i couldn't get the formatting quite right in the forum response box, so i hope an image is alright! this one is a bit about disassociation and having an odd relationship with your physical form but trying really aggressively to love yourself :,)
That is very beautiful! I absolutely love it!
That is very beautiful! I absolutely love it!
<3 <3 <3
i've always relied on being a writer– throughout my life, it's the one thing i've been told i'm good at and actually believed. that's a weird place to be, though. how stupid it is to rely on ideas and words and chance arrangement, all things made indefinable by their abstract nature? what if, one day, my words just leave? fittingly enough, this is still a work in progress. i like the form, but some of the imagery just doesn't stick
The way you format your poems manages to catch my eye all two of the times I've seen them. It's very pleasantly arranged. I'd love to see the finished product sometime, but I like it so far. :)
The way you format your poems manages to catch my eye all two of the times I've seen them. It's very pleasantly arranged. I'd love to see the finished product sometime, but I like it so far. :)
:D thank you i try hard
hm we all fall in love with the wrong people i think also it's hard to recognize yourself
Bouquet of Hydrangea
(Dedicated to a certain someone…)
If the roots of fate is truly fixed and that nothing could change,
Then perhaps the best to do is for me to stay with you.
Because deep down I know that life is meaningful enough,
But to live your life for someone is a life with trust and love.
Growing up with time, not a lot by my side.
A broken heart, some tired eyes, a body that’s lacking life.
But somehow those days, have gone and passed away.
It’s like someone came into my life and completely changed me.
The scenery,
The memories,
I hug this broken body
Taking it along with me.
The scars I’ve gained
No longer remain,
It’s like you’ve healed my soul,
My dear
Now blooming like a blossom garden,
With someone so important.
I hold to my heart, our present, our past.
I’ll care for them, as long as I’m alive…
And I’ll be here, no further.
I’ll be your friend and lover.
No matter how much you love me,
I still love you more than you could see.
……
Living on my own, sitting on my empty throne.
An empty glass, some broken shards, and a wall of some fake gold.
But somehow I could see, that someone so far from me
Is living life, is missing me, and it makes me so happy.
The sun I see,
The moon I need,
Somehow the stars tonight
Aren’t shining bright as they used to be.
Or could it be
That you’re here with me…
It’s like I can see you near,
My dear
Now blooming like a blossom garden,
She’s someone so important.
I hold to my heart, her present, my past,
I’ll care for them, as long as I can breathe…
And I’ll be there whenever
You need a friend or lover.
No matter how much you love me,
I still love you more than you could see.
…
All of these heartfelt emotions,
Prove that I love you… now, can you see?
ahhhhh altrince that's so good!
Thank chu Izzy
:3
:D
yw fren!
"an empty glass, broken shards, a wall of some fake gold" altrince i love it! the imagery with the sun and moon and gold is really lovely
Thank you velo! Yours were pretty amazing as well, not gonna lie! :D
Thank you velo! Yours were pretty amazing as well, not gonna lie! :D
<3 <3
Is it Raining?
The first drops of the season’s arrived beside your door
The footpath starts to clog up, the rooftop starts to pour
The overflowing memories of ours begin to shine
Behind the garden blossoms, staring at the sky
However beautiful are the pictures you may see
Within the rain there’s always some tears of false belief
The broken crackles of some hearts that you may hear
Reside inside the stormy atmosphere.
No matter how long, no matter how strong
The storm that you’re fighting, will show where you belong
So hold on my dear, for the future is near
This life will be worth it, just wait ‘til the storm will clear
The thunderbolt might frighten you into a freeze
What’s left of the commotion is a burnt up memory
A past you wish to forget, the future you wish to change
There’s something still so magical in times that can’t be erased
No matter how far, no matter where you are
No matter how lonely, no matter all your scars
Your life is still worth it, your dreams will still shine
Your soul of uniqueness is one that cannot die
Though it pours down your eyes, it may clog up your mind
The silence that you wish for, you can find it in the sky
The last drops from heaven, the last sign of pain
Now see up above you, the beauty after the rain.
…
The sun has settled down as the moon now start to climb
The calmness of the seasons’ horizon catches your eyes
What is left of the rainstorm that has passed by your mind?
Perhaps there are some memories to find…
Okay but that was actually really pretty?? Like,,, that was really good lksfdkjlsd
Ah! Thank you Izzy! >:3
Close An Eye
There’s no need to ask
When nothing that you say is true
Faint breathing in,
Faded breathing out
There’s nothing left me to do
Second nature much?
You lie just like you used to do
No need to care
‘Cause I won’t be there
If my presence seems to bother you.
What you say, I believed
I thought you wouldn’t hurt me
But I know and I’m sure
I could leave you… if only it’s that easy.
I guess I’ll just close one eye,
Taking in the truth in your lies.
Knowing only half of the story,
Is enough for me to decide.
I guess I’ll just close that one eye,
No longer needing to know.
And though it hurts, it can be worse,
So I…
Will keep that eye closed.
There’s no need to act,
I know that you don’t care for me.
Last chance again,
Begging me again,
For a perfect ending to the story.
Being who I am,
I let you in another time.
I trusted you,
I wanted you,
My old friend now it’s our goodbye.
What you say, I believed.
I’ve cheered you on a thousand times.
Though I know, I’ve had enough
Of all your lies… I may be too kind.
‘Cause I’ll only close an eye,
Taking in the truth that you lie.
Seeing all you wanted to show,
Knowing that it’s not a whole.
But I still won’t open that eye,
Though the truth may hurt and I know
That keeping you, would hurt me so
But what can I do…
When I’m afraid to hurt you.
hhhhhhh
your poems are like zach's
i love them
although,
i'm sorry you have to go through this
i hope you can let go of him soon,
he doesn't deserve you as a "friend"-
just some vent poetry with funky flow and structure. in spoilers due to it being about ~food stuff~. there's good days and bad days idk take care of yourself
sometimes its late at night and you miss who you used to be and who you used to know
Bottoms Up
A broken heart led me astray,
Taking me down another way
Lost in the night, drowning away
Melting as the curtains open up.
Walking alone in stubbornness,
A path I took, I won’t regret.
How long, how far, who could’ve guessed?
Knowing I’m alone is enough for me.
In your eyes,
Am I insane or am I just divine?
Am I alright or am I losing my mind?
There’s no escape this time…
Another “one shot”
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
Down the whole glass.
There’s no need to regret anymore.
What has passed, has passed.
Now bottoms up your glass—
A glass filled with tears,
A dish of some lies.
A perfect meal for me
Who was left behind.
Drowning away with time, and alcohol inside.
…haha….
First glass there’s not a pain to blind ya,
Eighth glass added some sweet with some coca-cola,
Eleventh glass down with whiskey and soda,
Downing the fourteenth with honey and coma.
To the fifteenth with a dance and a smile,
The nineteenth glass was a warm hug used to blind.
The twentieth drowned in the abyss of my eyes,
The twenty-fifth time, it was you I couldn’t find.
The thirtieth glass, dizzy as can be.
The forty-eighth was hurting my throat and me.
The sixty-first one hurt the most,
Reminder to myself I exist as just a ghost.
The eighty-seventh glass was a pain to my soul,
The ninety-first down with the lies that you’ve told.
The ninety-ninth done with a last of your smile…
Now a hundred…
Bottoms up.
…
Another “one shot”
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
Down the whole glass.
There’s no need to regret anything anymore.
The pain that I feel,
I’ll let these drinks all drown them away.
If the light of day,
Was to come again.
I hope to wake up
To feel better again.
And though all those drinks
Were to remove you from me.
I cry to myself
Over our past memories.
I’ll burn them all someday,
I’m sure.
ohmy
was not expecting this much emotion ljksdklsd
but twas good!
A !
You tore me apart
Day by day
Ripping into my being as if I was yours
My flesh
My bone
The essence of my soul
But even with all this pain you caused me, you were a necessity
You kept my mind intact
You kept me sane
Even with the chaos and the violence around me
With you, I knew my mind was safe
But still
You tore me apart
You left me to the cruel broken world
Alone
You left me rotting from the inside out
No shelter, no safety
You crumbled as I held my image of you in my hands
My cold, dry hands
You shook, as if it wasn't your fault
As if you didn't expect to be erased from my memory the moment you left
As if you didn't expect me to move on to the next best thing
If you hadn't left, maybe I could've cared for you
Maybe I could've stayed
Protected you the way you needed
Stayed with you when you were alone in the woods
Not sure you'd live
But our destinies are intertwined
You'll rot alone, as will I
Because that is the fate we've written for each other
To rot
N !
When was the last time you saw me?
Do you remember my face?
The slope of my nose?
The edge of my jaw?
What made you choose me when our already weak connection was being severed by the painful passing of time?
Was it my eyes?
Or my smile?
My laugh?
More realistically, was it my legs?
My chest?
The touch of my skin?
The way my hair felt in your hands?
The way I trusted you with such a sacred part of my life?
What made you choose me to fill these days of boredom?
All I wanted was to take care of you
Because maybe if I cared for you enough, you would begin to care for me as well
Maybe when you wrapped your hands around my waist in front of your bathroom mirror, you'd see more than yourself
You'd see me
You'd see my tired eyes, begging for you're love
And maybe you'd give it to me
So I took care of you
I gave you everything you needed
Everything you wanted
I gave you my love
My mind
And my body
But it wasn't enough
It wasn't enough for you tell your friends about me
To tell your mom that I meant something to you
To tell yourself to keep me around
You gave me to smallest amount of yourself to keep me going
To keep me coming back
And with every time I came back, your confidence rose another hundred feet
And I kept coming back
I kept taking care of you
I know you still think of her
When you hold me in your arms, you imagine her in my place
Every lie you uphold for me is just to keep me around
A replacement
A sad excuse for one
I don't have her face which you loved looking at so much
I don't have her body that you loved to touch
I don't have her beautiful laugh that would ring through your ears
And I don't have the approval of your brother and your peers
I have my pale face, riddled with scars
I have my skeletal body, burnt by your cigars
I have my crackly laugh, unending for your humor
I have the ridicule of your friends, who said to leave me by summer
I could never live up to her
So continue to think of her
but twas good!
Thank you Izzy! -^-
Package
In this world where nothing means a thing,
Where I care for nothing at all.
Is there a reason for me
To live here at all?
But for someone to come in my life,
For a new stranger came to me.
I learnt to live my broken life,
A little bit more easily.
Blurred away by all my shedded tears,
I touch what I can see.
Though I’m not sure what it may be,
The surprise comforts me.
These emotions piercing through me,
Grow stronger everyday.
My right side feels relieving,
While my left feels okay.
The shortest moments we’ve talked, I’m sad that they’ve passed.
But no worries now, we make them again.
Even if my broken heart continues screaming inside,
Even if my torn up breathers hurt me more, I’m still fine.
For the warmth I feel, I don’t want it to end.
“Happiness for me”, a package you’ve sent.
In this world where time and time again,
Reality won’t change.
The dreams of some connected,
Won’t ever be erased.
In this world that’s full of tiredness,
Where we still live on our lives.
Whenever life pushes you too hard,
You can rest by my side.
Comforting are the greetings, I meet with everyday.
The smallest ones will still make my day.
Even if my broken heart continues screaming inside,
Even if my torn up breathers hurt me more, I’m still fine.
For the warmth I feel, I don’t want it to end.
“Happiness for me”, a package you’ve sent.
Even if the world around is pushing you down again,
Even if the world is playing games with you in the end,
These distant hands, will be there to hold you tight.
“Happiness for you”, is a package I’ve sent.
There’s no need to pay,
I just hope you smile in the end.
geez everyone's poems are so emotional and heartfelt………mine doesn't really live up to that:
| WRITE POETRY |
I can’t write poetry in the mornings.
It’s so bright and the world is in
Sharp color and I can’t think
Of faint nothings
With a fresh new sun
beating down on me
It’s only in the evenings
When the blazing heat
Turns musky and the sharpness
Dulls and lines blur
That my mind runs freely
Then it’s so easy
To repeat the words
The sunset whispers to me
Quiet, she says
Listen, she says
Can’t you hear it?
The crickets and
Rising moon sing in
Harmony.
And I fancy I can hear it,
If their song were to sound
Like the day’s plans,
Worries, and schedules being
Put to rest under the blanket
Of dusk’s full vacancy.
It’s okay to tuck them in.
I’m sure they’ll wake in the morning.
But in the evenings,
It’s best to let them sleep and
Do nothing for once and
Maybe then
Write some poetry
(we yearnin' boys)
(This… doesn’t really belong here but I don’t know where else to put this, I apologize ;-;)
Essence
Take an orange.
Just one is fine.
Squeeze it as hard as you can.
Ask yourself, what sort of substance will you get from that orange?
Clean water?
No.
Wine?
No.
Or perhaps…
Lemonade?
Definitely not.
You are guaranteed to get orange juice, because that is what’s inside the orange.
If you know that inside you, you’re an artist. Don’t force yourself to be a doctor.
If you know that inside you, you’re an athlete.
Don’t force yourself to be a scientist.
If you know that inside you, you’re an architect.
Don’t force yourself to be a biologist.
Just because people tell you that “it will be good for you” from their point of view, doesn’t mean you have to agree.
For every force and pressure you put onto yourself, the result will only be disappointment.
You can never squeeze an orange and expect milk to flow from it.
You cannot change the essence of a person.
But what you can do, is support them as they are. This goes… for yourself as well.
Treat yourself to happiness,
Only then will happiness await you beyond the closed doors of your future.
