OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Joy and fear
Happiness and tears
Reality seems to be just a dream
compared to this ancient place
in which everyone is what
he wants to be
Because we all
are dreaming

~ Copyright to my Boyfriend~

Trigger warning

She Once Said

The girl who said she'd never cut,
had scars on her wrist
She once said she didn't understand suicide,
She said she'd never commit
Her previous change of heart
became her present and her last
As she must have understood
What it meant to become the past.

An mourning mother,

a star-less sky,

an orphaned child,

who believes the lie.

the path of a tear,

the blood from a knife,

a bottle of pills,

formy messed up life.

A soul-less smile,

the pain behind her mask,

faking happiness,

is a very hard task.

The faucet drips,
And my stomach makes a loud growl.
Still I feel nothing.
I know I should eat,
I should probably sleep,
But I can't quiet my mind
Enough to do things for myself.
I want to feel something
But all I can bring myself to feel
Is shame.
Is this mental illness?
Is this what they warn us about?
I always thought
I would be able to tell
When my mind slipped
Into madness.
I suppose I was wrong.

There are a million voices. They tempt you throughout the night. You can try to ignore them, but they'll put up a fight. So they scream louder until you eventually give in. So you take the blade and draw into your skin. So now you have to live with the guilt of the scars that will remain. Because all you wanted to do was kill all those demons, with pain.

Nocturne by the metro station

Slowly, we pass

through Nyamiha street,

walking on the shadows

of sleepy street lights

and measuring time

In the polyrhythm

Of heartbeats and footsteps

Now is the time to love me.

Upon your lips

I feel the scents

Of musk and boyhood dreams

while the moon's vigil

prays for the unborn

sighs of my longing

Now is the time to love me

Father. That particular word can have several different meanings behind it. To some, its the person who taught them to ride a bike. The person who walked them to the classroom on the 1st day of Kindergarden. The person who picked them up after life shoved them down with a mighty rage. But that's not always the case. To some, it's the person who is capable of making them break down in their room because of their harsh words. The person who they try so hard to avoid, because of how get treated once they're spotted by them. The person who hurt them before anyone even had the chance to. But we'll be okay. We'll make it through this life, because we deserve it more than anything else. Just remain breathing. Don't let anyone's words or actions affect you because you're worth it.

This is a poem I've written about a very close friend of mine who lives in America. For the last two years he has changed my life dramatically and I owe him a debt I know can never be fully repaid. I hope you enjoy, thank you. 😊

My angel

I have seen an angel cry,
He's tears a flow,
I need naught to ask why,
The pain concealed behind those velvet eyes,
Stole my broken heart,
Tightening our bonds into unbreakable ties,
This gentle creature whom I thought could never exist entered my world once so cold,
Thawing, renewing,
With a smile so radiant, so bold,
Always dependable, the tender wing,
Guiding me through,
Though everything,
Giving me joy I thought I could not own,
By his acts of kindness,
I have grown,
He was my eyes when I was so blind, my strength when I was weak,
My faith when it was lost,
My voice when I couldn't speak,
His wisdom far beyond his years,
His courage so inspirational,
To know how he faced such trials, to faced such fears,
Upon his sleeve his does his heart lie,
But behind his beautiful smile,
This angel often does cry,
Tears staining his handsome face,
Remembering old wounds,
And how I wish I could be there to hold him in my embrace,
To grasp his hand,
Showing how I truly care,
That I understand,
But alas, divided are we,
Miles so very far part,
By the roaring ocean sea,
To hold him in my arms,
To heal his own fragile heart,
For him I would face the world and all of it's harms,
For he is my life, my new beginning,
And I will wait patiently for that day,
When we finally meet, and my own heart shall be singing.❤️

TRIGGER WARNING

There was a girl who loved her life,

In the end there was a knife,

It started out at school,

She was talking to her friends

who werepretty cool,

Her friend began to say how shes emo,

Shewanted to be like her friend,

She looked for advice around the bend,

Her friend taught her how to self harm,

The girl did it like she was times on an alarm,

The innocent girl got addicted to cutting,

But bully's just keep on tutting

Bypassing byways,

flyaway blues highway

with your stacked maps,

dead again from sleeplessness

and rambling swan songs,

so long gone.