write your poetry here!!

Opened up to a distant land,

I took the path unplanned.

The battle never ended, I'm stuck, teeth clenched and winded

And I want to know what I need to do.

I look all around me to see what my mind tells me,

Feelings are confused and I want to believe

That someday when I'm gone, you'll remember me.

Can you show me how to love,

Because in my pained weird brain,

Where the center refuge continually burns

I want you to love me the same way I love you.

Just please, let this be true.

My most recent poem (December 2019):

Who are you to think that we can stop the world from turning?
Why do you think that we alone can stop the Sun from burning?
Don’t you think that everything must have happened once before?
We’re just creatures upon this Earth–nothing less and nothing more.

We can’t turn the hands of time or bend the winds of change,
Or put the sand back in the glass or count backward the days.
Nothing that we do or say can stem the evolution.
The Earth can turn and the Sun can burn without a revolution.

We don’t hold the world in our hands and bend it to our will.
We cannot command all living things to hold together still.
Let go of all your fear and guilt for things you can’t control.
Surrender all your anguish to the universal soul.

You won’t change the world today with tears of pain and sorrow,
So close your eyes and rest your mind; the world will live tomorrow.

A bottle

That has seen sun and wind.

The label slightly faded and scuffed

The contents still secure and unspoiled.

Shake things up and the pressure builds,

Impending change is in the atmosphere, the bubbles rush to meet it.

It's okay to try something new,

fly free if only for a moment.

Sharing creates the glue that connects our energies,

otherwise forever protected by the bottle and the solitary comfort it provides.

Sorry if I mess up somehow I'm not quite sure how to work this site but heres a poem I made about my best friend

Evan,

Any place with you is Heaven

A place with cats

A place with a welcome mat

Is were you'll be

In the windy city

Cuddling a kitty

Is were we'll be

If you read it down it's how I real when it's bad.
If you read it up from the bottom line by line it's how I can feel when things are better.

All of that darkness

Banishes

My hope and my true friends

But

The deep aloneness

I still feel

Sometimes

I pick myself up

They throw me down

Afraid to talk

No longer

I am

Too quiet or too pale

If I am different

It doesn’t matter

But

I will never be like them

Only one person

Trying for something

All it takes is a few people

Looking for me in the crowd

Singling me out

I know they will always be right there

:)

See within yourself,

storm is roaring.

Woods are cold,

still the fire is burning.

Today

I'm feeling

like a plant that's wilting

I close the shades

pour some water

let my roots sit

On day two

my leaves are green

I perk up

and smile at the sun again

Unforgotten Fool

Clowns and jesters joke with laughs and frolic around,
But not every clown is the same in this town.
It was not the clown who joked and cackled at no risk,
Nor was it the jester who pranced throughout in bliss.
It was a fool,
Unlikable and unprepossessing.

He'd try so hard to get a good reaction from his joker,
But they were so bad it made the audience choke.
He'd try to be apart of the group,
Yet he's better off stuck in a chicken coop.
He'd try to be someone he's not,
And become the laughing stock.
He was a fool,
Unconventional and unsatisfactory.

The fool finally gave up in a horde of dejection,
He can't even look at his reflection.
Thus he fell into demise in the wrong direction,
And he thought that this was a correction.
He was a fool,
Uncanny and now rotten,
However, he is still unforgotten.

My poem about my baby son who died

Its only been a few months now and its seems like so long ago

thed ay taht i had to let you go

yet i had to say goodbye

and wipe the tears from my eyes

I cry still jsut so you know

the months may pass

the years will come'

but there will never be a day i,, truely let you go

jsut so you should know

I love you so

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Dripping wet crimson. A symptom of lone adolescence. The next Hallmark movie?