OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

The one

What do you behold, sweet morning world?
will I feel the warmth of the sun if I step outside
and contemplate the distance between me and it
or will rain strike my tempered skin
waterdrops running from my hair to my cheeks
cloudening my vision and aptly clearing my mind

Who will you condemn, sweet morning world?
and who will you extend your blessing to
are they familiar with one another, friends even
or shall their paths never cross in this life
not once noticing their unfortunate connection
gazing past the tall grass as they step forth into the unknown

Where will you lead, sweet morning world?
will you have changed come nightfall
should you glance upon a mirror, will you see
a replica of yourself softly staring back
or will you not recognize the one behind the glass
shall you nod in silent acceptance or turn the other way

When will you come, sweet morning world?
will you disperse this all-embracing darkness
and strike down fears for the coming of no new day
spreading noble happiness throughout the minds of many
or do you reckon you won't bother with the questions
of a lone man not wise enough to answer his own

My Heart or My Mind
which one should I believe?

My mind kept on telling me:
You're a grown up
You're strong and mighty
You've been looking after yourself

But my heart kept on nudging me:
There's something not right
And I didn't know what should I do
Should I flood you with my questions?

Which one should I believe?
My heart or my mind

Heroes. Heroes are the spark of hope in the vast world of darkness that is reality. Heroes are the ones that fight, and win. The winners are granted hope. The winners are granted freedom from the darkness. They are granted a sort of happiness.

But there would be no heroes without villains. Heroes fight the villains, and win. That is what makes them heroes. Without villains, there would be no heroes. Without heroes there would be no hope. Therefore, without villains there would be no hope.

Winners are granted hope, but the losers are granted fear and hopelessness. When the heroes lose, their hope is taken away. And the spark in the world flickers and dies.

What happens to the losers? They get lost. They fall into complete darkness. But there are some that stand back up. But they usually get pushed back down. Those who keep fighting are heroes in themselves. But no one will ever see them as that.

But heroes can be fatal. Heroes, while they grant hope, also makes curiosity. Others try to be heroes too, and when they cant… They become losers. They fall into darkness, because of the heroes. So heroes are also villains.

Heroes are also villains, and villains are also heroes. But heroes will always be seen as heroes, and villains as villains. No matter what they do to stop that. Because even if a villain becomes a hero, nobody sees them for that. Or if a hero becomes a villain.

Winners are losers in a way, and some losers are heroes. Everyone loses something in their life, but not everyone wins. Some losers are not heroes at all. Some have lost it all, without winning anything.

Of Faith and Friendship

Remembering my lifes first chapters,

I have nothing but bunch of fears, twisted faith, and undying insecurities.

Marking my being as their territory,

All carved so achingly deep within me.

A flicker of hope caressed my soul, I was then in my first row.

The peer threw me and my young heart to insanity,

Wounded my trust, broke a little faith so I break free.

It drawn to me that hope was just temporary.

Morning came as I woke up, breathing in a new life in a new light.

I raised my head for the first time, devoured the sky then heaved a sigh.

Trying to put a smile, I boldly walked through the midst.

There I saw another peer; maybe… just maybe different from before.

I remember taking a wobbly step forward. Stopped, then doubted.

Paranoia struck my whole system all of a sudden.

Lurking What ifs filled inside my head.

Calming down a little as they whispered, Dont be scared.

They took my hands and I felt fine,

They blissfully sang a song, that made me sing along.

Feeling so absurdly familiar with the laughs, chatters and their warmth,

It was like, finally Im not alone… finally I found my home.

Can you see Him? they asked, pointing above.

As I looked up, tears began filling my eyes.

The ray of light was smiling in my direction.

I can feel my wounds closing, leaving me no scars.

Giggles came next and I felt light embraces,

Then together they said,

We know, my friend, what once there in you… for He Himself healed us too.

Trust in Him fully and youll see…

He will never let you down for He loves you so purely.

Her III

When I'm alone,

I can't breathe,

But when I see you

It's like i'm given new lungs.

The world explodes in color,

my eyes become light,

the stars shine brighter,

everything is changes

You saved me from drowning,

from my fears,

from him,

from myself.

And you don't even know,

you can't see how beautiful you are

when you fingers fly across the keys,

or when you giggle over my boring stories.

I love you

And still you don't know,

I love you

A Cry of Surrender

Take me back to oblivion
Wipe the smog off my heart
Let me be free of these burdens
Help me be innocent and kind.

Tell me everything I need to know
Share the pain of Your wounds
I am human with a darkened soul
But Your grace is what I

Choosing Life Today

Abundantly joyful

Blessed to be alive. I

Can

Time slowed down where the sun sauntered just under the tree line.

The lazily glazed orange of all that the twilight touches

Came drifting in through my window to settle inbetween my piano keys

As if it were gently playing out is glowing setting.

No thoughts existed between the dappled golds

Stretching through my room.

A mild, Autumn quiver of leaves was the only motion in the

Suspended sunshine.

I was held in a motionless breath that reminded me of how much I enjoy this time of the day.

I remembered that although I love the rain with its quiet greys and delicate flittering,

The sunshine of twilight is always breathtaking.

i breathe.

each inhale is a noose around my neck

damning me to an eternal life's worth

of stupid descisions; i do not care

that i am failing art when my cousin

is beaten by her husband, or that i

have failed math honors when all i wake

to is the repetitive sound of bikes

shredding tires louder than i can scream.

my counsellor tells me i cannot keep

this up. i know, sir. I know that sleepless

nights have begun to take their toll; i can

not breath, sir. I cannot tell the difference

between life and dreams, sir. I can only

hope for death, sir. He calls my parents and

they are more disappointed than scared to

lose me. I want to die, sir. Please let me.

A message for the gods

Misery weeps a song of woe
whilst the moon's light touches the earth
its drops shine a bright reflecting silver
shattering as they hit the floor beneath

A wolf's cry fills the nightsky ever so desperately
balance shakes and falls as the hunter becomes the prey
the howling fades away with a sense of remorse
and I am left to ponder the fate of that lone wolf

Make haste, I tell myself, you don't have the time
the beast shall have to make his way without me
mayhaps I will say a prayer for it when morning comes
I must hurry now, for the gods won't hear my prayer from the grave

My fingers close tightly around the tilt of my steel sword
I hold the blade in front of me, a slight tremble of the hand
the sword slips and the metal clatters on the stone floor
the song of fallen metal disheartens me, for it forebodes certain death

A sharp pain moves through my body and losing my self control I scream out in anguish
this is not my time, not now, I say, mostly to myself, I am not done living
I rise and wipe the sweat of my brow, panting heavily and looking up to the sky
the gods shall have me another time, I pledge as I move forward without once glancing back