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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 sAcrEd on May 18, 2009 at 12:03pm: its great...love it...
heres one of my own from a while back....
SPEAK (beautiful)

eye believe in the releif in the pain
eye believe each line is a tumz
the release in each violent row
is the comfort eye need as it numbz

eye believe itz an obsession
when eye feel that eyem tearing apart
eye want to reach out and grasp that blade
and dig out a hole thru my heart

eye believe that depression is madening
though itz madness that got us thus far
eye still need the hurt to forget you
but still, it tellz me who you are

eye believe that silence is brutal
when those wordz slowly eat you away
when everythingz locked down inside with no key
and you suffer for what you cant say

eye need you to speak
eye need you to thrive
eye need you to breath
so eye know your alive

eye hope you can trust me
eye hope youre ok
just know that eye love you
just know theres a way....

PLeeZe tell me what u think....; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Huh (I Am Eternity) on February 28, 2009 at 9:01pm: ~~Here is an older one I have on my myspace blog~~
I wanted to keep it short so...
Tonights Love Song
dancing around, in that victory gown
the blood seeping in past the pore
you are finally caught, your words still unsought
somehow, tonight, you are loved
for what, but mere fate, succeeds to create
a mind as putrid as yours
dance around my love, i'll watch from above
on the peak of the balcony ledge
as the masquerade masks and your midnight tasks
swirl about my glistening eyes
tonight you've a love song, somehow it is sung
though i hang tuneless above; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 1, 2009 at 7:29am: Very vivid and very beautiful. I adore it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by amanda on March 1, 2009 at 7:08pm: The Broken Promise

hidden scars cover her body,

she promise her she would stop,

or at least try really hard,

and for a while she did.

she tried everything first,

long walks and tons of cigarettes,

those helped for a while, then more

began to build up and walks weren't enough.

she was not sure what was going on

all she did was cry, and she wasn't

used to that, she hated to let

anyone see her cry, when she did

she felt weak & vulnerable.

she realized if she wanted to

hide things from everyone

she would soon have to find

another way to deal with things.

things started to get harder

and harder next to impossible

& she didn't know any other

way to deal with everything.

she resorted back to the blade,

she grabbed it out of her drawer,

put it to her wrist, whispered

"i'm so sorry i'm breaking the promise."

old unfavorable memories returned

to haunt her, old faces old tears

flashing through her mind, she

realized she couldn't do it on her wrist.

she knew they'd find out if she did.

she took the blade off her wrist,

placed it on her hip and dug in,

here it didn't matter where how

bad the cuts were, no one would see.

soon everyone started to believe

that she was finally okay, and

that things were finally good,

but deep down she knew the truth.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 1, 2009 at 8:55pm: I like the story line to it. I would try to freshen up the language a bit though.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 3, 2009 at 9:58pm: here is one of mine, not my best.. it's called "The Endless Story"

Once again it starts
Like it never parts
Maybe I should friend it
Then I wouldn’t have to pretend
Put on a mask, a facade
Be strong, but yet weak
It would be part of me
Instead of just my enemy
But alas we fight
Night after night
Day after day
Simple betrayal at it’s best
It’s all in my mind they say
Is it?
Am I crazy?
Or is just some sort of poetic justice?
Maybe it will end in a heroic fight
I would be the hero
I would be the one who did something right
Instead of the failure
I wouldn’t have to keep looking over my shoulder
But the story goes on….; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 4, 2009 at 6:59am: very nice. I really like it. I love poems like this where everyone can relate to it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 4, 2009 at 10:17pm: thank you <3; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Mich3ll3low on March 4, 2009 at 12:17am: I like it cause its too the point and (to me) it reminds me of childhood...the good and bad.
well..this is one of my poems....it more of a journal though...

The sun is blazing through
the clouds as the day begins.
Children laugh and scream.
Adults work and chat.
A school bell rings and
there is a rush of people
going to where they
need to be.
Everything seems perfectly
normal...
But why do I feel
like i am going to die soon..?
People talk and they stare,
but there is one stare,
that scares me the most...
Now I've set my own
death.Walking with a blank
stare.My body flows with the
current of everyday
life.But I feel like it'll end.
All too soon....
And nothing is gong to change
after that.

please let me knoe what u think :]
but i love my boyfriends poems <3..so Ill post one here ^^(since his laptop is busted)

Thoughts high above the ground,
with a Blissful smile, A Dreadful frown
These are the random emotions teens bring
on the Great Magical Teenage Mood Swing.

Happy and friendly around some good friends.
Nervous and scared when following the drug trend.
A Violent bull in a wrestling ring.
Its rapid ,you see, the pace that they swing

It could be a breakup, a terrible stress..
swinging back down, alone and depressed.
It could be your parents making your room your jail cell
Swing up and vengefully hate them with yells.

Friends become enemies in such short instants
Troubles always come in the long distance
These swings you see, are not fun at all,
It could go at high speeds in which you may fall.

PLEASE LET ME KNOE WHAT U THINK OF IT :]] (sorry its so long ^^;); ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 4, 2009 at 7:03am: I love yours. I like the one line where you broke it off at "normal" and gave it it's own line. That's powerful. And the imagery is amazing as well.

I like your boyfriends too, very well written. You can almost feel the mood swings in it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 4, 2009 at 10:19pm: i think yours is great. So is your boyfriends. Keep up the great work!; ▶ Reply to This