Imperfections Make You Unique.

Your poetry

I figured that some, if not most, people on here write a bit of their own poetry. I thought it would be fun to share some with everyone here. If you do write please post some of your work. If you love it brag about it, if you think it needs work then say so (maybe someone can give you a few tips).

Broken

I am broken
my paint is chipped
my strings are in knots
my dress is torn

The puppeteer is angry
because I can't follow
the commands he is yelling
Why are you so rough with me?

Why break me?
I do what you say
I do as you ask
So why me?

Choose another puppet
Make them do something
for once in their life
And leave me alone

I need to be fixed
I need fresh paint
I need new string
I need a new dress

I don't have time
to heal and be fixed
because you keep me so broken
and play so rough

Let me know what you think?

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Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 30, 2009 at 3:47pm: I like the lyrics a lot. I'd like to hear how it sounds.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Lisa on January 31, 2009 at 3:50pm: Thanks. We have actually made a demo. But it's 3 years old and my singing weren't really that good back then. :); ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on January 31, 2009 at 9:39pm: that's too bad.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Michelle Gaouette on May 19, 2009 at 12:35am: I sell myself.
I sell myself to you
every night and every god damn day.
Like rain drops to the earth
like a fire to a broken hearth,
I sell myself.

Is this air so easy to breath?
As you have sold yourself to me.
On a street corner so easily decided
Like flesh on a corner market.

Tragedy so tightly sold
My dignity given to you to hold.
Blood runs red
and my heart beats cold
deviance so unearthly we behold.

Original sinners past their prime.
these bodies mutilated in good time.
Stabbing through like jagged knives.
All this guilt we have left to hide.

So now I beat myself
I hold myself down,
because to you I have sold my crown
and now I fade away without a sound.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by XMETAL_MASSACREX on April 27, 2009 at 4:05am: beautiful; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jade on February 2, 2009 at 9:15pm: Here's one of my personal favorites... I wrote this one shortly after my stay in a psyche ward when I was 15...

White wash walls and doors with dead bolt locks,
Little rooms full of pills and faux happiness,
Hospital gowns are all the rage in this place,
Paired with the side effects of your medication, you are one of us.

It was a massacre of minds,
It was a place that should have made us feel safe,
But all the whispering behind our backs,
Just made us feel even more "insane".

They said, “I’m sorry, you can’t have your shoe laces,
You might hang yourself or cause someone else harm.”
But we sat around on a regular basis,
And came up with more creative ways to take our lives.

Did you hear about the girl in the room down the hall?
She went crazy and they had to call for back up,
But all she wanted was to go home,
They never listened, so they took her away.

They handed us coloring books that day,
Told us to keep our minds off what we had seen,
But the screams undoubtedly remained with all of us,
Just another fond memory of Ward 68.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on February 3, 2009 at 9:29am: Damn. Beautifully written. It gave me chills. You're very good.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jade on February 3, 2009 at 6:25pm: thank you =]; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Revai on February 18, 2009 at 8:33pm: Beautiful. I really liked it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 3, 2009 at 9:55pm: that is amazing, so vivid. You are very talented.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on February 16, 2009 at 1:38pm: Watching You

Is someone watching you?
Is he watching you?
Is your Lord watching you?
Is your God watching you?

Was he watching that time you cheated?
What about when you lied?
In third grade when you cut in line?
When you locked the door to look at a magazine?

If he was watching wouldn't he help?
If he was watching would you hurt?
If he was watching would the innocent die?
If he was watching would the killer get away?

Is he really watching?
Is he even there?
I think your paranoid.
Nobody's watching you; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jane Doe on February 17, 2009 at 2:26pm: I like all of these so far

I have bits and pieces that I wrote that eventually fall flat, I never like anything I write
"I have to got through Hell
To finally reach Heaven
But everything's so far away
And I am not living"

"I can't destroy
I can't create
I try to love
But leave with hate
Something's wrong
I don't know what
I should've known"

"Reject me again
Neglect your needs
Respect my pain
Inject your Heroine
I'm the Insect"

There's more, but it's worse; ▶ Reply to This