrity

That shed their wings at the door

@StellaFinnoh I like where this went, how have I fallen into this routine of unhappiness?

@Tt33

Thank you :)

Oh, @StellaFinnoh, this is magnificent.

You came into my life like a whirlwind ,

And lifted me off my feet,

Sucked me into your vortex,

Acting like it was a frivolous thing.

So many revelations,

As unforeseen as they may be,

Just brought me closer,

To your charismatic being.

You gave a reason to my living,

And for the first time I found myself feeling,

Self conscious about the way I looked,

On all the days that we were meeting.

I started interpreting signs,

Omens that I never believed in;

Your attitude couldn't be deciphered,

And it left me eternally wondering.

I started picking petals off a rose,

"He loves me, he loves me not",

Imagine my self doing this before?

Definitely not.

Why couldn't you just answer,

Why can't you be sure,

I can't play this game anymore,

It isn't my forte.

You're leaving in a few days,

I won't get to see you like before.

Maybe it's for the good that we're parting,

Maybe I'll find someone like you who could fill up the hole.

You'll be just another memory,

Etched onto my brain,

Just another person,

Leaving me torn and in pain.

The thing that saddens me is that,

I never got to hear your end of this tale.

Storm

Life is a storm at sea

whipping up waves

beating harshly against

the ships that navigate

its dark chaotic waters.

Have courage, sailor.

the storm will pass

and you will live to see it through.

@DearMySanity I like this poem alot. good imagery

Choose a Side

They told you tonight

decide what you want

choose what to believe

but you don't know what it is you want

What should you believe?

all the arguments are so convincing

this is right but so is this,

even though they aren't the same at all.

they want you to choose a side

but you don't hold fully

with either.

So you stood your ground

and bore the weight of their thoughts

They asked you to choose,

but they only wanted you to

stay on their side,

and when you couldn't,

everyone else tried

to pull you apart,

let them each have an arm

he can have a leg,

but for God's sake,

keep your soul and mind.

They're all that you've got.

A thousand fears

Eyes full of tears

No smiles no cheers

Cursing the seers

Who said that the world

Was going to change

Abuses at them hurled

In languages strange

It was still the same,

Still mad, she screamed

Still thirsty for fame

And yet she dreamed

For a hope, for a light

From this hell, to take flight

For a future that was bright

San the wrong, full of right

For something else,

Something good

To correct the wrongs,

The misunderstood

To make a change

As very few would

And thus she stood.

Swing

[prompted by this image]

Withered leaves were blowing in the wind
on this tree that was once a natural king
Here sat a little boy who had sinned
being punished by pain's eternal swing

Moonlight caught the boy's eye
a wonderous sight in these dark days
He had known his time was also nigh
still I doubt he's going to change his ways

He glanced down at the earth below
exhausted from constantly being swung around
With his despair not far in tow
he leapt right towards the solemn ground

Illusion of peace

This illusion of peace enchants the innocents
softly luring them to lower their guard
Why must we continue to fall for its tricks
why must keeping the peace be so damn hard

The exchange of smiles softens their spirit
false pretenses never fail to clouden their mind
Why must we keep on this ridiculous charade
why must true love take forever to find

Though I wonder, maybe it is best not knowing
when many of us are living just to survive
Why must we bare pain and suffering daily
why must obstinacy be the only thing keeping us alive

I switch on my television to watch the news
another attack on humanity darkens our earth
Why must we eradicate precious life
Why must war live in an eternal cycle of rebirth

The girl in the red shoes

Sitting beside me on the bus

Hummed a little tune

As we rode among clouds of fog

In the murky swamp

Of the night

Her voice squeaked and broke

Over speed bumps and pitfalls

High pitched and timid

The little songbird crooned

And creaked

Like tired worn wheels

Shrapnel

Shrapnel.

That's all that's left

of the wreckage of my soul

broken pieces that

I can't put back.

I guess I'll just

carry on like

nothing ever happened

and hope that it

fixes itself.

trigger warning...sexual implications/heartbreak/grief/pain

Simple.

Versus

Complex.

The simple thing is, you're a guy.

And I'm a woman with holes

that you can fill.

The complex thing is i'm a woman

with varying, unpredictable emotions.

The simple thing is

to you

this is fun.

a game.

something to express relief

let off some steam.

The complex thing is

to me

it's more than just fun

it's penance

it's a desperate attempt at reconciliation

so that you love me again.

The simple thing is

you told me

that you cant

you dont want to forgive me.

You cant love me

you dont want to love me.

You just like me.

You

have honestly

told me

what is your truth.

You told me

that there is something special

but nothing serious

because my complexities

stress you out.

The complex thing is

I have an unrelentless desire

to hope

because

i still love you.

The simple thing is...

you just don't...anymore.

I'm just comfortable.

With good days, that make you love me

but if i go too much

you're sick of me.

The complex thing is

I think your opinion of me can change.

The simple thing is you wont.

The complex thing is i think I have a shot.

Or I'm staying just so I dont see you flirting with other women (not like i'll know since i never see your facebook or the possible other women you talk to)

The simple thing is

I keep accepting this treatment, because i think i deserve it.

for hurting you.

because of my past.

The complex thing is

you actually think i deserve this too

with your merciless entitlement.

And your selfishness to keep me, same as mine.

The simple thing is

I could just let it go and take the fun too.

The complex thing is

I can't. Because I still love you.

@weepingartist, this poem touches a nerve. It's amazing.

@BraveSpirit -hugs-

thanks.

This is a poem I wrote when my therapist gave me the prompt to write something about being the mother of a child who self harms (In the child's point of view)

You may say you understand

but I know that you don't.

You don't know what I do

when I'm behind closed doors.

You say you've felt this same way

especially at my age.

But mama, we're different.

You don't understand my pain.

You don't hear my dark thoughts

when I fall apart in bed.

But thankfully sleep is a cousin of death.

I'm alone in my room

pretending this bed is my tomb.

But some nights imagining my metaphorical death

is still not enough to kill these thoughts in my head.

Mama you never saw what was beneath my sleeves,

where scars replaced lovely skin

and blood and blades brought relief.

But I know you won't understand Mama,

so why bother with this?

But wait a minute Mama

are those

scars

on your

wrists?

@TaintedHaze beautifully written

@TaintedHaze amazing truly beautiful

@TaintedHaze This is such a beautiful poem <3

I wrote this song in the depths of a depression.

"Hard to Maintain"

My body always feels like it's about to die

Blacken my lungs to maintain my mind

Reach for the rhythm, wrist under my thumb

And blow smoke at the insatiable sun

I'm still here I'm still here I'm alright I'm still here I'm alright

(Skipping the second verse for the sake of brevity)

If I love you its in spite of all the fear inside of me

If I stay it's against every impulse I have to leave

My body fights and wants to flee

My mind is tired and tortures me

But i

I still believe

@Sjr, this really speaks to me.