OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

It is again that we meet,

and I itch to tell you of the worms that crawl under my skin as you speak.

You smile,

and constellations shatter like glass.

My mother told me to stay away from shattered glass.

But the stardust that coats each sliver is intoxicating,

and I was always too easily addicted.

I write and post my stuff on my instagram account (@ishabiebs) and here is a small poem I wrote for a follower of mine. Have fun.

Standing on the sand,

I watched you chase your dream.

Slipping through my hand,

Strongly captivated by him.

Running away from me

To chase the sun,

Darlin' you broke free

​To meet him at the horizon.

I really...really...

really...

have much bigger problems

than to worry about...him.

I have debts to pay..

I have unfinished work and upcoming works that are piling up.

And my crippling confidence to deal with.

I have therapy assignments

letters to write

to my abusers, to my observers...to those people that i've hurt because of the abuse/neglect i got.

i need to get a job...projects...something to work on.

but instead

i cry about him.

a person who wound up this web of honey

that i can wrap myself up in.

only to fall to the ground

because his lies don't even hold.

but i keep still.

wrapped up

in his empty promises.

i could just break free.

but i choose not to.

because

i still wait for him.

This is just a quickie I wrote the other night...its not good but still...here we go:

Mom,

Do you know?

I cry myself to sleep

I feel like I'm buried deep

Mom,

Do you know?

I draw on my skin

But I can't live with this sin

Mom,

Do you know?

I tried to give it up to the darkness

I just wanted to escape this madness

Mom,

Do you know?

I love it when the blood trickles down

Coz that's when the feelings shall drown

Mom,

Do you know?

My eyes get sore from the tears

I just can't let go of the fears

Mom,

Do you know?

How much your words hurt me

How much your ignorance cuts me

Mom,

Do you know?

Sometimes I wish I could die

Then in peacefulness I shall lie

Mom,

Do you know?

How much I want you to understand

And tell me it'll all be fine

Mom,

I just want to know

Do you even love me

Do you even care?

THE END

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT....ILL WAIT FOR A REPLY....IT REALLY HELPS WHEN OTHERS UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU FEEL

A Provocateur

I have an archive of my thoughts Fought

And I was sane enough to think the stink

That not all in this mind are brought and rot

Unto the real, and worldwide link by prink

I wish that I could bring this up Wrap

I like to see and notify it by

That someone here is to disrupt his crap

All the insanely codify and fly

-Ano ni Muse?-

what is there in me but a poet's left-wing hopes for a new home?

a politician's nightmare; a person's greatest dream;

what could arise but an equality so desperate and far-reaching that naught but the lord's now-empty chambers can truly mirror?

the parable of the madman, the liar, echoes

as a single grain of rice slips down seven billion throats at once,

and finally the people are content,

only becase there is no longer a greater power,

no longer a better than us,

as though the monstrosities in life are all machiavellian.

(I am the poet who dreams of a society where we are all equal, but none of us free.

becase freedom,

freedom is the deadliest poison of them all. )

I am here

When the lights are out
and the sun's asleep
Tell me, what do you see
does it make you weep

Or does it provide a smile
to replace that painful expression
And do you feel unburdened
after your midnight confession?

When you close your eyes
what does your mind say
Does it hate you
for wishing there would come no new day

Or is it secretly hoping
the exact same
But do you truly know the cost
of giving in to the pain?

When the voices quiet down
and you can finally rest
Does your life flash before your eyes
do you see how much you've progressed

Or are your memories dark and depressing
still tainted with fear
Please do realise
I am here

YOUR MIRACLE

When everything seems wrong

When you feel you're at your worst

When life goes awry

When you feel so low, you think it is impossible to rise

You think, this is the end

And in the end all you need is a miracle

And when the miracle doesn't happen

You feel hollow and empty

And your faith reflects the absence of the miracle and

You try to still have hope until all that's left of you is

A terrifying jumble of faith and pain

And all you can do is wonder

Wonder, what is the point of everything that has ever happened or ever will

And just as you feel

The choking hold of doom around you

That's when a little thing happens

An unexpected event

The miracle, perhaps

This something leads to a bigger something and this bigger something tips everything in the right direction

And maybe at this point in life

You think this could never happen

You believe you've used up all of your happy cards

And you're only left with the bad ones

Even in the face of the newfound good,

You deny it

But you have to remember

And hold on to the little faith you've kept

Remember, the bad events have to end, someday,

The wheel of life turns, and when times change, everything that matters changes and the unexpected miracle finally, oh, finally, happens

And this is the story of everyone,

And this is the story of you

You're brave, you're strong, you overcome impossibilities

Waiting, oh, waiting

For your miracle

For the miracle shall happen

And you shall find

Your happiness

​

You And I

Tears fall like a fountain from my eyes.

My mind searches everywhere for a disguise.

A disguise for you and I while we go on and live our simple lives.

Feeding from the darkness in our eyes people will never understand you and I

You and I, holding tight in this hell of a world.

Seeing things we can't rebound from.

We are stuck together just you and I.

You and I running threw the valleys and fields hold me tight so we can't let go.

Feeling that you and I will never be free from the world we live in.

Our eyes drip from the pain we have endured.

You and I, will never be heard.

Even though how hard we scream.

Our eyes will still see.

That disguise we once thought was free.

To lift this disguse is to open me.

Hello.. I am new here. I am Bipolar I :/. Lots of ups & downs.. I speed write usually at my worst.. I hope you guys enjoy it.