forum Poetry

Started March 18, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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It's no matter how hard we try,

Because we lost our wings so we cannot fly,

And so we're only prolonging our inevitable fall,

From our angel perches never seeming so tall.

Oh, I love poetry! I like writing sad or comical ones. Here's one I wrote at random. It's not my best though.

To All The Girls Out There

This is for the broken girl
The one who smiles no more
This is for the girl who cries
For the girl she was before

This is for the bitter girl
The one with an icy heart
She was once a loving girl
Before she was torn apart

This is for the scarred girl
The one who's depressed and pale
She keeps on saying she's doing fine
But the cuts tell a different tale

This is for the angry girl
She's a storm inside of skin
But the anger is just a mask
She's breaking deep within

This is for the bad girl
The one who runs wild
But she's just misunderstood
There still sleeps a little child

This is for the bullied girl
And all that she's been through
They told her she was ugly
And she now believes it's true

This is for the dreamy girl
The one who's always in her head
This is for the orphan girl
Whose loved ones are dead

This is for the little girl
Who's been suffering for so long
Why does her dad beat her so?
What did she do wrong?

This is for all the girls
Who had to stand alone
This is for all the girls
Who survived on their own

Wait, are you applauding me???

(Yes.

(dies) Lol, I'm not used to being complimented.

No, the one you posted just above mine is awesome. It's just that I haven't met many people who like poetry so this is amazing. I write some pretty corny stuff though.

(Don't worry. Some of my stuff is pure cr*p that are products of my nighttime insanity.

Haha, I love the way you phrased that. Nighttime is a fearsome time to write. The insanity that creeps into what you create can be enough to shock yourself. Unfortunately for me, it's the only time I like to write.

(oof…. I'm glad someone relates. I tried doing poetry the other night, but just turned into a rant from the voices in my head. […that was not figurative unfortunately]

Lol, I understand too well. The only other time I can write is when I'm supposed to be studying. I have written my best pieces during such times.

(Yes.

walks in hi, i thought we needed some trash

Why
Why the heck
Why the Duck
Why the FUCK
does every fanfic
become
Smut

Why
Why the heck
Why the Duck
Why the FUCK
does every fanfic
become
Smut

because we're awful
also sinners
this shouldn't be lawful

Why
Why the heck
Why the Duck
Why the FUCK
does every fanfic
become
Smut

because we're awful
also sinners
this shouldn't be lawful

It starts out nice
Fluffy
Cute
But then it all changes
to lust
and
just
Smut

Why
Why the heck
Why the Duck
Why the FUCK
does every fanfic
become
Smut

because we're awful
also sinners
this shouldn't be lawful

It starts out nice
Fluffy
Cute
But then it all changes
to lust
and
just
Smut

every single time
it leaves you
to scream why

Why
Why the heck
Why the Duck
Why the FUCK
does every fanfic
become
Smut

because we're awful
also sinners
this shouldn't be lawful

It starts out nice
Fluffy
Cute
But then it all changes
to lust
and
just
Smut

every single time
it leaves you
to scream why

Just why…
Why do the authors write that constantly
it is unneeded
Unnecessary

At last, I have found a believer! I have been wondering this for years.

What

Why fanfic is only rated mature and 18+ now days. How it starts off really cute and then the next moment, you want to puck your mind's eyes out. I haven't seen a Wattpad story without smut yet.

I actually have recently I was happy and surprised

(I know a couple. Actually never mind, there's disturbing shiz. Shoot. Never mind.

She looked for it yesterday,
She felt like a sheep led astray.
Her heart stolen as she searched with fear,
None of her thoughts coming out clear.

She hid her emotions because others took advantage,
She threw up walls terrified, because weakness was her disadvantage.
Everything she does is with caution,
But the chemicals of love are, on her heart, corrosion.

She looked for them yesterday,
Feeling like a black sheep led astray,
She thinks about three words she wishes
she were brave enough to say,

But every day when her bane looks her way,
it's like she was ordered to execute seppuku,
Because she cannot say…
"I love you."

I have died
Yes
No?
Not really
Is it a lie though
Not completely
I have died inside
just not out
I'm not inside out
I'm right
also wrong
Second guessing
always
Self Belief
disappeared
I've died under the pressure
Though I still live and just
Breathe

Damn, you guys are good.

In The Mirror

A young girl stares into a mirror,
And releases a despairing sigh.
"No!" she whispers harshly.
"You must never ever cry."

She stares into that mirror,
And picks herself to pieces.
"You're fat and ugly" she hisses,
As her confidence decreases.

"Why?" she finally asks.
"Why do I feel this way?"
It's a question she repeats,
She asks it everyday.

In her mind the darkness grows,
She knows not what to do.
Is there some escape?
Someway she can push through?

She finds she cannot breathe.
She lives within a dream.
She feels like she is drowning.
She lets out a silent scream.

Is there hope for her future?
Will she one day break free?
She looks at her reflection,
And sighs, "Can't I just be me?"