Anonymoususer1234
Experienced
- Apr 13, 2023
- 216
Reply with a poem of your choice, one that expresses how you're feeling at the moment. It can be an original or something someone else wrote. Doesn't matter!
ultraviolence
lights, camera, acción
- Nov 5, 2023
- 29
A Paper/ A Person/ A Promise by Dr. Earl Reum
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
piddincir
Student
- Nov 6, 2023
- 182
I wife recently took her own life 5 weeks ago, I used to write her love poems when we first met, but I wrote her one final poem
My Final Poem
What might have been will never be,
But you were always it for me,
I feel it now that you are gone
No one left to keep me strong
I miss you than I can say
From the moment you took your life that day
A life without you I cannot bare
And more than I would even dare
I wish I could have stole your pain
For I knew I could take the strain
An relieved you of your daily strife
I tried so hard to save your life
But now I know I cannot live
I have no life or love to give
For what we share was just too great
my best friend my true soulmate
For all the wealth or love or bliss
I'd trade it all for one last kiss
Alas, for us no Time Machine
Left with just this dreamless dream
I cannot live this life alone
For you were my forever home
And all the moments that were shared
I know to us we always cared
I wish I could say goodbye
For each night I cry and cry
Longing for your embrace
To see that smile upon your face
I tried so hard and yet I failed
But join you now amongst the clouds
My wife to me you'll be
Eternally rob bear and Lizzie
My Final Poem
What might have been will never be,
But you were always it for me,
I feel it now that you are gone
No one left to keep me strong
I miss you than I can say
From the moment you took your life that day
A life without you I cannot bare
And more than I would even dare
I wish I could have stole your pain
For I knew I could take the strain
An relieved you of your daily strife
I tried so hard to save your life
But now I know I cannot live
I have no life or love to give
For what we share was just too great
my best friend my true soulmate
For all the wealth or love or bliss
I'd trade it all for one last kiss
Alas, for us no Time Machine
Left with just this dreamless dream
I cannot live this life alone
For you were my forever home
And all the moments that were shared
I know to us we always cared
I wish I could say goodbye
For each night I cry and cry
Longing for your embrace
To see that smile upon your face
I tried so hard and yet I failed
But join you now amongst the clouds
My wife to me you'll be
Eternally rob bear and Lizzie
gvmi
Losing my sanity, and scared
- Nov 9, 2023
- 40
I made a little haiku (my first one!)
Life weights way too much
Tears fall like rain from the sky
Don't let me wake up
Life weights way too much
Tears fall like rain from the sky
Don't let me wake up
targz
Member
- Feb 22, 2023
- 95
Some random vaguely relevant haikus from my collection:
| Survival instincts Will no longer wear the clothes Of rational thoughts | I'll stay in my brain Forever and ever with Myself and myself | Cathartic decay Feared the storm for the last time An earthworm's delight | Tranquil corpse rotting Shall fear and hurt nevermore A blowfly's delight |
| "You don't hate Mondays You hate capitalism" I hate sentience | "Your skin's not paper" But my life's not a pickle Nor is it money | Black holes, waterfalls A beautiful universe Nothing organic | Oh, to be a child Reincarnation is real Watch, I'll show you now |
trashhologram
⚰ Baby, let me decompose ⚰
- Dec 15, 2023
- 363
LoiteringClouds
Tempus fugit
- Feb 7, 2023
- 3,786
Hello @Anonymoususer1234,
This thread is what I've long waited for!
Thank you for creating this place -
For me, this is amazing grace!
I'm so sorry that you can't write,
Stories and poems anymore. [1]
I pray, may your pen regain might -
I think it is worth fighting for.
Now I can get on my soapbox,
Though my thought is unorthodox.
Now, they are not I need to hide -
Glory to Sanctioned Suicide!
References:
[1]
Can't Write Anymore
I used to do a lot of creative writing, short stories, poetry, little books that were a few thousand words, that sort of thing. I don't know what happened. Within the past year or two I just stopped being able to write like I used to. The words don't "flow" anymore. I'm trying to work on...
sanctioned-suicide.net
CocoToxBase
Experienced
- Jan 8, 2024
- 288
This one I wrote a year ago
(Verse 1)
Society's ignorance got me holdin' my breath,
They don't get it, living on the edge of death.
A missing person in a world so blind,
They only see the smile, not the chaos in my mind.
Bottled up pain, hurtin' the ones I love
Pushin' 'em away, like pushin' comes to shove
They say at least try, but i can't wait to die,
This emotional journey ain't no lie
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
(Verse 2)
They call me an attention seeker, what a pain,
But they'll never understand the battles in my brain.
I wish people understood, my pain is true,
Emotional unstable, I'm bruised, black and blue.
Police see me at my lowest, looking right through,
No compassion, no care, no love that's true.
Jump of the bridge, escape from my demons,
But that ain't the answer, gotta find other meanings.
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
(Bridge)
Hanging by a tree, but I refuse to let it claim me
Jump off that bridge? Nah, I won't play in that misery
Death by misadventure, they label it so,
But I won't let myself succumb to that low.
(Verse 3)
Can't heal from my trauma, my heart's in a mess
PTSD got me feelin' so much stress
Flashbacks haunt me, they won't let me rest
Deep wounds reopen, a never-ending test
Jump off that bridge, escape this pain,
Death by misadventure, my soul's insane,
Professionals neglecting they don't really care,
Hospital's a nightmare, only trauma in the air.
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
(Verse 1)
Society's ignorance got me holdin' my breath,
They don't get it, living on the edge of death.
A missing person in a world so blind,
They only see the smile, not the chaos in my mind.
Bottled up pain, hurtin' the ones I love
Pushin' 'em away, like pushin' comes to shove
They say at least try, but i can't wait to die,
This emotional journey ain't no lie
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
(Verse 2)
They call me an attention seeker, what a pain,
But they'll never understand the battles in my brain.
I wish people understood, my pain is true,
Emotional unstable, I'm bruised, black and blue.
Police see me at my lowest, looking right through,
No compassion, no care, no love that's true.
Jump of the bridge, escape from my demons,
But that ain't the answer, gotta find other meanings.
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
(Bridge)
Hanging by a tree, but I refuse to let it claim me
Jump off that bridge? Nah, I won't play in that misery
Death by misadventure, they label it so,
But I won't let myself succumb to that low.
(Verse 3)
Can't heal from my trauma, my heart's in a mess
PTSD got me feelin' so much stress
Flashbacks haunt me, they won't let me rest
Deep wounds reopen, a never-ending test
Jump off that bridge, escape this pain,
Death by misadventure, my soul's insane,
Professionals neglecting they don't really care,
Hospital's a nightmare, only trauma in the air.
(Chorus)
Suicidal thoughts, they be weighin' me down,
But I won't let 'em make me wear a crown.
These scars remind me that I'm built to heal
I'm stronger than these thoughts man
I gotta keep it real
dysthymia
the dead regret nothing
- Dec 24, 2023
- 88
94% Ammonium Nitrate 6% fuel oil intertwined,
Notoriously hard to ignite
But has the power to level blocks when detonated
I may not be fragile nor sensitive,
Nor am I hostile or insensitive,
Hard to comprehend, hard to break,
Waiting for a disaster,
Waiting for the perfect moment to detonate.
I'm not tough as stone,
I'm tough as ANFO,
Won't explode if stressed,
But would if pressed.
Notoriously hard to ignite
But has the power to level blocks when detonated
I may not be fragile nor sensitive,
Nor am I hostile or insensitive,
Hard to comprehend, hard to break,
Waiting for a disaster,
Waiting for the perfect moment to detonate.
I'm not tough as stone,
I'm tough as ANFO,
Won't explode if stressed,
But would if pressed.
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leavingthesoultrap
(ᴗ_ ᴗ。)
- Nov 25, 2023
- 1,212
Drained, stuck and all alone
Trying to find some kind of way
Dreading next morning's dawn
Day after a day after a day.
Trying to find some kind of way
Dreading next morning's dawn
Day after a day after a day.
fleshgarden
Student
- Mar 15, 2023
- 131
one I wrote for a song a while ago
I want to reconstruct my shape
rearrange my bones and wash away,
renew my mind, then looking at myself
I'd know what I'm missing inside
I feel close and far away at the same time
Trying to break me
Now it's so familiar to my mind
Bound forever but i've never felt so free
I want to reconstruct my shape
rearrange my bones and wash away,
renew my mind, then looking at myself
I'd know what I'm missing inside
I feel close and far away at the same time
Trying to break me
Now it's so familiar to my mind
Bound forever but i've never felt so free
My kind of topic, wonderful. Writing is lovely and really helps express what you feel, like music and drawing do.
| Chaos lulls the mind Starts to falters, then gives in To madness, to bliss |
I know i have tried it
And all to my best
Goodbye now world
off to my ethernal bed
am so bad at this
And all to my best
Goodbye now world
off to my ethernal bed
am so bad at thisAbsolutely shit
That's about it
Cringing, bingeing, wish someone stuck a syringe in
That's about it
Cringing, bingeing, wish someone stuck a syringe in
LoiteringClouds
Tempus fugit
- Feb 7, 2023
- 3,786
I'm beyond repair,
And not good enough.
Life is so unfair -
And always so rough.
It has never spare,
Me from pain and stuff.
Punishment is there,
Whenever I fluff.
Gloom is in the air -
Peace isn't anywhere.
(Thank you for reading
Today I'm struggling.)
And not good enough.
Life is so unfair -
And always so rough.
It has never spare,
Me from pain and stuff.
Punishment is there,
Whenever I fluff.
Gloom is in the air -
Peace isn't anywhere.
(Thank you for reading
Today I'm struggling.)
