OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Somebody,

Anybody,

Pleaes

Free me

from the haunting images

of him and her, flirting on the very day we met three years ago, today.

I can't take it.

Funny how I took this action to release me,

but instead, it only freed him and her to fall for each other

while I watch in horror

disbelief

loss and grief and

shock

at the same time relief, and confirmation

of the doubts that plagued my mind.

How do you get out of this?

How do you stop the torment, when, I thought, removing him, would stop it all

only to have them multiply in my head

with the acid of regret, guilt and doubts

why

why

why

why

why

why

why

cant

it

just

stop

please.

This is a poem i wrote about someone who betrayed me

She walked into my life

Letting me trust her

But out of no where she hit me like a bullet

Now a broken friendship

Memories that are stuck replaying in my head

So tell me why she decided to hit me like a bullet

Puncturing my heart making it hurt more feeling more broken

Tell me where did i mess up so i can try to repair it

Tell me please

She left me sadden and afraid to let anyone in my life AGAIN

She punctured my heart

Making it more broke

I am sorry for not being the person she wanted me to but for heavens sake let me be me

t all goes.

Even though you're so stupid u make me laugh

Even though i shove you away inside you make my heart smile so big

Even though when you look at me i look away

I wish it could be like that longer

Two people just looking at each other just because

No one needs to be told why because we all already know.

The thoughts in our heads no longer words

Just instinct and feelings

Just the butterflies in my stomach and the redness in my face

I would say your more charming than attractive,

But you still have my emotions going active,

This type of thing has never happened to me before

But i know there is always a girl who can offer more

I probably don't have a chance

So all i do for now is look at you and pretend like I feel nothing for you

Because if it goes further than this i might ruin it

I'm perfectly fine with side glances and looking down at your lips when we talk

But at night

I took at the wall

As the tears drip down

I know Ill never be enough

I close my eyes trying to forget you

By the time i convince myself

I see you the next day

And

It

All

Goes.

Maybe you know my looks, but you dont know my past

Mental hospitals,

suicide attempts, self harm,

blades, pills, bloody baths,

Screaming of

sadness.

Anxiety seizures.

You may know the pretty face I put a show for you everyday, but you have yet to know the ugliest.

But youll run away like everyone else

So Ill continue this way

Looking at your hand wishing i could hold it

Maybe to you were just friends but I remember

everything you say to

me

The way your nose was all cute and wrinkled when you said

my name

How your hand felt when we did a high five,

stupid things really.

Something in the way you move me makes me

change.

I could be having the

worst day

But when I see you

It

All

goes.

Just the pitch in your voice

Your weird fingers,

The smile on your face,

Your weird hair that i wish i could touch.

Your stupid jokes,

Your crazy laugh

Just the feeling of butterflies

But when you're gone

It

All

Goes.

Frustration resides in me as does breathing.

A new problem is found in each hour,

Yet I will admit to you that I'm a coward,

Because I never want to sow what I'm reaping.

I'm not happy with my life, but for what reasons?

I complain and I weep for something more,

Yet I never want to take a step out the door,

Because I choose to be scared of the changing seasons.

I am the epitome of jealousy.

I sit back and watch as a slave under time,

Wishing everything that they had was mine.

I never asked for this to be me!

So God please, although I'm unworthy, help push me to strike,

Because I fear I will never know what it's like to be alive.

To be strong

Oh feeble is my mind today
food gives me no energy, smiles no joy
I tend to lose myself in the music
tunes of sadness that resemble the thoughts in my head

And when I replay them and compare,
there's hardly any difference at all
Before thoughts can turn into symphonies
a requiem must first be heard, lived

Sometimes I need someone to pull me through
sometimes even a simple hello will do
Other, darker times, the mind is empty and yearns for silence
trying to shut out even its host

Feeble is who I am today
but I will make my peace with it
For if I am not feeble today
there is no way for me to be strong tomorrow

I miss you.

That's the truth.

Still circling this elliptical road.

Walking in circles through our memories

that no longer haunt you

only me.

Keep busy, they say.

Focus on yourself, they say.

Forget him, he was very abusive to you, they say.

And I do.

I try.

Everyday.

I walk from moving on street, down to the bend at thinking of your bad traits corner,

then making sure to look at the "you said very horrible things" sign before I continue walking,

and stop over at "you also cheated on me" drive.

Then I come around the next avenue, filled with all the what-ifs, could've beens, should haves.

The good stuff.

The warm and fuzzy stuff you promised,

Was your face, the emotions in it, even real?

How good could you possibly be at lying? How gullible am I?

So now I do miss you.

I miss when you were true,

When you loved me.

I'm here with my hazard lights on,

at a pause by the shoulder of the road.

Wishing, waiting, hoping on nothing.

And when I remember you now,

I see her.

How you've found another light

to shine on your selfish world.

Apparently I was just a bulb that went out

easily replaceable with one of better wattage.

I wonder if she has better warranty than me.

I hope she lasts longer,

but at the same time, I hope your circuits are faulty.

I miss you.

I still dream of what our could've beens would've looked like.

Feeling your prickly beard. Those ruddy cheeks and pinkish lips.

Have you kissed Anna already?

Or are you planning things with Wendy?

Or maybe Angel, Nina, Tze Lin, Suman, and some other girl I don't know.

I sometimes dream you fell for a Korean, a Japanese, Malaysian or Chinese.

Any girl with a cute Asian ass, that has no belly like me.

Or maybe Pedro will show you some pretty girls, or maybe Eric and Bastian.

Who knows, maybe your brother even consoled you.

All these plague me

and yet I still miss you.

Hoping. Maybe. A flicker a thought.

Of me.

Will make you pause

and grieve too

If only

you miss me

too.

This is a short scribble for my twinnie @2genpoet as he completes one year on 7cups today

For every time that I was shy
And you caught my hand and stood beside
I wonder if you are truly far
I wonder if that is how twins are

For every time that you pushed me on
To go to places I would rather not
I wonder if you are truly far
I wonder if that is how twins are

For every time that I was low
And you gave me space yet never let go
I wonder if you are truly far
I wonder if that is how twins are

Maybe there are many realities real
Or maybe reality is beyond what we perceive
I wonder how that could make you truly far
I wonder if that is how twins are

I'll wait.

I love you but I can't say it to you yet.
I want to know you mean the world to me now,
But also that I might scare you away.
I miss your presence, but,
I won't have it again until months down the road.

Sometimes I wish you didn't exist,
Perhaps then the pain in my heart would disappear.
I wouldn't have to worry or think about how much I really care for you,
I wouldn't have to wish that you were living in my physical presence.

The pain hurts only so deep, yet I can't let you go.
I don't want to let you go, and you aren't letting me go either.
So I'll wait. I'll wait through this trial.

Until I figure out this dilemma, I'll wait.
Through this pain, I'll wait, and,
As I've always done, I'll wait.

I'll wait until the storm passes.
I'll wait while the sun goes down, and,
I'll wait until it rises again.

Because I know, if there's one thing I'm good at,
It's waiting. So, I'll wait. I'll wait for tomorrow.

I'll wait.

Not good enough-

Feeling like you're not good enough is like everything you believe that you achieved is falling apart.

You feel like no matter how much you struggle there's no end to the madness.

The voices in your head telling you to work harder be better stay strong when the seems are about to burst is no way to feel.

When you feel like you have no purpose in life and you're trying to find one.

You fall to your knees attempting to be great seeing and watching everyone else be great and successful while you feel alone without a purpose.

Would drive any man, woman or child to the brink of depression.

To go so low as to silence the voice in your head telling you that you aren't good enough to be anything!

I don't like to talk to people about my feelings.

I like to hold it all in like a balloon with too much air.

While seems are getting to weak as I try to succeed in this world when my mind doesn't believe in me.

I'm feeling weak as my knees start to sink underneath all pressure from the weight I keep feeling inside me.

My mind races to find the power inside of me to hold the weight of society telling me I need to be something great or I won't succeed.

I need to believe in me it's only a matter of time till my time runs to absolute zero.

Then what?

Every day I hope that this all is just a nightmare

Every day I woke up crying knowing it's real

Every day I wish that you are still here with me

Every day I talk it out as if it's nothing

Every day I pray that this heartbreak too shall pass

Every day I remind myself that I will be okay

Every day I see those motivational quotes in hope in can lift my spirit

Every day I listen to songs that makes me reminded of you even more

Everyday I let my heart breaks me up so I can 'move on'

Every day I saw people saying that I am special and that I will move on

Every day I don't understand why they can't understand I need more time

Every day I write things about you so that this can left my heart easier

Every day I hope that though there is a lot of heart break, I am not included in those sappy stories

And every day I reminded of how this thing is real and how much a heart can change even when you are so near with it.

And every day my heart breaks a little and sometimes all together

And every day I picked up all the pieces making my hand all red knowing that I am putting it all back just so I can break it again and again

Yet hoping that somehow this too shall past