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Started February 07, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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OH MY GOD ALTRINCE THE EMOTIONS
am glad you're choosing to keep on living, your presence is very much appreciated c:

AND AAA THAT LAST ONE IS SO GOOD TOO

yes I enjoyed it very much as well.

Unconditional

At every turn,
I look to see you there.
Always waiting,
Always believing.
I was a fool,
To have believed the things they've said.
When love means something different
To every person that I've met.

Some crave touch, some crave warmth,
some crave care, and some crave gold.
Some crave everything someone has in store.

Some crave loyalty and jewelry,
while some crave music and sympathy.
While I stand here…
Waiting to be loved unconditionally.

I have scars
from past mistakes.
I have grown to love my every hurt
To turn them into burnin' flames.
I've walked
On a path that no one follows.
I have learnt that every war I fight
is for a better tomorrow.

Oh I crave touch, I crave warmth,
I crave care, and I crave gold.
I crave everything I've never had before.

I want loyalty, some jewelry,
I crave lullabies and sympathy,
And I stand here…
Waiting to be loved…

I'll give you touch, I'll give you warmth,
I'll give you care, I'll give you gold.
I'll give you every thing that I have hid before.

I'll give you my best, show you my worst,
I'll give you everything that you deserve.
I'll give you it all…
'Cause love ought to be…
Unconditional.

Unconditional

At every turn,
I look to see you there.
Always waiting,
Always believing.
I was a fool,
To have believed the things they've said.
When love means something different
To every person that I've met.

Some crave touch, some crave warmth,
some crave care, and some crave gold.
Some crave everything someone has in store.

Some crave loyalty and jewelry,
while some crave music and sympathy.
While I stand here…
Waiting to be loved unconditionally.

I have scars
from past mistakes.
I have grown to love my every hurt
To turn them into burnin' flames.
I've walked
On a path that no one follows.
I have learnt that every war I fight
is for a better tomorrow.

Oh I crave touch, I crave warmth,
I crave care, and I crave gold.
I crave everything I've never had before.

I want loyalty, some jewelry,
I crave lullabies and sympathy,
And I stand here…
Waiting to be loved…

I'll give you touch, I'll give you warmth,
I'll give you care, I'll give you gold.
I'll give you every thing that I have hid before.

I'll give you my best, show you my worst,
I'll give you everything that you deserve.
I'll give you it all…
'Cause love ought to be…
Unconditional.

FSHSHHSSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHS ILOVETHIS

I think I wrote something about religious trauma and drowning in desperation…. I'll see if I can hunt it down. It was my first time writing poetry and it was more a vent so it wasnt pretty

So- I found it. But it's really bad.
I really enjoy everyone's poetry here, apologies that it's not equal to those standards. I've never wrote poetry until now

Praying to a God you don't believe
As your body floats to sea
You drown in your own emotion
Your lungs fill with worthless devotion

The water once was wine
But now it pulls you down like vines
Vines of sin, Vines of lies
When the water stills and your body dies
Tell me
What do you see on the other side?

Do you remember my name?
Do you remember my face?
Fogging the mirror
My breath
Or is it yours?
I have no face
I have no name
Only a memory
Shattered like glass
Broken nails and burning hair
Do you remember my face?
Do you remember my name?

i forgot i did a huge poetry assignment for school so now i have a good stock of poems to post. important note: please tell me if I've already posted one/some of them so i don't make a fool of myself. merci.

Giver

Though crooked, broke, and not so beautiful,
The beauty of the pain
That I write along my arms,
They still remind me I am sane.
Though wicked, gone, and not so beautiful,
The memories of the past
They still live with me forever
They still follow my every path.

Wishing on a falling star,
Never knowing near or far.
Wishing upon an empty dream
That still lurks, unchanging.
Between sorrow in disguise,
And happiness that never shows,
I don't know what's scarier.
Maybe overthinking is.

I don't believe, I won't succeed,
I don't understand.
Why tears keep falling my eyes
When I am smiling as I stand?
I don't believe, I don't believe,
The things that they say.
Tear through the mask they wear
And be ready for come what may.

Though damaged far beyond human repair,
I'll soar through northern skies.
With the pencil that I hold,
I'll write until I slowly die.
Through words and quotes, I'll give them all the life
I wish that they could have.
If my own can't be enough,
Their lives will live on instead.

If never crying is the way that I'll be strong,
Then I'll stay forever weak.

Through torn out pages, drafts, and unfinished projects,
There's something that I've learnt.
Hearts will feel what it wants to
And they have control over you.
From fucked up fiction on to loving stories,
Write what your heart desires.
You don't know when is the day
You'll write your last…
So write them.

Give them life, and give them pleasure,
Give them something like a light.
Let them chase after their dreams
The way you're doing all the time.
Give them love and cherish all the times
You've mentally hugged them all.
They may never be alive,
But like this, they will never die.

I translated one of my poetry I wrote a few years ago to English! Translations might be a bit off, sorry. Since some words in other languages don’t have a proper translation in English. This one I think was written as a sort of vent.

“We see you,
Children of the past,
Future,
and now.

thunder thunders on the border
oh how can you not see
lights in the sky
falling on us

fight fight fight
day and night
my friends
we see a world we cannot have

the world is turning against us
refusing to see
to listen
nothing great

in the war
no one wins
we can only hope
losses will be small”

My Why:

Someone else will work the jobs.
Someone else will do the chores.
Someone else will be the boss.
Someone else will clean up the messes.
Someone else will do it.
Someone else.
Someone else.
Someone else.

Nobody else will work the jobs.
Nobody else will do the chores.
Nobody else will be the boss.
Nobody else will clean up the messes.
Nobody else will do it.
Nobody else.
Nobody else.
Nobody else.

So I will.
I will work.
I will lead.
I will clean up the messes.
I will do the chores.
I will do it.
I will do it.
I am that someone else.

I don’t do it for myself.
I don’t do it for money.
I don’t do it for fame.
I don’t do it for recognition.

I do it for you.
I do it for her.
I do it for him.
I do it for my mother.
I do it for my father.
I do it for my brothers.
I do it for my sisters.
I do it for the poor.
I do it for the rich.
For the weak.
For the strong.
For the wise.
For the fool.

I do it out of love.
For my home.
I do it out of determination.
To keep them safe.
I do it out of anger.
That it needs doing.
I do it out of respect.
For those who died doing it.

This job is dark.
This job is cruel.
This job is thankless.
This job is hated.
This job is bloody.

And I do it.

You hate me for doing it.
Yet you hate me for not.
You hate what I do.
Yet when I do not you cry that I must.
You say that I am heartless.
Then berate me for showing it.
You call me monster.
And call the monsters hero.
You hate me for what I am.
And I love you for what you are not.

Spineless, cowards you are.
Loathing me for what I must do.
When you will not do it yourself.
How can you tell me what to do?
If you yourself would never do it?

I made this choice.
That you may never have to.
I do this job.
So you can sit there and complain.
I clean up the messes.
So you can make more.
I lead my friends.
To victory or death.
So you can sleep safely.

You do not fear what is in the dark.
Because I fight the shadows.
You do not go hungry.
Because I give you my share.
You do not shiver to the cold.
Because I burn my body to keep you warm.
You care. *
*Only when I return in that pine wood box.
With stars and stripes on top.
So perhaps I would be better off coming home like that.
Most of my friends do.
So why not join them?

Let this be known to the world.
You are all weak.
You are all cowards.
You are not blind.
You just choose not to see.
Shut your mouths.
Think before you speak.
You know nothing of my job.
Until you actually do it.
Shut up.

I do this *
*Because I know that it needs doing
And nobody else has the spine to do it.
Least of all those who berate us for it.

The Red of Wine

Alas…
It's the hero's turn to die.
Stop pretending to be brave,
You idiotic child.

Alas…
It's that time we've been waiting for.
The time that the hero's thrown out the windows
With us walking through those doors.

I've been waiting to taste
The Red of Wine.
I've been waiting to taste it
For the longest time.
I've been waiting to taste
this bitterness of wine.

I've been waiting too long
for this damn song
to celebrate my
"coming home"
from war…

Where I am the villain
and I was the hero who died.

Alas…
The sun's turn to set.
The moon's shining brightly
Over the horizons I've never met.

Alas…
I am at peace with myself.
That nuisance side of mine is
Finally rotting in hell.

I've been dying to taste
The Red of Wine.
I've been dying to taste it
For the longest time.
I am dying to taste
This bitterness of mine, mine, mine…

I've been waiting too long
To play this song
and celebrate my
"coming home"
from war…

Where I am the villain
who wiped out that piece of mine.

This red of mine.
So bitter and so sweet.
So addicting, but it's hurting me…

This red of mine.
This red of wine.
This red of mine…

Was all from that hero…
Yeah, it's all from that hero…
Was all from that hero… who died.

I’ve let go of the anger
bubbling and building
always in control
it had me In a chokehold
never letting the tears slip
or fist unclench
I was always so angry
Sometimes I feel it
under my skin searing
like second nature
ready to hurt and hate
but that’s not me anymore
I’ve let go of the anger

Bad news doesn't wait for the weekend

You will have plans.
Little chores you've put off for a week, a call with a friend
Maybe that nice long walk your dog deserves.
You'll already have a headache from some paperwork you don't understand,
And good grief, is it time to do laundry again?
You'll have to fit that in somewhere.

That's when the bad news hits.

It comes from the radio or a family member or (heaven forbid) your doctor, striding in like an heir on coronation day-
Saying 'Sweep everything else aside! I am here with my servants, change and grief. Give me a silent vigil and the reverence I demand.'
But you can't.
You still have laundry.

timely and painful. i love the lengths on that, it makes everything fall very effectively. really a punch to the gut, congrats!

you're killer, baby
stomach of steel
eyes of such crystal clarity.
killer smile, killer charm.
your arms are so strong
i doubt im strong enough to keep you at arms length.
babies have a real strong grip, its true!
you grab and do not let go,
somehow you wormed in,
and got hold of my self.
you coo, content, waving it around you,
i beg you to be careful, its a precious thing!
you taste, nibble and consider, as babies do,
chewing on what you ripped out of my core.
its okay, im just a little destabilised,
i fell over following its journey to the ground,
when you threw it off your high chair.
its okay, i collected the shards and threw them away,
dusted it off and gave you what was left.
your little ham fist grabbed it fast.
fast and strong. i asked again, be careful!
i know if i take it back you will cry
throw a tantrum. if your grip is strong,
your tantrums are diamond hard
hacking cries and baby fists grabbing me
by my throat and lifting me off the ground
and in the screaming and blood spilling,
my lovely little self will be lost.
better to ask you to be careful. maybe
i will cradle what is left long enough
that it will grow back.
truly, baby, you're killer,
you're teething, still on your journey,
four baby teeth, razorsharp and carnivore
flesh from self, you keep me alive but bare,
my acid bones that only you can digest.
i dont quite now what you are doing to me
but baby is it efficient and irrevocable.
and when finally you're satisfied
you nod off, cradled and fed, i am left
to gather what you did not want.
replace what is displaced in the empty gap,
that never quite holds it shape,
i shave off a corner or two, slot it in, not neatly
and with the abandoned bits i make your bottle.
babysitting is a fulltime job.
you are constant and corrupt.
and i love you, baby, need you.
for even less than being destroyed
do i want to be alone.

i wonder, i wonder
just what kind of home i will come back to
i wonder, i wonder

vast fields and refreshing lakes
turned to burn
turned to ache

men and women standing tall
taking shelter
before they fall

a smile untouched
ruined by them all
the thrum of their machines

life has changed
but we’re still together
arranged our defences

even as the storm draws near
even as i feel the fear
i will not leave

i wonder, i wonder
just what kind of home i will come back to.

I wrote this one over the past few weeks.

'cause i've been down this road before
i have walked until both my feet were sore
and yet i keep walking
and yeah, i keep walking
thinking that… there was gold, where i was going

all i found was the truth i didn't want
i was growing older than i wanted to be
i was changing with time
with no way to return
to the child that i once was

oh, that golden child
of yours has grown
to a young man whose purpose
is still left unknown
oh, the world may be cruel
and sometimes may be cold
but he's holding on tight
and he's willing to fight

'cause life is still beautiful

'cause life is so beautiful

oh, his life, he'll make it beautiful

somehow.

some day.

I sent this to her

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The way nature loves without language, I will love you. The way a bear loves her cubs without knowing mother, without knowing child, without knowing love, I will love you. I do not know myself, I do not know the world, and I will care for you. Without words and without thoughts and without sense, I will hold you. In silence and in chaos, I will cook you dinner and fold your clothes. In void and in immeasurable presence, I will take your tears and give you mine. I will fall asleep to the sound of your breath and watch your favourite movies. I will share my space with you and fight for your peace. And I will never know why, and I will never know when, and I will never know how, but my heart will beat for you anyway because such is the reason I exist.

For once was a life of joy, now falls a shadow of what she once was.
A tear, a sob, a life ignored and lost.
A heartfelt graveside confession, of grief and grievances, of love and loves, of sorrows and joys.

A change simple as a teardrop into a lake, with effects just as profound as the ripples that follow. Such a grief of a scale no immortal could comprehend.

Long nights

• Jacen Wardwell

Long nights
The love is there.
I'm in your arms,
I'm in your care.
Your warm embrace,
The smile on your face,
Your arms around me,
Your love, it's all that I see.

My now, forever, and always will be.
My heart, my soul, the only ones for me.

Oh wow, this is beautifully written!

Oh wow, this is beautifully written!

ah thank you so much!

(My first time sharing poetry in a while, I hope you all treat me kindly)

"Stardazing"

A date by the edge of the universe
Doesn't taste as sweet with one of two of us
Does it mean that much when it is done
To you?

And great was the waves, and sea, and scenery
Love the darkened blue that's greenery
What did you say, what does it mean?
"I do."

And though our fate can't intertwine
And we're too young for olden wine
Can we make this classic?
Even though our hearts and mind are clastic?

The twinkle toes, the quiet moans, a broken home
You're alone, we're not alone, but still
.
.
.
A date with the edge of the universe
"Never tasted sweeter," said the moon.
As I quiet down this sullen tune,
I'm sure I'll see you soon.

Afraid - @CaseyJ

"Do not be afraid of the dark" you are told.
But no one is afraid of the dark.
"Do not be afraid to speak in front of others"
But no one is afraid of public speaking.
"Do not be afraid…."
But of what are we truly afraid?
No one fears the dark,
They fear what is in the dark.
No one fears public speaking,
They fear what people think.
"Do not be afraid"
"there is nothing to fear"
"fear is weakness"
But fear is not weakness,
Fear keeps you alive.
If you fear death, you won't jump off a cliff.
If you do not fear death, you would do anything.
Be afraid, fear the end.

without you where would i be
you are the sun and i am the moon
our hands intertwined
in this world of ours

the coming days are so dark
and as they’ve been in the past
yet you’re still there

even if we’re miles away
we find a way
to be connected together

what a year, what a year
i hope we make it through.

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