If it's anything like I think it is. Personally I've gotten to know a few of you inside and out. I love this place, and I want you to share more. You can write here. Poems of what you love or don't. You don't have to directly share--but I want to know you. I know a lot of people here that are really good at writing but are scared to share what. Be indirect or direct. Just share. All of you know I have no judgement and will lay down the hammer if there are those who judge. I'll start the first post.
It starts at the fingers. Little snippets of feelings that ripple at your nails. If you've ever felt the river at your fingertips, dipping them in the water while it flowed in rough waves away from you, maybe it's equivalent. It's a rush. Quietly crashes against your bones. Each heartbeat is like the waves hitting the rocks. It feels like little splinters stab against your skin—needles that tab at your nerves every moment you breathe. Your heart beat interuppts, and then it starts again. Beat—beat—needle. Beat—beat—needle. Static. Are your limbs asleep? Or are you? The ocean is your blood and you can hear every wave. So far away from your ears but you hear it like you're at the front seat of an orchestra. You listen, but when you act, it isn't quite the same. Waves turn into roars, roars turn into cries and suddenly you don't know your own movements. Acting on your own loneliness never felt so accompanied. But you stay. You listen. You hear.
There’s a girl in the corner just turned 18 ever since she was little it was always her dream to marry a man who would treat her just right with loving best friends for the rest of her life but as she grew up her friends all grew cold so she twisted her life just to fit in their mold now her biggest fear is that she’ll be rejected she’ll try anything to feel loved and accepted. She posts Photos on Instagram hoping that now, her body attracts what her heart can’t somehow slowly turning herself into something she’s not desperate for anyone to think that she’s hot. But the love that she craves has never come through and all the dreams she once held just haven’t come true, if you ask how she is she’ll say that she’s fine she disguises it fine but she’s dying inside she tried parties and drinking just a little to start anything to fill that big hole in her heart. Now she’s sleeping around hoping love will be found but her heart lies empty from the sorrows she’s drowned. cause deep down she knows that she is not bold. She puts on her fake smile while she bleeds on the outside she’ll build so her life will seem filled but on the inside she’s never complete
(So to explain this is one of those "where i'm from poems" but i took it and basically made it into a loose rants about everything i dealt with growing up while also yeeting the normal pattern you'd take out the window for the sake of venting and showing meaning behind this shitty cluster fuck of words (free verse i think was the word i was looking for, read it at your own rhythm/pace). i still remember a few years back that i wrote this and my old English teacher pulled me aside just to give me a caring huge...i miss her so damn much because she understood every word, she understood me back then without saying a single word. sorry for being that edgy response btw) Lights and music you dreamed to see and hear Ruined by a father you wish could be near and by a child who wasn’t that great and wanted his end to be near I wasn’t normal I wasn’t like the others I was corrupted by life but forged in the darkest abyss I am a shadow that only the few can see I try to see myself as something i could never be Something great from something wrong Something that recovered from the land of lies and grief I thought i never could escape where i lived or who it made me Thinking each day could be my last Fearing life and tempted to even take it like it wasn't my last I’ve been hurt mentally Only for others to say they did it accidentally They wanted me to make me cry And i was happy to comply They wanted me to die And i was happy to comply wondering if i even deserved to earn my fucking halo Yet i keep forgetting Satan used to been an angel But lately i’ve realized that i’ve seen the light but never dared to step into it I wanted to be normal and never took the chance to do it But i found where i belong, hell you can see right through it i became my own Light in the Abyss and i will not burn out quietly.
Oh Duchess, I never could resist an inventation of sharing some poetry Here is a little boy's story. Once upon a time there was a little boy Once upon a time there was a little boy wandering around, enjoyed being the fool he was, never bothered enough to find a tool in order to fix some problems, he preferred some joy. Girls meet boys and boys meet girls hell, some girls meet girls and some boys meet boys, enough of that because funnily enough questions begin to stack up in his head. Is she a special girl, could this be? Too bad that he wasn't able to see that she already has made the choice and he told me that he clearly could remember her voice. Anyday and with gratitude he promised to hold her hand no matter how dark and cold the nights, until the end. And I can tell you that said little boy was undoubtedly filled with joy. Once upon a time there was a little boy he thought he finally found what he was searching for he even had so called "plans" for their future and may be he even craved for a little more they would never loose their sense of humour. He held his promise, he held her hand until the end, he doesn't know how many truths he has to bend so that he would understand. He probably should have known from the start but why is death tearing them apart? A sad person doesn't really know what they want if given person has to bury the loved one. Once upon a time there was a little boy once filled with joy now felt like a useless decoy. Never has he ever witnessed before all the vicious demons that are living inside of him. He learned that life, in it's core, is a struggle and the chance of happiness is slim. "But how can such a lovely boy suffer that much?" you may ask, let me tell you that this isn't an easy task. At nights his most brutal demon makes him cry he then wonders how he would explain to God that he let her most beautiful and wonderful angel die. Once upon a time there was a little boy for his journey he took his own pace every september, as far as I can remember, he would come back to her place. The only thing that he would worry is to tell her that he is deeply sorry. He still is fighting the darkness, he promised it to her to defeat the demons, he is so damn sure that, one day, he will get his answer, may be after his very last trip, they hopefully will live happily ever after. Inspired by a little boy.
i hate poetry id eat it with cutlery it tastes like poultry like everything that isnt porky or beefy dabs
You were never yourself, you never knew who you were but everyone else believed they knew you. If you don't know yourself then how could they? You spent so long of your life trying to find who you are, you met so many people but none of them were... you. This search for yourself distanced you from the world, people laughed at you, and tried to tear you down. Laughing at something you don't understand is meaningless, so you always stood up, looking past them because they don't know you. You sheltered yourself from others thinking it will aid in finding who you are. For without the people, who could hold you back? You were wrong, your mindless searching hurt you the more you tried. Eventually your mind took a dark turn, your thoughts turning negative, you think the worse of everything. Sadness, with nothing to be sad about. Loneliness, even when surrounded by people. Anger, at things that brought you joy. Fearful, for everything... for an end. You didn't know who you are, but you didn't want this to be you. It took time but after years, you broke through, through the darkness that shrouded the light. It was in the light past the darkness where you found it, who you are. Who you are is exactly who you wanted to be, yourself. That flickering fire within you, suddenly blazing brighter than the sun. A burning sense of pride, becoming that very light you sought. And with a whole life ahead of me, I can finally say- "I know who I am."
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run So we'd both be free Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree Big disclaimer this is from ''the hunger games catching fire'' NOT MINE PLEASE no bully @dino
Why I needed freedom, I needed love… But I chose the worst way to free myself. At that time I deeply wished someone would come and stop me. I was scared, I wished someone would save me. I wished someone would care. But I was sure, there was no one for me. That was the painful fact about my pitiful life… And no one came. And no one noticed. And no one cared. And then I met you.