Paint a picture of yourself through words or poetry

@Clarisse29 how about making this a prompt ? Paint a picture of yourself through words or poetry ?

@imaginativeThinker8574

Hey hey, thank you for making this post, It seems super funnnnnnnn!

My Poem!

Here I am,
Writing a poem.

Picturing myself,

With a low hum.

I'm just an ordinary girl,

Running away from churls.

You'll see me here and there,

With a coffee mug and a little twirl.

I carry a baggage,

I carry a past,

Just like everyone,

I accept and move on.

I face troubles,

I endure struggles,

I don't need muggles,

I'm happy with a truffle.

I'm kind, I'm positive.

I don't do negative,

And I'm known for

Being talkative!

I don't listen to my heart,

I don't listen to my brain,

I do what I want,

Cus' why not?

Come say me a hi,

I won't mind.

We can grab a cup of coffee,

And explore as much as we can!

Tagging- @Sunisshiningandsoareyou @Fristo @BlackRose522 💙

@imaginativeThinker8574

There is a door just in front of her

It is open and showing a happy girl hanging with her friends,

she looks unrecognizable,

happy, free, loved, welcomed, all the things she longs to be.

Her hazel eyes are shining brighter than the stars in the night sky

her smile is wider than Saturn's rings

Her body gives off a radiant glow, brighter than the sun.

Its so close

yet so far away.

Beside her there is just empty dark space

to close for comfort but it welcomes her with open cold empty arms.

On the other side her there is a cliff with jagged sharp rock.

Its right there,

calling her name like a father calls to her daughter returning from a long trip away from home.

Its the easiest option.

All around it is dark, silent and empty.

There is a whistle of a train and it screams past her.

She watches as memories that haunt her flash past,

but it never ends,

its on a loop,

always there,

haunting her,

following her every move.

loud voices are yelling out around her

they are all so familiar,

they all are chanting insults, rude remarks, hurt, sadness, disappointment.

All the things that are her.

The pain is unbearable,

she covers her ears and screams longing for someone to save her from this never ending nightmare,

The cold empty feeling washing over her in waves,

pain stabbing at her heart,

Hurt and longing withering through her body

When she hears her own mother say those horrible words

She just want to take the easiest option

she wants to go home,

Jump and fly home, join the lost boys

and be free

never worry about upsetting

never worry about the danger

she curls into a ball crying so hard the room floods

she is drowning in her own tears

nobody to save her

all alone... lost... scared... hopeless

there is silence now,

the tears have stopped

she feels alone, cold, hurt and is longing for someone to love her no matter all her flaws.

She is still longing for it.

There is hands reaching to help her,

they prolong the urge to fly towards Never land

but only one person can save her

she has waited long enough

never land calls her to come home

all her brothers and sisters are waiting,

ready to welcome her

she will be free

but she doesnt want that

she wants her mothers love

she wants to hear the words

"I love you"

she wants to say

"I am sorry, please forgive me"

she just wants to hear the words

"I forgive you and I am sorry"

she longs to say

"I forgive you and I love you"

She wants to feel her mothers warm embrace

and be able to cry into her mothers arms like she never has before

She wants to cuddle in tight read stories

do all the things she missed growing up

she longs for her to tuck her into bed

whisper: "I love you sweet dreams and see you in the morning"

But that all seems so far away...

can she hold on much longer is the question...

The train returns and she continues to curl into a ball rocking,

muttering to her self,

"I need you mum, why cant you tell?"

she longs for a reply..

She feels a hand on her shoulder and when she looks up 7 cups sits and joins her

not letting her be alone

longing with her

holding her tight

not daring to let go

She cuddles in tight and buries her feet in the ground making sure to hold on

she continues to rock as 7 cups smothers her in hugs and comfort while she waits

but how long will that be?

Will 7 cups stay with her?

Or will they leave her with herself and the jump to Never land...

Hi, @imaginativeThinker8574 :)

My entry :)

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Unspoken words.

I am posting this message to subscribe to this thread so that I can get updates when someone posts a poem.

The poems posted till now have so many parts that describe me and what I am going through.

Beautiful and soulful posts by all, creating wonderfully illustrating and evocative portraits as only the owner of both brush and visage are able.

I’ll give it a go 😁

Standing silently as a tree, mighty sentinel of the gloom. Strong, yes. But waiting with exhausted breaths for each errant wind to topple it from the earthen tomb, the place from which it’s roots draw life. Painted darkly against a purple twilight sky, the finer details are lost amidst the starry canvas.

Perhaps at one point the colors were rich and vibrant, the darkness not yet crept over the sunny rays which shone so brightly upon the greened limbs of this lonely tree. The strokes of the brush were smooth, gentle. Not at all course and harsh as they now are.

What cataclysm forced the artists change of heart? Why retouch what may have once been seen with admiring eyes? Only the artist knows such secrets, and has learned through pain and the stab of hungry daggers that secrets of the heart must no longer be revealed. There are no ears who can truly hear the whispers of a tree 🌲

@SilentFlow

An entire world.

Defining the undefinable.

It's Master Tomog.

And he's laughing about something.

Laughing in the shower,

At his desk,

On the street,

At an assembly as a kid.

But it's not always funny.

You have to make your own luck.

The best luck you can make is friends.

And he's made and kept some since kindergarten.

Yeah, there's a lot you don't need to know.

He's been tough and been right.

He's fallen into spiderwebs on purpose.

Sometimes he isn't even himself or who he is.

We don't talk about it but it's there.

Nothing distracts or traumatizes past the learning though.

He's not going to stop getting better,

You'd better keep up.

He's just getting started.