OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Mood Swing, Coffee Thing (a song)

I sat on a tried and tired tyre
That hung from a rope of hope
The clear from up here's what I admire
As bright as a well-played trope

I sang a high tune, a Claire de Lune
And you heard and said it was fun
Immune from typhoons, that afternoon
We laughed as we painted the sun
You had me undone

So sane and so plain in the rain in a green parasol
Though I'm coy, dare I toy with this boy dare I break a wall
Soft and aloft in a coffee shop up top with mirth
Cinnamon bun too good for this sinful earth

We
sat on a bored and beautiful board
And we
lifted our feet to greet and meet the fleet
And we
Swung from what hung from a cord that soared
And we
Were loud and compound and complete

My mien has been locking your clean screen
Today was gray and gay and caramel latte
Casual cuisine and plastic cup caffeine
I say and sway astray in this small cafe
This scene we portray

So sane and so plain in the rain in a gray coat and hat
Though I'm coy, dare I toy with this boy dare I dare tell him that
I find that aligned and kind are our stars, and he's worth
A cinnamon bun too good for this sinful earth
Too good, too good, too pure for this sinful earth

Desecration

The seventh exodus
Compels me to the sanctuary
Once again

I approach
But my pagoda lies fractured
Surely
Its halls intact
Its walls not cracked
But no man will find shelter here
For you left this place
A wasteland

Foul zephyrs
Now flow through this shrine
My hallowed abode
Desecrated
By the choices of one
And its destruction brought forth my own

Yet I will try to reconstruct it
And with it
I will try to reconstruct me
But it takes more than four walls
To build a home

I wrote this for my English homework so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!

Valentine

You're defective.
Childish sometimes.
Forgetful always.
Shy, and for the most part, awkward.
You,
My love,
Are flawed.
And you understand me like no other.

When Temptation shows no mercy,
You put up a valiant fight.
But we all know that for every being there comes a point.
A point -
When even the best of us cannot help but cripple,
Defeated by her savage gaze.
But, my love,
I like that you tried.

Like every cruel, cold-hearted specimen
That roams this wretched world,
You have lied time upon time.
And yet, inexplicably,
I see not malice, but a pureness in your nature,
Fragile as a butterfly's wing.
You protect the things you love,
That's all.

We've all been reckless.
We've all been cold.
But you alone can make me speak the silent language of sorrow -
Only you.
Because through my love,
For you, my love,
Your actions are magnified.
You can make me happier than anyone else.

You see,
I know all your imperfections,
Those little things,
That make you a tad harder to love.
And with this knowledge,
It is of my understanding,
That I, Could crush you to the ground.

But in your childish behaviour,
I see innocence,
And in your shyness,
Modesty.
The pain you've caused can be forgiven,
And the other things improved,
For your vulnerability draws me ever closer,
And your awkwardness makes me smile.

To this day I've known no kinder soul.
You're the kind of person with whom I'd like to grow old.
But for now, my love, just promise me this:
You'll be my lovely valentine.

ride hard in the rain
to hide these that never fall
disconnected
on the way to duties other than alcohol
off the ball
if there ever was one
now it's gone
busted ballon skin for lungs
nothing you do now is for fun and that's fine
what do I have to do to live a life
have a long slow death
the thoughts in my veins watching me sleep
I miss my friends
I don't even think about it
I can never speak
I just see the eyes I've seen
I hear the whispers about me behind their faces
with calm smiles in their places if even that

What do I have to do to enjoy my long slow ride?

Don't answer when they ask for you
when they care don't reply
hide
sulk away with your shadow
Grow absurd with your lies
hanging like heavy hooks in your chest
Ache when it pounds as you walk
Burn in your throat with your breath
Vomit
the burst of thought caught you in an awkwardness
Like writing the word false does
Like how your emptiness laughs at your pulse
because you're not really a person
You're just a shell walking through the motions of a purpose
you're not even really hurtin
It would take emotions to show it
but you don't know em
You don't even remember those eyes
when they cried and you used to feel
When a hug was a higher real
When love was a filling meal
You don't remember that
instead you've learned to forget
It's been so long but not at all

My Depression Progression

My depression is wearing black sweatshirts in 80 degree weather

My depression is laying on the bathroom floor

My depression is sleeping in the middle of the day

My depression is constantly on the verge of tears

My depression is always looking at the ground

My depression is physically exhausted

My depression is not talking to anyone

My depression is locking the door

My depression has no concept of deadlines and duties

My depression is cutting

My depression is hating

My depression is pushing my loved ones away

My depression is controlling my life

Burgundy

A single lock of burgundy
Forgotten in a feathered corner
Engulfs my weary sight
And plunges me into blissful abyss
Where eternally I'll witness
Your brazen tango

A single lock of burgundy
Abandoned in a covert fort
Ever retains its soothing aroma
And guides me to a fertile meadow
Where acres of berries sprout
And none go hungry

A single lock of burgundy
Cloaked beneath a velvet cover
Enchants my jaded fingertips
And recalls that dazzling twilight
Where our maker looked the other way
While I seized the apple

A single lock of burgundy
Exposed before a heavy heart
Irrigates my obscure eyes
And once more shatters my mending bones
For now I know that when you left it
You had already left me

Sometimes I wake due to nightmares,

the stars are not that made me scare.

The thought you i get is something even the angels failed to know,

we found love through to's and fro's.

when you hold the mobile in darkness

scared of the demons,

I will stand there with my piles of hopelessness ,

hoping to see you on,

rest your head ,

Im nothing in your life

soon I will regret

that i gave my love for free..

UNVEILED

She laughed, she smiled,

She obeyed and sufficed.

She lived up to their expectations,

And never ceased to restrain the accusations.

She was the ideal human,

Praised by men from afar,

But she just smiled and blankly replied,

'I'm glad for it all'.

Little did they know I looked at her in the eyes,

Saw through those empty holes and her dreadful plight.

Her eyes glazed and pupils dilated,

There was more to it than mere perceptions.

That day I peered into the mirror to seek,

What was real and what had been tweaked.

Their perceived preconceptions were not accurate at all,

And I saw the truth for what it was,

Behind the veil, she was waging a war.

I cried for her, I wept so hard,

For the crazy nonchalant soul, a possessor of what she once was.

Building up on the wildest of dreams and aspirations rising strong,

She erected skyscrapers even though she didn't prefer heights at all.

She walked humming a melody, on the boulevard so sturdy.

But there always is the villain to a story, who was sick of this all,

The people, they yearned her to be, what they moulded her for.

Her opinion was of no importance,

Amongst this chaos, she was a mere mortal.

Those people, they broke her from inside out,

Cowering with her fears, she was left to sustain on her own.

They tore her apart, her mindset was controlled by what they said,

They left her with harsh words and brought her to their test.

She was afraid now, afraid to live,

Afraid to be the one, that she once so independently did.

She became a puppet in the masters' hands,

She didn't want to see anyone hurt,

Her conscience would prick her to death if she did that.

So she suppressed herself to remain accepted,

The tarnished truth this way shall never be uncovered.

I looked in the mirror once again,

Tear-stained, glazed eyes with pupils dilated,

Only to discover that she was yet again,

Wearing that mask so professionally over her frame.

hyde park

castle on the sky's 31st floor
it sits, blinking, in the dust motes

vintage wedding dress swinging alone in the closet

echoes of words never said,
pulse, pulse
pulse

the lake swells,
licking rusty bike rims
flooding empty space

all I had, singed . . . carried off on his apathetic breeze

the prince continues, oblivious
living on fumes of self-satisfaction
unhearing, unaware