OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

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

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.

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.

The presence of time

In the future, there will be no uncertainty
I whispered to myself in a dark room
I will not fear, I will not avoid
I will be complete

In the future, things will get better
I said, comforting myself late at night
I will not feel sad, I will not feel lonely
I will be strong

In the future, everything will make sense
I forced myself to believe
I will not question my strength, I will not disappoint myself
I will be happy

In the future, what will things really be like?
I started to wonder
I can not predict the future, I can not see what lies ahead
I should not cling to something that is not real

''In the future'', what does that really mean?
I asked myself
Is it just a figment of my imagination? A projection of my hopes and fears?
Is it even any different from the present?

In the future, what nonsense is that?!
For what is the future, if not the present being perceived at a different time
Why must I concern myself with worrisome thoughts
Why shan't I just enjoy what I have now?

itriedmybest

atyourbehest

butiwasnevergoodenough

foryourlovesorough

itriedmybesttostand

andkeepyouinhand

butiwasnevergoodenough

foryourlovesotough

justgivemeachance

tolearnhowtodance

todancetoyoursong

itwonttakeverylong

jsutgivemeachance

achancetodance

sooryforsomereasonitwontletmeputspacesbetweenwordsanditbugsmetoiknow

No One

I'm here again alone with no one that seems to care,

No one who digs deep to know me,

I am judged so quick it's not fair.

My loneliness is sometimes so hard to bare,

Will no one hold me?

Where is my lover, my companion,

I still have feelings to spare,

But I am still left alone,

With no one who really cares.

Ash

Now I recall why I chose to fool around

and pretend to be loved while investing my all.

Because I'm so goddamn broke

and the passion I used to love

has moved on without me

because I couldn't really get my act together

when my first abuser broke me.

so I hid

for 10 years

on false romances,

to feel the fullness of life in movies

only to fall back to square one

and now

I have to deal with life

as a 25 year old

with only 10 dollars to her name

technically living in her parents' basement

while all her friends enjoy achievements

this

is why...

now i get it.

and there's no turning back.

I wish i hadn't cut him off, then at least

I have some fantasy to escape to.