OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

( triggers: self harm, drugs)

Given to me

For one so young what do I have to offer

The shot glass for the liquor I drink

The water to down the drugs I choose to take

A spot on the bench I sometimes sleep

My bloody shirt from the cuts I need

The tears I leek for this painful life

For I have nothing to offer nothing worthy

Just broken bits and pieces of me

In a world I'm not sure I wanted to be

Now this decision will determine our fait

I choose to grow big and create another

And the things I learn I will forever remember

I have ears to hear your tinny voice

Lips to kiss your beautiful face

My arms to comfort you everyday

And love that comes from this little place

But it is not just I that can offer

You give to me so many things

Your eyes melt my heart with compassion

That bright smile empowers me with strength

The purity in your heart releases my sins

For one so young what do I have to offer

I offer my life for it is what u have givin to me

Lovely world, why do you hurt me so?

Through my breath I gave you life,

Gave you greatness for which you could strive

But you turned your back on me,

Evil eyes smiling with glee,

A world of grey,

Cold and filled with decay.

You wage wars against one another,

Poison dripping from the tip of your tongues,

With greed in your heart,

You'd kill your own mother and father.

What happened to young innocence once so pure?

The stages of grief
I

Say you love me
Say you need me
Tell me you

This is a poem for my brother, Isis.

I hope you know that I love you so much, and I forgave those people that were unfair to you, unfair to us. I hope you believe me when I say that I'm proud of you, Isis. I'm sorry Mum and Dad didn't accept you. It was not your fault, that's just the unfortunate kind of people they were. But they're getting better now, I promise. They want to forgive you for the things they did to you, Isis. I know you said you would never forgive them for the pain they inflicted on us. And I believed you at that time. I really did.

And as much as it hurts me to admit it, because I feel like I'm betraying you, but now I believe them. People change, Isis. Even if it's a slow fade. I hope you can trust me. Because I will never forget you. Remember that.

Remember that, Isis. I love you.

So I'm keeping the tradition, just like I promised all those years ago, when it all began.

We all love you, Isis. Even if we have trouble clearly expressing it.

" Pack. Attack. Bound, like leather of the surfer's bands. Together. And we're never giving up. "

~ Your brother, Indigo

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. : Aa.

Let me the Rock, Let me take the chain. Allow me to be the one that's blamed. Even though I know how much you love us, even though I know how much you want to keep us hidden, away to where we're safe, You can't be doing it forever.

. Forever. Forever, and ever and ever, there's reign. You are beautiful, my gorgeous one. And don't you ever doubt how much we appreciate your selfless acts of devotion to our care. But.

We know when we've been too much. We can yell it from the rooftops, blare it out. It's highly unlikely you'll truly hear, though, that's just who you are. We know that you're under a lot; You don't have to hide it.

Oh, Isis, please don't deny it. I know you do your very best to attempt and hide it, but I just want you to take your own advice. Be honest.

Let me be the Rock. Please. Isis, I can do it. Trust me.

.: Let me be the Rock, give me all the stresses and shame, Lay it all out. Give me all that guilt, let me carry all your pain.. Let me take the burden of hurt and anger and fear and blame. I know you've balled it up so far that you can't even see that it's silently killing you

. . Everyday.

Please Isis. I can deal with it, don't feel hesitation for pouring all of it out. You need it, and you know it. I can see the shine of your icy-fire eyes. Those stunning eyes. I know you love me, we know you care.

So You need to know this.

I'm gay.

And don't be afraid; I want to help you, to repay all the love you've shown to us. Okay?

So Let me take it all. Let is set you free. Let us gently help you to repair your dignity. Because You are the best older brother any of us could ask for, and you're what we need.

We need​​​​​ You, Isis. So much. So trust us, we are obligated to help. It's only fair. And you know that is something important for any young man, to be fair and respectful to all people.

​​​I 've told you that I can take it. That's because of you. You taught me everything I know, but yet it seems you don't practice the simple things.

Ironic, we say. Smiley Face.

.It's because of you, Isis. When you say you're proud of the young man I've become, the young adults any of us has became, I chuckle.

I chuckle because you don't see the obvious that I'm the way I am because of you. So, yes. You deserve the compliment.

Let me be the Rock. I will be the shoulder to cry on, the boy who saves your day.

You say so. And I believe you. I believe you are telling the truth, because this is what you've become.

So do not feel hesitation of giving us.

Because we are like you.

" We are stronger now. We are brave. We are the boy's, the underdogs, the ones who rescue the lost and down and save the day. This is who we are. "

~ Because we are like you.

And you are.

Accept this compliment, for you have never before. And you so deserve all of them, my dear friend. : .

This is a poem for my very close friend, Imogene. I hope you can finally see it, How Fabulous you are. I hope you know how much I love you. So much, my dear. So very much. Smiley Face.

~ Indigo

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Princess

I can teach you to be a true princess

Grow out that hair

Beautiful, elegant locks of status and imperialism

Stand up straight

A display of strength and fortitude

Head up high

Confidence, with posture intertwined

Get into that gorgeous dress

Always look your best

Do not walk

Glide

Soft and gentle

Feather light and Graceful

Isnt it fun being a princess?

Having tea parties and balls?

Running around in gowns

Crowns

And all?

You want to be a real princess dont you?

No more books then

Yes get rid of that rubbish

Princesses are not nerds.

Princesses do not work.

Princesses do not learn.

Princesses have people do that for them

No one wants a show off

No one wants to hear your opinions or ideas

Youre a princess

You dont need to do the thinking

You dont need a voice

You dont need knowledge

You do as youre told

Like a good princess

You will sit as you are told

You will speak when spoken to

You will lay down and roll over

Like the real princess you are

Now Smile

Yes smile

And never stop doing so

A real princess is always happy

Wave and greet

Greet and wave

A princess will never say more than she has to

It is her presence that is important

Not her words

Dont you know, that princess dont talk?

Why else would those crowned toys keep silent?

Be like a doll

Plastic and timeless

Pretty to look at

You must be pretty to look at.

Real princess dont eat

Thin out that waist

Thinner

Thinner

Never enough

Weightless like a feather

So feminine and petite

Pale like snow

Perfect like Porcelain

Whos ever heard of an ugly princess

Have you followed my rules?

Have you been a good princess?

A real princess?

Now its time for the big surprise

Youre going to become a Queen!

And do you know what that means?

A wedding yes a wedding

Oh but dont assume you get to choose

No no no dear

You will be thrown around from prince to prince

Used and Abused

Like the tool you were born to be

And you will take it all and keep that smile

As any good princess would

And finally you will settle

As a toy for another

And all your self-destruction

Has readied you

For a life with your lover"

Strong and beautiful--yay!

A LOVE SONG

There's no reason to be unloving

When love is the only thing you've got

There's no reason to waste your time when time is the only thing you've got

You stink of sadness and melancholy

You stink of what's going and what's no longer there

What has gone to rot

Decomposition has been infused in you

You are not stuck in this purgatory you can be free

Consider smelling of the future

All that is fresh and unknown

All that replenishes but irks you

All that makes you hate, but makes you love

Feel and experience life like a newborn child,my love

You'll feel ecstasy like never before

As will I

We will be ecstatic in unison

Each creeping thought that threatens our jubilation will no longer be

The creeping thoughts have no place when your heart is full and your imperfections are infinite, but whole

Conquering that ugly,fleeting fear will warm our ugly, fleeting hearts

Our eyes will glisten with fervour

And our lips will pucker at the sweetness of it all

Our legs will feel like marble columns

The mortals cower at our feet

You're body like a bottle fits in the nook of mine

The hands that get you everywhere, but nowhere

will feel religious to the touch

God will never save us, love

No, we know too much

There's too much joy in loving you

It's madness, and it's truth

It's incandescent, frank

It's dull and it's mysterious

It is beautiful, it's paradoxical

There's ecstasy in loving you,

And a heroine in your smile.

@Penk04, I love the energy, the joy of the shared future!

Endless Cycle

I cannot tame my mind;

a storm!

My thoughts fly,

they crash,

they die.

Reborn.

@WaterfallLily this is so!!! like pretty and simple while meaning so much and damn i rly love this

@ubiquituous Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this compliment means to me. That was my first poem ever!

@WaterfallLily was it really??? you should keep writing, id love to hear more from you. your way with words is just so!!! !!1!1!1!!!1!!1! wow!!!!!

Something You Call Love

What kind of love is this?
What kind of love was that?
Forcing you to forget
The buzz and joy of life.
You're empty and hopeless,
You feel numb and worthless.
And with a good reason, mind you.

What kind of love would do this?
This inherently evil
And wrong deed, this grievous
and fateful mistake, this
Unpunishable crime,
Corrupting the sweet time
You spent in her presence.

And what kind of love would
Let your dreams be shattered,
Taking all that mattered
Away from you so that you're
Left alone and naked,
Filled with wrath and hatred?
No kind of love would do that.

Hear my proposal, then:
What if you could forget
Her, your love, and all that?
Or maybe even worse:
What if she were amiss
Banished to the abyss?
Would you feel whole and fulfilled?

It's normal to feel so:
She's your one and only.
Therefore you feel lonely
Without her warm embrace.
You suffer from hearthache.
You're left with this mistake,
Something that you called love.

Is it love at all?
Was it love at all?

@Saelan, you're right, I think. When love is genuine, it nourishes and supports. You make the point well!

❤️

Summer Break

Days pass in dull silence;

Loud to any ears but my own-

"Malignant tumor, in the liver, ma'am,"

And breathing is difficult even

outside of the hospital,

"Stage three,"

antihistamines get popped every

2, 3, 4 hours,

but it's not my allergies that make

my eyes puffy and nose run,

"He might not make it,"

I've forgotten the color of the sky,

but pale hospital lights have burned themselves

into my brain, just like

tight hands around metal bedframes,

humiliation in his stead.

Untitled

There's art in here somewhere....
Poetry in the mistakes, in the terrible nights,
One after the other.
Never worth it, really,
In the end....
And I promise myself to be better.
Promise it won't slip by me next time.
Promise to turn this pain around into something beautiful....
To find the art in the morbid silences.
But perhaps it doesn't work
Because I'm wrong to think it would be here
To begin with.

I look down to see bruises on me.

One minute you love your christina

the next your saying i cant stand ya

You attacked me claiming to be evil

The look in your eyes your now the devil

You sit behind bars now

I sit alone thinking what why how?

Goodbye Boo

See you in a year or two

Overthinking

Who am I fighting when I'm thinking too much?

Who do I hate when I scream?

"This is not me" I keep telling myself.

but who else could it be...

I have to keep fighting these thoughts in my mind

these feelings of hate towards me.

I will not let these bad thoughts defeat who I am

Who will win this war if not me?

blame

We're do I stand?

I'm confused

I am to blame

For walking around

For breathing

no were to go

A Thankyou to @roadie for pointing me in the right direction to were I should post my poems

Good stuff @brokengirl1

All the world is in need of a loving embrace.
A compassionate and understanding presence
To lift it from its dis-ease and its sorrow
And allow all the Being, the Isness of it all, the colors and sounds
To flow freely within this phantasmagorical dream
That God is having, and in which we all play but a part.

A short one I thought sounded good. Hope you like it.

Sometimes we are alone,

with no place to call home.

Sometimes we are alone,

and feel like behind bars.

Trapped in our own minds,

can't go forward, can't go back.

And sometimes we hold the key,

and can't decide where we'd rather be.

A lot of truth here, @wolfgirl404, a lot of truth.

❤️

You paint yourself gold, Taint your very soul With emotions and wars.. Of things that left behind scars. But You're only as damaged as you let yourself be. Shunned your soul for acceptance but yet too blind to see. With every vein, every blood that courses through, Embrace your every shadows and demons within you. A candescent being lurks behind, Lit with passion and magnificence is what you ought to find, Behind that painted and dusted soul Also lies a shattered heart of Gold. Yours Truly The Birdy Called Duff

Her Father

What do I tell her?

How was he like?

How do I begin?

Long ago lived a great king!

Or a man who was calm, Noble and plain?

Or a Quiet Saint?

Or he left us to save the country?

Is he alive?

He is for the world, but not without us.

Or not for you and me.

Did he love us?

He loved you and me, very dearly

So much that he left us quite hurrily.

Why did he leave?

I have told you so many times.

Alas, I don't know how to lie

To that little soul who cries.

Day and night for her beloved Father

Maybe it's time

Sorry my doll, he wasn't any of the above.

He was a foolish coward infact.

Did not know

To raise you was not a punishment,

but a challenge to accept.

With pride and prestige

And love and care

What can I say?

Your father left us today or yesterday?

Or exactly 6 years back when you were born.

You are a girl, maybe it's your fault?

Oh my poor doll, you will always have Mom.

One day, he come to me,

Whispering his deceitful words and lurking between my heart,

Catch every breath that i inhale and posessing it,

Try to control my move, my mind to follow his desire

To drag me in doom..

What should i do?

What should i say?

Who can i ask for help?

I struggle to get loose from his clutch...

I can't see any light that could save me..

My ego is burned down,

My bravery fading

My strenght seem to b loose,

Even my faith vanishing..

What should i do?

He laugh out loud,

His laugh stab my heart deeply until i cant breath..

He torturing me with his whisper...

I can't b strong anymore..

Yes he win...

He win this fight..

When i'm about to defeat..

And fall into the abyss of doom

Somebody suddenly hold my hand..

I say let me go! Let me fall!

The arms owner say

I wont let u fall..i'll save you

I dont have anything anymore..i said

But u still have me..i will returned all what he takes from u...he uttered..

He pull me up and save my life..

He's a hero, a knight, a prince charming..

He return all d faith, d strength, the brave

He is d light of hope who defeat the deceitful despair..

He fight with d despair in me n let me out from the clutch of Mr Despair

He is Mr light of hope

Who had conquer my heart with lots of light and shine...

I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service.

Every time I

Hear my mum's voice over

the crackle of a shitty

cellphone carrier in --,

I wonder

if she's only calling to

make sure I haven't

vanished into

a flaccid corpse,

held up by only

a starved, rugged

rope.

She will ask me

if I'm doing okay,

and I will reply

that I'm fine,

Regardless of the

demons that rage in

my head at night,

cursing and spitting

at all the world.

At me.

My father will call

at the most inconvenient

of times. 10

o'clock in the

one evening where I

finally decide to--

He calls. He

asks if I'm okay, and

I'm suddenly crying,

despite not having felt

anything for months.

When Anxiety calls, it's

3AM.

I can never force myself

to hang up, to leave it

so that Anxiety can listen

to the dial tone that's

so-often heard by me.

Anxiety whispers the

truest words into my

ears, tinny and metal,

harsh and unforgiving.

It leaves me behind,

wilted with its colleague,

Depression, who tugs in

my lifeblood, whose

pumping fills me with

a lifetime of dissatisfaction.

When Depression calls,

it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon (morning?)

It starts with contentment.

I am calm.

I will work.

But I find that I cannot;

that I'm too exhausted by the--

(by nothing)

to touch the

work I have,

the family I have,

myself.

My throat is parched,

my lips cracked,

but I cannot take

a single sip of the icy water

that lays beside me.

Instead, I let it fall,

spilling onto the sheets, hoping

that it will take me

with it.

When my brother calls,

my life is a little brighter,

if only for a second.
He's hasn't got

any idea that I

am drowning in my own

incompetence. That I,

his little sister,

cannot take a sip of the water he

brings to my lips.

He is struggling to drink, too, and

we know that we both have

dry throats and cracked lips, but

when we are together,

we forget them, for even a second.

My brother is a

miracle, the laughter ringing

in my ears. The one

whose steps make me want to

run, to catch up, to

touch him just to make sure he's real,

and listen to the gentle

sounds of his flute as he

plays a requiem for

the pair who do not know to leave me alone.

@ubiquituous that was wonderful

@Maxlexie2 thank you !! :)

These demons in my head

I cant stand them sometimes

I know it will get better eventually

But when will that be?

Roses are red,
Mornings are hard,
I suck at poetry,
Coffee.

this is called im lost sorry if it makes no sense just how i feel right now

the text you sent tore me open

its all on me now what happens

you take no blame in your mind

i will take every bit of blame out of love

the corridor is there do i clsoe the door or walk throguht it

you ask if this is just a joke

like you dont know me or ever did

the only joke here is my feelings for you

knock knock knock

i hear you calling me

and all i can do is turn my back

so you dont see the tears

i pick me over you

you lose your door is locked

have the key to my heart

but you wont have me

Im sorry for making you worry

Im sorry for being so tired

And pretending im just on 'diet'

Please forgive me

And just let me be

I'm alone and thats okay

Turning off my phone and just staying away

It hits me hard

To read your get well soon card

I'm glad you came

But don't br disappointed

If I'm never the same.

Ill write an ode to reading

To escaping this earth

Delving in a land, instead,

Of cheerfulness and mirth

For in a book is release

From this reality

Instead of being weighed down

You are weightless and free

Reality is wicked

And cruel and harsh and cold

One is gloomily played out,

The other gaily told

Ill write an ode to reading

Where happiness is found

For this world will pass away

And your woes will be drowned

-Lucas Durand

@ParanoidPoet, I agree completely! Reading can provide a marvelous, comforting escape.

Relapse

Feeling panicked
No where to go but down
Fall to your knees
Break your impact with your silent screams.
Thoughts invade and conquer,
Tight lips and nervous eyes wander.
Voices penetrates your thoughts
Like an old friend,
and remind you these are the rules for
Loving me once again.
Remove the food, the feelings come too.
Numbness creeps in from out of the blue.
You're afraid and lonely,
you can not describe
You feel miserable from the inside.
Seeking comfort in what you know,
Seeking pleasure will kill you slow.
The emptiness you feel will soon grow.
Bones protruding
You hide your pain.
You say it's complicated
You've always been this way.
Denying my existence will feed the pain,
you're numb
You're ready to obey.
Starve just one more day.
Wipe your face and get on with day.
Put a smile on
and hope the facade won't fade.
Breathe in deep, so they won't see
The fear is taking over me.

@Redheadbaker7206

Survivor's Guilt

Nobody told me.

How much more agonizing

It will be

Once you cut it off.

Freedom

Gets really lonely

When you're so used to the pain.

That maybe

Misery

Was the better option

for all the company it's given me.

I was alone too

But at least

Someone

Pretended to love me.

I'm starting to think

that maybe

I was better off

in your abuse

than have this quiet.

You're a psycho, my therapist said,

and a lot of points do factor in that fit you as

a narcissist,

sociopath

that only keeps friends for their usefulness

...

at least i felt useful

no matter how meager it was.

even if it was just for your amusement

i had your attention

you saw me.

now i'm alone.

so utterly alone.