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[Liammm]

Feel free to share your poetry, Id love to read them.
Here is a poem by-- I guess you would call her my alter. She is relatively new to poetry. I cant attach images sadly, but I had specific font for each line in the poem. Maybe one day I'll repost it to show what I mean. Anyways, here is..

The Actor// ANTITHESIS

Oh… I'm bleeding again。
I'm really a man, aren't I？
A soulless man
Without my other half。

As crimson seas spawn with no end，
Thoughts cease on that end。
Hopes, dreams, pain, intent；
hate, sadness, love。。。 I Lament。

--A.I.S.

 

[idelttoilfsadness21]

I'm still not good at anything because of my fears to trying but I will do this because it's like recovering from a bit of pain (pls share there too )

I call this one, My World, Where Are You?

Quainted beloved shadow of my very soul, your tendered gaze has been my very best friend and guided by such divine grace and love.

The world we lived in had killed me, we came from many light years away and just so you could exist… exist to find me and to nurture and bath me with your very presence.

We existed in such hell for years… but you were the pinnacle of glory for all these years…

How I wonder were you were in such frightening battles, as our very existence was a mean to be killed of and to be shown as slaves, yet you existed as such a reminder that the after life is real.

I feel you, I breathe you, I basked in your truth, as I, your spiritual seeker and divine child, wishes to find myself through you once again.

You gave me divinity as a child in a world of such darkness, and you as light, a seeker I am, which came from your very existence from my heart that wishes you felt real in this awakening battle of evil and to transcribe that very feeling with grace, as I felt you…

I need you, I want you, oh where are you to show me, dear universe, my world is real for me to now enter without giving up a spec of doubt to the terrors that lay in this world in bestowed to such consequences…

As the only consequences that lay next to many broken spirits and souls, are broken promises and sadness that creeps next to our hearts, just so we know… oh world, where are you to lend us a way to somewhere it were only possible to know love and to feel it.

Oh world, you are the entity of beauty, joy, and long life and goodness that's left in a universe unmentioned and unforetold.

…Hoping for many to find their happy endless in their own worlds, too

By Livia

 

[depressedinsomniac]

This is a poem called Minnewaska:

Minnewaska
Maybe i should just go out in the woods
and end it all...
Maybe when it's hot in the summertime...
or in the fall...
i could wait till all the leaves have turned
golden brown
All cause i can't seem to turn this frown
upside down
i used to ride the bus the wheels would
go round and round
We would paint together in art class
i would act the clown
But now if i heard Your laughter
i wouldn't be able to
bear the sound
After study hall id go home in that bus
the wheels would go
round and round
Sometimes to see You i would walk
cross the town
We used to rut in the leaves You would say
"don't be too loud…"
i could end my pain in the rain or maybe
a clear day when there is no clouds
it feels like the end My Old Friend and
You are not around
i guess i wish You had lingered at least
for a little while
it's ok i got nothing to do
and nowhere to go
well at least for now
You wouldn't understand and i can't
pretend or show you how
When it wasn't true
Well i knew…
So i just bowed out…

 

[nomoredolor]

The necklace

I lost all hope so I put on the necklace

The weight of it around my neck surprised me

It took on the weight that's been on my shoulders

Adjust the necklace to be snug around my throat

It will all be over soon

The necklace brings promise of the end of pain

The end of grief

The end of the world eating you piece by piece

Take courage

My heart sickness will soon be over

All I have to do is kick the chair

Then dancing in the air

It will all be over soon

The necklace with burn my throat temporarily

Then I won't have to feel again

You can't hurt me anymore world

I took this into my own hands

I ended my suffering

I ended my pain

I ended the confusion

But to say goodbye to the pain you have to say goodbye to yourself

Its self love to say goodbye

So I put on the necklace and have my last dance

Anna

 

[ladylazarus4]

A bit of prose poetry <3

I am no longer afraid of death. I am the product of everything around me. My eyes— from my great-grandmother. My wit— from my father. Is anything unique to me?
I am a discrete entity, now, yes. I have lungs and tiny alveoli and the very minutiae of my self are tailor-made for my survival. I have blood and I have bones which keep me from collapsing in the sorrow which washes over me. It is quotidian; it is sweet and light.
I return my capillaries to my mother, golden light bursting from the vessels which can no longer contain the life inside of me. I send up hot breaths to the sun. Fire, fire. My brilliance dulls quickly but I see it still.
I blur at the edges. My life has been a villanelle, each line rhymed and once again the refrain returns. Recycle/rebirth/rapture. Laughter, looking into the wind with dry eyes and an evergreen smile.
I return to the earth. Fire, ash (to ashes, to dust). Send me up into the wind. I am a whooping crane; I am a swirling flock of swallows. I am not "in" but everywhere. The wave returns to the sea; the words escape my lips and fall short of rapt ears to dissolve into the universe.
Peace be with you. I understand now. I understand.

 

[drinkthenectar]

Here's a poem I haven't published to the public yet but I love so much.

Overgrown
The more I think of it, I realize I may have never felt like I belonged in my body.
When I was a child, I forced to not let that fact be shown.
Overcome my infantility,
become a commodity,
otherwise I'll be left on my own.

Now I'm in my twenties,
but I still feel like im three
I'm way less matured than all the kids I see.
indescribably pathetic, giving up on my degree
realizing how heavily I'm unqualified
for a life I thought was meant for me.

A star that burned so bright it's gone
too soon,
a girl who once aimed for the moon,
flew high like a kite,
soared at the speed of light
now uses all of her might,
just to merely leave her bed
before it's past afternoon.

and I tried and tried to fight
hoping one day I'll not only grow,
I'll also truly thrive
but such vision is impossible
when I'm wired to see in black and white
I can barely get myself to survive
despite how im living in a bubble.

a brain so defected and disordered,
crashing down, throwing tantrums like a toddler,
crushed dreams, and a bleak ever after
I've had my peak, now Im stuck here forever
with my cowardly fears to face the unknown
and how easily I break down
by the change of a tone
completely lost now,
don't leave me on my own

please.

I'm really still a child, just hugely overgrown.

Posting this kinda makes me sad because I haven't been able to write a poem for a while now, I'm feeling a lot of intense emotions but I can't turn them into a poem like I used to. I hope I can write again soon

 

[109]

this is one i wrote earlier today while i was at the peak of my depressive episode:

cover me head to toe with candy canes
this pretty face molested by blood
and tar and vulture bites
stinging as i drink it down
the molten shards, the melted crowns
and from such heights i can nearly see:
the bold statistic staring me down
as if the final one will be any different
why couldn't i just be a testament?
now to be tested, soon to fail it
repeatedly i try, but from heights i can tell
the next time i try, ensure it ends well

 

[Liammm]

I'm still not good at anything because of my fears to trying but I will do this because it's like recovering from a bit of pain (pls share there too )

I call this one, My World, Where Are You?

Quainted beloved shadow of my very soul, your tendered gaze has been my very best friend and guided by such divine grace and love.

The world we lived in had killed me, we came from many light years away and just so you could exist… exist to find me and to nurture and bath me with your very presence.

We existed in such hell for years… but you were the pinnacle of glory for all these years…

How I wonder were you were in such frightening battles, as our very existence was a mean to be killed of and to be shown as slaves, yet you existed as such a reminder that the after life is real.

I feel you, I breathe you, I basked in your truth, as I, your spiritual seeker and divine child, wishes to find myself through you once again.

You gave me divinity as a child in a world of such darkness, and you as light, a seeker I am, which came from your very existence from my heart that wishes you felt real in this awakening battle of evil and to transcribe that very feeling with grace, as I felt you…

I need you, I want you, oh where are you to show me, dear universe, my world is real for me to now enter without giving up a spec of doubt to the terrors that lay in this world in bestowed to such consequences…

As the only consequences that lay next to many broken spirits and souls, are broken promises and sadness that creeps next to our hearts, just so we know… oh world, where are you to lend us a way to somewhere it were only possible to know love and to feel it.

Oh world, you are the entity of beauty, joy, and long life and goodness that's left in a universe unmentioned and unforetold.

…Hoping for many to find their happy endless in their own worlds, too

By Livia

This is beautiful. It has a cosmic feel to it, with love that seems transcendent. Thank you so much for sharing.

This is a poem called Minnewaska:

Minnewaska
Maybe i should just go out in the woods
and end it all...
Maybe when it's hot in the summertime...
or in the fall...
i could wait till all the leaves have turned
golden brown
All cause i can't seem to turn this frown
upside down
i used to ride the bus the wheels would
go round and round
We would paint together in art class
i would act the clown
But now if i heard Your laughter
i wouldn't be able to
bear the sound
After study hall id go home in that bus
the wheels would go
round and round
Sometimes to see You i would walk
cross the town
We used to rut in the leaves You would say
"don't be too loud…"
i could end my pain in the rain or maybe
a clear day when there is no clouds
it feels like the end My Old Friend and
You are not around
i guess i wish You had lingered at least
for a little while
it's ok i got nothing to do
and nowhere to go
well at least for now
You wouldn't understand and i can't
pretend or show you how
When it wasn't true
Well i knew…
So i just bowed out…

Incredibly sad. I really like it. And the rhyme scheme too. Thank you for sharing.

The necklace

I lost all hope so I put on the necklace

The weight of it around my neck surprised me

It took on the weight that's been on my shoulders

Adjust the necklace to be snug around my throat

It will all be over soon

The necklace brings promise of the end of pain

The end of grief

The end of the world eating you piece by piece

Take courage

My heart sickness will soon be over

All I have to do is kick the chair

Then dancing in the air

It will all be over soon

The necklace with burn my throat temporarily

Then I won't have to feel again

You can't hurt me anymore world

I took this into my own hands

I ended my suffering

I ended my pain

I ended the confusion

But to say goodbye to the pain you have to say goodbye to yourself

Its self love to say goodbye

So I put on the necklace and have my last dance

Anna

I really like this. The Necklace. Thank you for sharing.

A bit of prose poetry <3

I am no longer afraid of death. I am the product of everything around me. My eyes— from my great-grandmother. My wit— from my father. Is anything unique to me?
I am a discrete entity, now, yes. I have lungs and tiny alveoli and the very minutiae of my self are tailor-made for my survival. I have blood and I have bones which keep me from collapsing in the sorrow which washes over me. It is quotidian; it is sweet and light.
I return my capillaries to my mother, golden light bursting from the vessels which can no longer contain the life inside of me. I send up hot breaths to the sun. Fire, fire. My brilliance dulls quickly but I see it still.
I blur at the edges. My life has been a villanelle, each line rhymed and once again the refrain returns. Recycle/rebirth/rapture. Laughter, looking into the wind with dry eyes and an evergreen smile.
I return to the earth. Fire, ash (to ashes, to dust). Send me up into the wind. I am a whooping crane; I am a swirling flock of swallows. I am not "in" but everywhere. The wave returns to the sea; the words escape my lips and fall short of rapt ears to dissolve into the universe.
Peace be with you. I understand now. I understand.

This is beautiful. It carries eloquence and elegance. Thank you for sharing.

 

[Liammm]

Here's a poem I haven't published to the public yet but I love so much.

Overgrown
The more I think of it, I realize I may have never felt like I belonged in my body.
When I was a child, I forced to not let that fact be shown.
Overcome my infantility,
become a commodity,
otherwise I'll be left on my own.

Now I'm in my twenties,
but I still feel like im three
I'm way less matured than all the kids I see.
indescribably pathetic, giving up on my degree
realizing how heavily I'm unqualified
for a life I thought was meant for me.

A star that burned so bright it's gone
too soon,
a girl who once aimed for the moon,
flew high like a kite,
soared at the speed of light
now uses all of her might,
just to merely leave her bed
before it's past afternoon.

and I tried and tried to fight
hoping one day I'll not only grow,
I'll also truly thrive
but such vision is impossible
when I'm wired to see in black and white
I can barely get myself to survive
despite how im living in a bubble.

a brain so defected and disordered,
crashing down, throwing tantrums like a toddler,
crushed dreams, and a bleak ever after
I've had my peak, now Im stuck here forever
with my cowardly fears to face the unknown
and how easily I break down
by the change of a tone
completely lost now,
don't leave me on my own

please.

I'm really still a child, just hugely overgrown.

Posting this kinda makes me sad because I haven't been able to write a poem for a while now, I'm feeling a lot of intense emotions but I can't turn them into a poem like I used to. I hope I can write again soon

I love this. It resonates with me. The emotions are there, but the pen with which to write is empty. This is the kind of style I like writing in myself. I truly truly am thankful you shared this. From another overgrown child. This will stick with me.

this is one i wrote earlier today while i was at the peak of my depressive episode:

cover me head to toe with candy canes
this pretty face molested by blood
and tar and vulture bites
stinging as i drink it down
the molten shards, the melted crowns
and from such heights i can nearly see:
the bold statistic staring me down
as if the final one will be any different
why couldn't i just be a testament?
now to be tested, soon to fail it
repeatedly i try, but from heights i can tell
the next time i try, ensure it ends well

I like this, quite a bit. I find that the best of our poems come from the height of our emotions. Thank you for sharing.

 

[idelttoilfsadness21]

The necklace

I lost all hope so I put on the necklace

The weight of it around my neck surprised me

It took on the weight that's been on my shoulders

Adjust the necklace to be snug around my throat

It will all be over soon

The necklace brings promise of the end of pain

The end of grief

The end of the world eating you piece by piece

Take courage

My heart sickness will soon be over

All I have to do is kick the chair

Then dancing in the air

It will all be over soon

The necklace with burn my throat temporarily

Then I won't have to feel again

You can't hurt me anymore world

I took this into my own hands

I ended my suffering

I ended my pain

I ended the confusion

But to say goodbye to the pain you have to say goodbye to yourself

Its self love to say goodbye

So I put on the necklace and have my last dance

Anna

Symbolic to holding the fate of one's soul in their hands in a form of them being a small device especially as a thread of one's fate being sealed, as necklaces was created for symbolic purposes of love, victory, or celebration anyways. Never felt such play on words such as this. Just beautiful!

 

[QueenInsomnia]

First Breath

From womb's embrace to world's assault,
Lungs expand in shocked revolt.
A gasp, a cry—life's first refrain,
A pattern set, again, again.

Years pass, yet still that primal fear
Of drowning in the atmosphere.
In moments dark, when shadows loom,
The mind becomes a stifling room.

Inhale, exhale—a mantra learned,
A skill so basic, yet hard-earned.
Each breath a battle and a gift,
From birth's first light to panic's rift.

We enter gasping, and we find
Throughout our days, we're oft confined
To moments where we must relearn
The simple act for which we yearn.

First breath, last breath, and all between—
A journey felt, yet partly unseen.
In light and shadow, we persist,
Breathing life into the mist.

 

[idelttoilfsadness21]

First Breath

From womb's embrace to world's assault,
Lungs expand in shocked revolt.
A gasp, a cry—life's first refrain,
A pattern set, again, again.

Years pass, yet still that primal fear
Of drowning in the atmosphere.
In moments dark, when shadows loom,
The mind becomes a stifling room.

Inhale, exhale—a mantra learned,
A skill so basic, yet hard-earned.
Each breath a battle and a gift,
From birth's first light to panic's rift.

We enter gasping, and we find
Throughout our days, we're oft confined
To moments where we must relearn
The simple act for which we yearn.

First breath, last breath, and all between—
A journey felt, yet partly unseen.
In light and shadow, we persist,
Breathing life into the mist.

Oh my gosh, you must've been a poet in your past life because this is so captivating and so calming over what this world is!!

 

[QueenInsomnia]

Oh my gosh, you must've been a poet in your past life because this is so captivating and so calming over what this world is!!

Hey now, why can't I be a poet in THIS life? I am a writer and am working on a book of poems, if it ever gets published, this will be the first poem in the book.

 

[idelttoilfsadness21]

Hey now, why can't I be a poet in THIS life? I am a writer and am working on a book of poems, if it ever gets published, this will be the first poem in the book.

:D
Okay, true true
Ah, so unfair that we have to reincarnate because people are selfish.
And I'd love to read it when it comes out
Perhaps early before my ctb date

 

[Liammm]

First Breath

From womb's embrace to world's assault,
Lungs expand in shocked revolt.
A gasp, a cry—life's first refrain,
A pattern set, again, again.

Years pass, yet still that primal fear
Of drowning in the atmosphere.
In moments dark, when shadows loom,
The mind becomes a stifling room.

Inhale, exhale—a mantra learned,
A skill so basic, yet hard-earned.
Each breath a battle and a gift,
From birth's first light to panic's rift.

We enter gasping, and we find
Throughout our days, we're oft confined
To moments where we must relearn
The simple act for which we yearn.

First breath, last breath, and all between—
A journey felt, yet partly unseen.
In light and shadow, we persist,
Breathing life into the mist.

Truly breath- taking. Unironically. I like this, thank you for sharing!

 

[nomoredolor]

Symbolic to holding the fate of one's soul in their hands in a form of them being a small device especially as a thread of one's fate being sealed, as necklaces was created for symbolic purposes of love, victory, or celebration anyways. Never felt such play on words such as this. Just beautiful!

Thank you!! you're so sweet and I appreciate the insight

 

[rotten]

Here's mine…I haven't given it a name yet.

I'm running out
The time has come to pay
But I only have more of the same countenance and eyes of a prey

You ask for more
I'm not holding back
What a disappointment to find out there's only a precipice lined with prozac

I didn't make myself this way
And yet at the same time I did
This life chose me
Set it's bricks upon me just to see how much it could weigh
I threatened to push it all away

When will you realize
Your monochrome eyes are blind, your choosing ears are deaf
There's someone out there who needs you that you don't perceive
Magnetized to the ground from a 14 story cliff
About to take the quickest way down

But you would rather listen to yourself

You only listen to your own applause you're giving for your own speech

 

[VoidAetherium]

The exile

O death in its incarnate vivitude
Mounted by dissected bones
In a lugubrious scythe from the exile of bedlam
Of a blade forged from unfinished tears

In no man's land your ode sows me
In the veilless trees of the senile purple ipe
Where the cosmos grows and glows
In its offspring of vile creators

Sitting on the sea of wonder
I hear you breathing in the embroidery of the desolate sand
Of the desert without borders and limbs
Where my dry lips wait for you

 

[WhiteRaven]

Try,Try Again.

I stand there Im ready
I know I am ready
I pull myself up, so I can drop
I know I am ready

I let go and as my hand slip
Time slows down to a crall
I close my eyes
I hear a voice calling from the distance
Go Go Go Go

Falling as slow as a feather
I know this is the end
I linger for moments
Until the end

I feel my feet touch down slowly
Then quicker
And I'm on the ground
My bloods still flowing
My earrs are ringing
I stand there a momont my head still held up

Now I stit here with nothing
My heck still red
Where do I go now
How do I reach the end
I am ready to go so why
When I try I can't
Everytime I fail
Why won't I just fall

 

[ladylazarus4]

First Breath

From womb's embrace to world's assault,
Lungs expand in shocked revolt.
A gasp, a cry—life's first refrain,
A pattern set, again, again.

Years pass, yet still that primal fear
Of drowning in the atmosphere.
In moments dark, when shadows loom,
The mind becomes a stifling room.

Inhale, exhale—a mantra learned,
A skill so basic, yet hard-earned.
Each breath a battle and a gift,
From birth's first light to panic's rift.

We enter gasping, and we find
Throughout our days, we're oft confined
To moments where we must relearn
The simple act for which we yearn.

First breath, last breath, and all between—
A journey felt, yet partly unseen.
In light and shadow, we persist,
Breathing life into the mist.

This is so wonderful. The meter is so nice- and it is very hard, in my opinion, to write in good, consistent meter.

 

[Ligottian]

Some people here might be interested in Death Poems, by Thomas Ligotti. The whole collection (narrated) can be found at Youtube. I liked it.

 

[QueenInsomnia]

This is so wonderful. The meter is so nice- and it is very hard, in my opinion, to write in good, consistent meter.

Thank you, and you're right, it is very difficult. Which is why I only have two poems so far.

 

[clvr]

Here are a few I wrote, I have zero experience in writing poetry but wanted to give it a shot to vent some of the feelings I've been having.

(untitled so far)

this body isn't me
but out its eyes i see
a reflection in my mirror
of how i must appear

i know what others see
a caricature of me the
mind and body are async only
voicing a lip-sync of the

thoughts inside my head and
perceptions of all I dread I
run from the "reality", that
awful false dichotomy which

restricts me to this prison feeding
constant ammunition to the
thoughts i narrowly elude through
therapeutic fortitude

this body isnt me, but i've been
forced into the seat under a
layer of skin cells im told
"forever burn in hell you make me

regret having eyes, please
go away and maybe die 'cause if
you did there'd be no loss" all
cruel words sheltered by a cross

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

My Turn
This is it.
you can't go back
submit completely?
or leave some room for slack?

a slight lean sideways
towards the panic, pain and fear
will fade regret faster
making the trumpets grow near.

you fought to hold on
from what soon held you up
but letting go is hard
especially of yourself

your shattered vacant mind
and body robbed of its soul
tunneling ever faster
to the sound of a drumroll

silence
its over
congratulations
farewell

the hands are now in motion
you're off to heaven or to hell

if i knew i would
i'd leave it all behind
besides, what's the point of living
when we all die in time?

but not you now,


you're past that,




you're beyond,







you're free...










my turn now











i cant wait to not be me

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Beyond
if i knew, i would
if i knew, i would
but the fear of up ahead
keeps me from doing what i should

on the edge of a pond
i've often sat to wonder
if the sound of beyond
is even something to ponder

hey, when you're there?
could you give me a sign?
after all you might be bored
until the end of time

learn the sound of beyond
and when we reconvene again,
we can astral-project notes
together without end

forever drifting
in darkness
clouds
fire
or maybe nothing at all.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣰⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣄⠘⠀⠀⣶⡿⣷⣦⣾⣿⣧
⢺⣾⣶⣦⣰⡟⣿⡇⠀⠀⠻⣧⠀⠛⠀⡘⠏
⠈⢿⡆⠉⠛⠁⡷⠁⠀⠀⠀⠉⠳⣦⣮⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠛⢷⣄⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠠⡧
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠋⠀⠀⠀⠠⡥⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀



Any criticism is welcome, I'd love to hear what anyone thinks :)