forum Poetry

Started March 18, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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this was written fast with fleeting thoughts

(Literally every single one of my poems)

this was written fast with fleeting thoughts

(Literally every single one of my poems)

Mood

Hey! Just gonna leave this here. It’s a little long

Chaos descends
The world covers itself
With a cloak of order
Too late
Chaos is here
It’s been here for a long time
Lies and half-truths pollute the air
And madness hovers on the doorstep
Of the mind
Order and truth have been tainted
And chaos rules
Lady Liberty is in chains
She weeps for those who are ignorant
Who mistake chaos for order
Who breathe in lies
And reject truth

The world lies broken
It cannot decide
If it’s ashamed or proud
Something dark seeps through its cracks
Blood and bones
Guns and stones
Corruption has the world in its deathly grip
More cracks appear
Liberty, order, truth
Lie broken

Madness is knocking
You ignore it
So sorrow breaks in
But hope holds your hand
And says
“Things can change,
Maybe it will start with you.”

@ella_grace that was beautiful, but not the pretty kind of beautiful. More of like the strong kind of beautiful, if that makes sense?

@Periwinkle_ yes! Thank you so much! I have more if you want to see

Random bit of poetry just captured from the noggin' and expelled here for your entertainment.

O through these looming eyes; I crawl through hell,
Rather, does hell crawl through me?
With its scorched tongue and flaming heart,
surely in mine, it finally feels relieve
It rips the bit of my soul apart
as my wills at last meld

@Periwinkle_ yes! Thank you so much! I have more if you want to see

Yes absolutely keep em comin’

(Here’s one I finished last night)

I am a particle of dust
on Love’s freckled cheek
I am a piece of skin
on Wisdom’s broken scalp
I am the tongue
in Beauty’s foaming mouth
I am the eye
inside Empathy’s closed lid
I drown
in Imagination’s milk
drinking, drinking, drinking
drowning, drowning, drowning

I am a tear
on Sorrow’s wet cheek
I am a bone
in Loneliness’ reaching fingers
I am the lips
framing Ignorance’s mouth
I am the eye
inside Neglect’s closed lid
I drown in Anger’s blood
drinking, drinking, drinking
drowning, drowning, drowning

My body is a map
A history no one can read
Sometimes I can’t read her either
My mind is a forest
A landscape hiding secrets
Sometimes I get lost in her
My soul is a well, the breath of God
I’m not sure if she wants to stay in this body
Or leave her behind

My entire being
is on fire
Cursed by the fact that she is alive
fighting against the struggle of entropy
Yet my entire being
is numb
Teaching herself not to be surprised anymore
Protecting herself from insanity

I am a being of duality
Of contradictions
Many sides of me make no sense
I cannot keep track of myself
I know who I am
Yet I don’t
Sometimes I find labels; they help
But I’m stuck between
Being unrestrained and being put in a box
I have to meet in the middle
Connect the dots
Tie loose ends
Find the patterns
I know who I am
Yet I don’t
Hopefully the world doesn’t get in the way

"Cursed by the fact that she is alive
fighting against the struggle of entropy"

Sorry this took me so long to read but THAT'S IT YOU'RE NOW THE NEW SHAKESPEARE

Took you long enough XD. But tysm!!! I have more, but I’m a little busy atm, so I’ll post when I can

lol okie dokie! I can't wait to hear more!

Anyone else have a problem where they find something they've written down, but you're unsure if it's truly yours, or something you copied down? Or is that just me? lol

allllllllllll the timeeeeee

Tbh, sometimes that happens, and sometimes it doesn’t lol

It’s late at night
I can hear
the rain
pattering
on the window
as I sit here in my bed
at peace
Well, mostly
This world
with the rain
and the dark
and the peace
It doesn’t last long
It gives way
It’s early in the morning
I can hear
my family
talking
in the background
as I sit here in the car
exhausted
Well, mostly
This world
with the talking
and the light
and the exhaustion
Seems to last forever
But it gives way
It’s a cycle
A mundane cycle
And so
I let my mind lead
What is life? Are we simply on one of many plains of existence
And death is the way to a new one?
Death is but the next great adventure, they say
What must it feel like to die?
Do you fall asleep and enter Heaven or Hell
Like I’ve always been told?
Or does your conscience simply disintegrate
And you are no more?
Do we, in fact, enter another existence?
Does something live on?
What must it feel like
to not exist?
The dead do not answer me
And my God does not mean for me to know
I am left to wonder
I suppose I’ll find out for myself
In time

I’ve said I’m starving for affection,
But many can’t truly understand,
A soul injured and bleeding dry,
A heart to escape time’s quicksand.

A mundane loved since their birth,
Will never understand permanent ache,
The battle to find the cure,
Before Reaper’s hand we take.

But last chance has flown,
I watch Redemption with another,
Whom I confer is more worthy,
And condemn myself to world other.

Now here I wait, life lamenting on shore by my side.
We watch the smoke rise from my lips, awaiting baleful tide.

Because nether my demons nor I can swim, no matter how hard we’d tried…

My heart is cold, metal and wires,
Set it’s spark on gasoline, it’ll set the house on fire.

But can’t shut down this tech,
Shut it down, shut it down,
This piece of junk is broken,
broken down outta town.

Heart beeps instead of beats.
The emotions are programmed,
Then malfunctions and deletes.

Can’t find the heart smith,
No heart smith for a fix,
‘Cause they’re but a myth.

So gasoline fills my lungs,
Heart ready to short circuit,
And my neck’s wrung.

Will someone be my heart smith?