forum Poetry

Started March 18, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

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So it’s like 12 am
CUE THE CREATIVE JUICES

I love to think that my life is a beautiful journal
Just waiting to be filled with the most wonderful stories

Stories of sailing across the seas
Taking risks, and leaps
And reaching for the stars.

And I smile a bit to myself.
Because I love to write stories;
Especially my own.

(i don't know if that was a compliment or not so…)

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So it’s like 12 am
CUE THE CREATIVE JUICES

I love to think that my life is a beautiful journal
Just waiting to be filled with the most wonderful stories

Stories of sailing across the seas
Taking risks, and leaps
And reaching for the stars.

And I smile a bit to myself.
Because I love to write stories;
Especially my own.

(Nighttime is always the creative time. Though it also comes with side effects of insanity…)

I wrote something out of boredom

I am standing here
being still
Trying to stay calm
Trying to not
disolve

I know this may be just
a wasted effort
I know you want to help
But this is just something
I have to do
Alone

You can't help me here
I can't help myself
At all
Everything is coming crashing
Falling apart
And yet
I am still here

Slowly though I will
Fizzle out
Burn out
And crack
Fragile here I stand
Quietly holding myself still
Ducktape and glue may hold me together
But in the end it will all come apart
I am slowly disintegrating
And turning to ash

My mind is running wild
So many wishes
So many desires
Though I just stand here being
Reserved
Holding it in
With no resolve

I can't keep it in
Forever
Soon I will crash down

I know you wish to help
But I keep pushing you away
Pushing you back
To isolate
And keep myself from using a crutch
I can't pull you down
I can't abuse you
Or use you
I must try alone

My outlook and exterior may be
Stable
Though it is all just a mask
Pretend
Inside everything is
Havock

Dying
Crashing
Falling down
Shattering at the end

But my end will come
And you will be fine
I will be saved of my own efforts
When all comes to pass
And I fall

This poem isnt that great, it was just a moment's impulse. My motivation and inspiration is slowly decreasing due to work and study, so here goes nothing.

Little Girl

Little girl, thirteen.
She's being bullied in school.
With those freckles and glasses,
They say she ain't cool.

Mum's a little worried,
Her baby's not eating tonight.
She says, she's not hungry.
And that she's alright.

But alone in her room.
She wipes tears from her eyes
When she looks in the mirror.
She breaks down and cries.

Cause she's not alright
She is dying inside.
She wants to be strong.
And so she lied.

Little girl sixteen
Was in love with a boy.
Until she was told
She was just his toy

Her mama is worried
Her baby's eyes don't shine
But the little girl shakes her head
Don't worry Mum, I said I'm fine.

But alone in the dark,
She carves with a blade
It eases her pain,
To see the art she's made.

Cause she's not fine,
There's a darkness inside,
The little girl of long ago
Has already died.

Little girl twenty
She made a friend
She was more like a sister
They helped each other to mend.

For one could not smile
And one could not eat
So they held hands tightly
And walked on unsteady feet

They walked to victory
A place of light
They smiled at each other
And said, Mum, we're alright

^^^^^^^^ Love this. Connects with me on a personal level.

Calling out to you
Seeing what you will do
Realize you're screaming too

^^Yas.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fyTe8v–XpK3DQgE28sNLI_GsPTanFZzvtT7f0lzZiY/edit?usp=sharing

Alone sitting here
Isolated from all
even if they are all near
I am so far away
Mentally far
Mentally done
When will all these voices
stop

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fyTe8v–XpK3DQgE28sNLI_GsPTanFZzvtT7f0lzZiY/edit?usp=sharing

claims the file doesn't exist

hm………

I want a future.
They say future is present.
So you are my fut're?

One hit
A crack slowly forming
Shattering the walls I put up
Shattered pieces of the mask i hide behind
On the floor
Dispare, broken, upset, not worth it
Allow me to get my wall up
Let me hide my insecurities
Allow me to be
Happy, nice, friendly
But no
Not now
Now I stay silent
Watching as they turn to dust

^^ Yas. My mood right now.

I'm honestly concerned, @Whisper_is_An_Insensitive_Idiot Are you doing okay?

Did you want to talk about it? You can message me if you like. I cant say I understand as no one can ever fully do that, but I can relate. And I do know that talking about it helps.

(I know. I've had plenty of offers to talk. I'm just not a person who likes to talk outright about myself and my mentality. But if I change my mind, I'll PM you. Promise.)

I understand. I myself, am the sort of person that has to talk about it, otherwise, I would have a breakdown. Well, be okay soon :)