so when we have nothing to do in the night, assuming everyone else on here, is unable to sleep, write something. i right poetry and love reading it. Thats how i get through my nights... So critique, compose,complement, do whatever. i'll be posting some poems on this fourm, and would adore anyone who posted anything at all as well.
The moons stare dismally: a painted picture of black.
No commiseration shows, no apathy does it lack.
This twisted face of truth is growing strong within me.
This unforgettable pandemonium's a long lost memory.
Each moon's picture tells the same wistful tale.
Their faces - clear, and yet they're breathing stale.
Through their eyes I see a girl crying, still broken.
With each passing second, cold reality is awoken.
There's an unpleasant lassitude of the cold night.
The girl turns away quickly, knowing nothing's right.
She takes in a breath and tastes life's bitter flavor.
She looks over the edge and wishes she was braver.
The maverick's tired of chasing her cynical dreams.
She's finally realized that nothing's ever as it seems.
She waits on the edge, thinking of the baby she lost.
She takes a step forward, her broken soul tossed.
The lackadaisical moons dim then tearfully shatter.
The earth continues on, pretending it doesn't matter.
A draft arrives as impermissible silence fills the air.
Truthful pictures now lay broken, but does anyone care?
Please
Let me cut just one more time
One more single line.
I just need to see the blood.
Make sure its still there.
Make sure it didnt leave
When you stopped giving care.
Please,
I need it.
To live.
To feel.
I just want to make sure im still alive
That the bloods still real
That im still able to die
I dream of razor blades.
There all around me.
Begging me to use them
Like before except more freely.
They didn't like the caution I had
The limits I gave myself
When I got sad.
No more than ten today.
I'd pace myself.
I have to keep myself safe.
I'd say.
That ones deeper than usual.
It's enough for a while.
The blades would hate me for not taking them out.
They enjoyed the feeling of skin against them.
They too, were addicted to the blood.
They got me through it all.
They were my only escape.
The Blade was my true love.
They'd take care of me.
When he wasn't there anymore
They took me in.
They said, "It's him committing the sin"
They said, "Who wouldn't want to have a girl with your skin?"
And when I no longer saw his crooked smile,
I would just sit with them,
Bleed for a while.
It was the only way to make sure I was alive.
And that the words he inflicted me with,
Hadn't killed my yet.
To this day, they're my best friends.
Some friends will come and go.
Yet the blades are here to stay.
I use them more now, again and again.
And you know what?
I have no regrets.
written by, Me.
*don't take this the wrong way. im not like that. i promise. lol. but i got bored, and was reading poetry like this, about people who do self mutilation, and well this just came to mind. i was trying to write from what i thought would be someone that cuts perspective. I liked it. Even though it's a bit morbid... critique me whatever. just dont judge. one of my friends almost died because of it. shes so stupid. but i love her, and would defend her and her odd ways with my life.*
She wears Hollister
Flaunts her skinny jeans
I'm standing here
in the middle of an empty street
waiting for it to end
Please just end...?
I'm looking nice just for you
Trying to prove all of them wrong.
They say your love for her is too strong
Well I'll say one thing you once cared for me.
Now I'm waiting just waiting.
for you to realize...
It should be me there in your heart.
think about all the times she's torn it apart.
Do you really think I'd even try?
When all i want to do is stop the lies...
See i lie almost everyday.
Put a smile on my face.
Try to live through it all.
Pretending I don't need you.
The pain it's caused...
There are a million guys asking me.
When will I be free?
But i always shake my head, turn away.
Go find a place to be safe.
She's wearing Hollister.
Flaunting her skinny jeans.
I'm standing here...
waiting for you to see...
That the girl you want...
Could be me...
By, Me!
*mix of a song and poem... idk. i got bored.. and, well this is about one of my best friends and I... Its stupid. it is. i'll admit it.. but im really bored at night when everyone else is asleep. so ya...Thanks for reading.*
You and i had something different.
and i was enjoying it.
I'm still battle scarred
and working so very hard
to get back to who i use to be.
you told me you cared.
did you lie?
i told you the same.
I'd never felt so alive.
You told me you thought i was joking.
that someone as "hot" as me couldn't.
i had been told that before.
but you were the first to make
my shattered heart leap.
make my broken heart skips a few beats.
I began healing. with you by my side.
you didn't question the cuts on my wrist.
in fact you gave my life a new twist.
You told me you had done it too,
with a pen of all things.
i laughed and approved.
before long you were my werewolf.
i called you Jacob,
and you once called me rensemee.
things shouldn't have had to change.
they should've stayed that way
i wouldn't be there the next day.
i didn't tell you.
it was the day of the new years dance.
little did i know you wanted to take a chance.
i knew you had liked her for so long.
but if i recall you told me your
love for her was no longer strong.
still you took a chance.
wanted to ask her to dance.
you had just finished mending my heart.
Should've known you'd tear it apart.
yet i still cant understand...
see i was told you were going up to her,
but then you turned away.
were you shy, or thinking of me?
did you finally feel guilty?
if you had asked, and she said yes,
would you imagine it was me there,
wearing a little black dress?
would you even care?
don't answer.
i think you've done enough.
i had a broken heart to begin with.
one you mended with glue.
but glue doesen last forever.
apparently neither does the love
i once shared with you.
*this happened. i call him Jacob, cuz his middle name is Jacob. And he called me renesmee. He just calls me nessie now. I did tease him he was a werewolf. (which he is) so I decided to make it twilight related at parts...lol. hope you liked it.*
If e'er there was a day
to drink the pain away
i'd tip my glass to yours
poison tainted
and drink until my conscience fainted
the truth has made me tough
but drunk is not enough
How i wish you could see
with your own eyes
the consequences of those sweet lies
you swear your love to me
watch me fall hopelessly
but now my sight is clear
you are so vain
the way you hurt me time and again
this night to you i drink
just let me further sink
until i can't recall
the tears i'd shown
when once more you left me all alone
I actually wrote this about 5 years ago, thus the simplistic rhyming pattern. I just thought I'd post it since I was bored. I haven't slept all night, and it is now 5:37 am.
This is sorta just spur of the moment... lets see where it goes...
im doing this right now.... so ya...its prorbably gonna be horrible...
I caught your eye...
It was a tuesday night.
And Baby, is it wrong
that it felt so right?
We grew close.
more than most.
These thoughts drive me mad.
Cuz without you, im sad.
i need you by my side.
near me at night.
Please wont you stay?
Keep my tears away.
And believe me,
I want to see
Where we can go,
What we can be.
i pray im good enough...
Worthy of your undying love.
But there are so many girls out there...
So much prettier than me.
I love you, believe me I do.
But Im scared. Because i've been hurt.
I know what it's like,
to lie awake crying at night.
So will you take care of me?
Can i trust you unwillingly?
Will you tell me im enough?
Even when im not worthy of your love...?
*ya, i don't know either.... this ones horrible. sorry you wasted your time. lol.
but it's 1 in the morning. (over here) so ya..im bored.. badly. im gonna get off now i guess.
bye people. thanks for reading if you did.*
really enjoying all your poems, gives me something to do when i can't sleep so keep posting them please. these are song lyrics from the song 'Melodies and Desires' by Lykke Li that i heard recently very simple but good, i think. She speaks the words in the song so it reminded me more of a poem, thats what made me think of it when i was reading your poetry the song is on youtube if you want to listen to it.
Follow these instructions
Do exactly as I do
Lean your shoulders forward
Let your hands slide over to my side
Move your body closer
Let your heart meet mine
Love is the harmony
Desire is the key
Love is the melody
Now sing it with me
Come a little closer
Take a look at me
This light is so obvious
I want you to see
Come a little closer
Look me in the eye
Then repeat with me one more time
Love is the harmony
Desire is the key
Love is a symphony
Now play it with me
You'll be the rythm and I'll be the beat
You'll be the rythm and I'll be the beat
Then I'll be the rythm and you'll be the beat
And love, the shoreline, where you and I meet
Love is the harmony
Desire is the key
Love is a symphony
Come sing some with me
I am in love with a guy who doesn't know it
And that's because I’m afraid to show it
I get so jealous, he likes her instead
I hate how all this runs through my head
I want you to know you brighten my day.
Even when you stop, just to say hey.
If only you'd let me taste your sweet kiss,
I’d be the one you always seem to miss
My heart is so happy whenever you’re near,
But when you’re with her, my eyes start to tear.
I always look for you, just to see your smile
And believe me baby, it’s always worth while.
Why can’t you see my love for you?
Or can you see it, and just not know what to do.
If that’s the case I’ll give you advice…
Break up with her, she should pay the price.
By “the price” I mean, for her not really caring.
Believe me, I know, I’m always staring.
But who can blame me for staring at you?
Your looks are gorgeous, and your personality to.
I guess I’m just jealous of her
Because she’s the one you prefer
Until the time I tell you how I feel
I’ll try to let my heart start to heal.
by me.
thanks for the comment shane. cool lyrics by the way.
this is another one i wrote... its simple. but when i was writing it, it meant alot. and writing helped. i dont usually talk about my feelings. paper is my friend. and i write it into poetry.hope you like it. :D
I see you there. Suffering in pain.
Knowing it’s my fault, guilt runs through my veins.
I was so stupid to think it wouldn’t try.
And now I see you, about to die.
If you don’t survive I won’t ever be the same.
Your death on my conscience, I’m to blame.
Please, stay a bit longer,
Help me grow stronger.
Don’t worry; your brothers are now safe.
They rest, in a better place.
But I don’t want you to go just yet.
Stay a bit longer, say no to death.
I know I am always to blame.
Still, maybe you could help me regain,
A little strength, just so I could see
That it could’ve been anyone, not just me.
Though impossible, I can’t help but try to believe
That perhaps, you could help me through the grief
I need you to live.
So that I can forgive.
So maybe I could see,
That it wasn’t just me.
And though your brothers had to part.
With them, went pieces of my heart.
I thought you should know, you’re still loved.
I won’t forget you, even if leave me for the world above.
Just go safely my friend.
Though your bones I cannot mend.
So be mad at me if you must.
I am the one who doesn't deserve your trust.
I am the one who will always hear your cry.
Who will hear it in the dead of night.
The girl who is to blame.
Whom I bear the name.
I won’t ever be the same.
Though you can’t read this, just know,
I’m sorry for causing you this pain.
by me.. just me.. boring old, weird, sleep deprived, really bored at the moment, ME.
just thoughts from the top of my head, aimlessly put into words, that just so happened to flow. thanks for reading.
p.s. i dont really know why i put the extra part where i said it was by me..
Love makes you soar.
Like a bird, above clouds.
Up on such a high pedestal...
It's a long, long way down.
And I don't wish to fall again.
Here's your second chance.
Beware, if you drop me...
This will be our last dance.
Such a fairy-tale start.
I don't wish for an end.
But I'm not sure I trust you...
To be my lover, my friend.
'Cause you broke my heart once,
And I fixed it with glue.
What a mess I've created...
Partial credit to you.
I love you.
I love you.
Love everything that you are.
But I can't see the future.
At least not very far.
So I give you my heart.
And ask yours in return.
Now are fairy-tale waters Again start to churn.
by me!!!!!
i wrote this when i was in 6th grade. so ya.. not that good... or maybe it was and my recent ones arent... i dont know. comment.critique.complement. have a Blessed day.. and night for that matter.
yes please as much poetry as possible, I am a writer/author/poet and have several posts up around the net but need to get more on this site I have started, love the poetry keep up the good work...inspire
Brown beautiful eyes
So brilliant and bright,
i can only stare
Long flowing hair
Bouncing in abundance,
like a field of lush weat
Glisting wide smile
so warm with confidence
i feel no need to worry
my Alice.
there she goes,
into her own dreams
she has extordinary ideas, as big as her.
neat and precise
she leads in self assurance
to her everything.
clumsy and yet elegant,
she moves so swftly
light in her feet.
big brown hopefull eyes
have no sense of fear,
as she walks through those doors of success.
i hide my face under the thickets of my hair
to mask my tears of joy
for she has come a long way...
my Alice.
This is a poem my friend Angelikay wrote for me. i responded to it.... and she responded back.. and we kept doing that for a while. So i'll post them all on here. :D really quite amusing.