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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 Mich3ll3low on March 5, 2009 at 5:51pm: thank you <33 :]
haha i want to spread out his work cause its amazing to me <3; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 4, 2009 at 10:23pm: ok i've decided to share more of my poetry. Hope you like:

True Feelings

Ever feel like your on the outside looking in
Disengaged from reality, lost from view
No one is around to save you
You cry out but no one hears you?
The maze your in makes no sense?
It all goes round and round
Never-ending madness surrounds?
Sounds like me actually. Could be you too.
Maybe we are just one of the few
Or maybe we are the only two
Can you tell me you feel it too
Before i come unglued?

The Abyss

Sometimes it all seems clear
But then it all disappears
Left to wander lost
I struggle with the loss
I think i know who i am
And then i’m gone again
Running through the abyss
Just like a hit and miss
Can you find the lost one?
Will you bring me back to me?

if you like you can see more at my poetry journal here

i have writers block right now which sucks so i haven't updated it in awhile :(; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 5, 2009 at 6:44pm: I really like The Abyss. very good stuff. hopefully your writer's block goes away, that's the worst feeling for a writer. I had writer's block one time and I was in hell!!!; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ruby Winchester on March 6, 2009 at 3:30am: thank you. I hope it does too, it really sucks :(; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by judi on March 6, 2009 at 1:23pm: good subject matter.

here's one of my own. but i don't claim to be a poet.

Why Did You Hide it?

By: Judi Parten

How could you hide something so crucial from me?

I'm your closest friend and yet you actually thought I would flee?

I've stuck around for this long,

That should have been enough to tell you your assumption was wrong.

It was so hard for you to handle it alone,

And through your eyes everyday it was shown.

I wanted to help you so much but you would barely let me through,

And along with your happiness, away mine almost flew.

But I realized what you need most was for me to stay strong,

Because you think sadness for your life, to me, does not belong.

So I nod my head and let you cry,

Just hoping that you know on me you can rely.

I wish everyday there was more I could do,

But you always tell me I've been the best I can be for you.

You have your good days and you have your bad,

Unfortunately your nights are perpetually sad.

I love you so much and hope you understand.

Please don't give in to what some of your emotions demand.

Just ride out the bad times and soon you will cope,

And just as always remember that, in you, I will never lose hope.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 6, 2009 at 4:30pm: very nice, and the rhyming is very natural, that's very hard to pull off, and you did it very well.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Ms. SS4L (Queen Of Disaster) on March 6, 2009 at 2:29pm: oh my goodness..
this is amazing. i love it. i love everything about it.
holy fugging cow that's awesome,
you rule!
i could totally see this being some sort of song. all it needs is a hook.
go you!
;]

Here's some of my poetry...

Arts and Crafts:
Paper Mache, Flowers of grey.
Burning like chemicals and fusing like ashes.
Black on the walls, there's drugs in the hall.
Abused like a pen, and leaked like a dog.
* I am, so afraid today
I am, writing the laws of today with this pen.
Cuz like blood, ink will never run out.*
Painted suns, and cookie cutter lines. Descending like martyrs and rising like saints.
Molded foam and flexible projects design.
They're decaying like newborns, and crying like ghosts in your head.
*In my world, filled with blackness, decay
and intelligent words of the dead.
Because in the cemetary blackness, everything lies still.*
Since when do we, society, accept theese sluttish actions?
Since when do we, blasphamy, care what society thinks?
Since when do we, tyranny, obey and be tamed so well?
Since when do we, molds of clay, break off into empty shells?

Nameless:
Are you there?
Were you ever there?
Were you ever there?
I can't keep pretending to be left alone again.
I'm sick of saying these same words that everyone knows.
But i have to know, why did you have to go?
All i want is your reply.
I can never dream if you were never here with me.
I try so hard to love. Like a normal catastrophy.
But all i get is apathy.
To enjoy what you gave to me, and died for, you need to be here.
I cannot fully live until i have seen your golden hair.
Alive once more.
(I guess i'll live in death.)
I question what i write every day.
Each time your presence hits conversation.
(Please save me.)
You've already done enough.
Is it hereditary?
FUCK!
Let me go with you!
PLEASE LET ME BURN WITH YOU!!
lET ME FLY WITH YOU FOREVER MORE! IF THERE IS SOME SORT OF HEAVEN LET ME GO THERE!!
LET ME GO WITH YOU!! (Please.? Take my hand?)
WHY!?!?
I WILL NOT DO ANYTHING WITH THIS LIFE!!
FUUUUUUCCKK!
LET GO OF MEE!
Why can't i let you go?
I'm in the house of darkness and dead.
Yet you never show up.
(Please forgive me.)
I no longer believe in the book of lies.
He took you.
And now i can never believe again.
(SAVE ME!)

Letter to God I:
You never helped her through like you were supposed to.
How can I fucking believe in you?
YOU LIAR!!
SICK!
UNREAL!
FAKE GOD!!
KILLER!!
MURDERER!!
HOW CAN I BELIEVE IN YOU!?
as she was sick and frail and dying. . I BET YOU WERE FUCKING LAUGHING!!
HOW CAN I FUCKING BELIEVE IN YOU?
I FUCKING HATE YOU!
YOU LAID HER IN HER SICK BED!
TO BE BURNED TO ASHES!
You got rid of her beautiful blonde hair and her smile...
HOW COULD YOU TAKE HER?!
it wasn't her time to go . .
IT WAS MINE! IT WAS MINE! IT WAS FUCKING MINE!
PUT HER DOWN!
DEVIL!
LET HER GO!
it was my time to die.
IT WAS MY FUCKING TIME!
and she's the angel that is in my room?
I DIED WITH HER!
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!
I DIED WITH MY MOTHER!
i remember the day with the black checkerd dress, and the bear on the bench with a purple bow tie. I was asking my dad where she had gone.
is she haunting me?
is she my gaurdian angel?
NO!
THERE ARE NO ANGELS!
THERE IS NO GOD!
NOTHING GOOD HAS COME OUT OF THIS BUT TO MAKE ME STRONG!
IT'S TOUGH LOVE! IT'S TOUGH FUCKING LOVE!
IT WAS MY TIME TO GO!!!!
if she's not coming back, let her live in me.
BUT NOW SHE'S FUCKING REPLACED!
YOU FUCKING REPLACED HER!
HOW COULD YOU DO IT?
YOU'LL NEVER BE MY FUCKING MOTHER!
FUCK!
FAKER!!
FUCKER!
MURDERER!
MOTHER FUCKING FUCCKER!
FALSE GOD!

i know they're not perfect, but i put a lot of emotion in them.. i'd love some sort of feedback, whether you like it or not. just tell me. =] thank you.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 6, 2009 at 4:40pm: I really likes "Arts and Crafts" and "Letter to God 1" was very powerful. You don't really need to capitalize everything like that tough, you're writing should be able to express the loudness on it's own, and it does.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Danyel on March 14, 2009 at 5:14pm: eh... its a rough draft....
im the voice that's in your head

im the monster under your bed

im everything you fear,you hope,that you're about

im your screams and im your shouts

close your eyes, i will lead you

we'll leave this world of hate

are you here for me or are you here for fate?

im the blood inside your walls

i stand where everyone falls

im the darkness that is unknown

ive never been free but ive always flown

wings of knives, eyes like steel

you came here to pray,so kneel

im dirty,im mean, im unwanted,im everywhere

i may be here but i was never there

im alive- a flaw in death's conception

im beyond your perception

im an angel sent to kill you

im a demon made to love you

im the chill going up your spine

i could never be yours but you will always be mine

im a demon, im a saint

im here to purify, im here to taint

my words are truth,even the lies

my voice makes you shiver and shake

ive never loved but i could try

my face is real, my expressions fake

my body is bruised, my soul is scarred

the walls are padded, the windows barred

my heart is frozen, my hopes are dead

everything remains unsaid

im your pleas and im your cries

im the inspiration that needs to die

the more i dream, the less i sleep

your love i must keep

it breaks my heart, you see?

i wish i wasn't me

im the eye inside the storm

its my body that takes hate's form

you're the epitome of perfection

but i see through this deception

my eyes can focus on all your faults

you have a disease,the one everybody needs

but no one wants to see

i love you but you hate yourself

close your eyes, i'm here to help

im the dirt under your feet

im the god you'd love to meet

im the sun ,im everything untold

im their mud, but im your gold

get me drunk and get you high

I'm already yours,now ill make you mine

kiss me and let it rain

hold me forever, take away the pain

love me now, ill drive you sane

im the damned, and you're my sin

im your hostage, lock me in

close your eyes, you're safe now

take me now, tie me up

ill give you the knife you make the cut

open your eyes, we're leaving here tonight

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Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 14, 2009 at 6:41pm: very nice. Long, but so worth the read. There were a lot of lines I really liked in it, but I am way to lazy to go pick them out. XP But, I loved it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Goddess of MindXpansion on March 23, 2009 at 2:39am: These words keep me holding back tears. I am deeply moved. it awakens the broken, small side of me. Keep up the good writing and thank you!!!; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Goddess of MindXpansion on March 23, 2009 at 2:43am: Obtained through the inanimate
Things we need
Things we use
Things we fuck
Things we abuse
Things we can feel
Concrete and steel
Blades that slice us
So we know we are real
Products we buy and sell
Memories of how we think it was
Represented by objects and fetishes
If we aren't real why do we need these things?
If we are real whats the shame in it?
Woman talks to rock "I knew you would understand"; ▶ Reply to This