Your poetry

[Charlotte Tracey]

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?

[Peanut]

my friend wrote this, she apologises for the length, she just goes blank and writes - some of it quite different so don't be alarmed, she asked me to post this up so yeah well....here it is.....

It is not here , I am not here in my head, let me go let these thoughts and pursuasions leave my brain now and never return, this is not me

I am looking outside of this picture only looking in FUCK I cannot type properly but saving me at that moment is what I am needing. Seeing your face reminds me of days that are of yesterday,,, my hands cannot move properly and are not listening to the orders originating from my brain. Work, move faster I am beginning to lose it…..help me I cry out screaming your name, but you cannot hear me, I am suffocating within myself and if I cannot be set free I fear the loss of my integrity and my soul.

I killed myself and have not been able to be revived.
What is going to happen
We all worry about the future and what it holds
Don’t leave me alone, please
Do not leave me alone with me, I cannot be left alone yet it is my detriment and that is my sentence

A taste of your soul penetrates my being yet I try to forget you
What have I done.
I have lost myself so easily, a losing of an ox-like character.

You who have been through the same you can live your life and forgive yourself yet I am surrounded by these demons that make me cringe at the very sight of them which make me sick to my stomach

A sense of sadism tramples over my already fragile body, I want to kill you slowly,,,,,push the last breathe out of that vile body of yours.

You hurt me and I want to kill you for it, you do not deserve to live because you haunt my very existence. You are not worth the dirt that blows of a dead carcus, you are not worthy of the blessing called life, I resent your ability to breathe.
I do not wish you death but vengeance I bestow upon your neck with my bare hands.

Let me avenge thee so I can breathe the air of life again….
Take me out of this place that is my head and is my sense of morality.
It is not my fault yet I am punishing myself for this somewhat fatal error…..

Lord let me forgive thee and move on with this life story that you have created for me.
I cannot do this by myself yet my voice does not allow me the will to speak…..
I open my mouth but nothing comes out……if you strangle me boy, will it come out????

If so place your hands around my neck, let your fingertips type the code into my flesh, let my voicebox burst with my forgiving words and my ability to look beyond this place into a dream of something better.

Love me.........Be me..........Because i can do neither........

[Charlotte Tracey]

very dark. You can almost taste to morbidity of it. I liked how it didn't follow the conventional format.

[Jo]

I like to write. I do all of the time. Um, here's one that's different then how I usually write, but yesterday I heard a song where the guy wasn't really singing the song, but telling it to you. Like in a conversation, telling a story. So I tried it:

I Guess This Intro Came Too Late.

Well, they sat on a train, spaced evenly
Four people carried on a conversation that lasted for hours and hours
Hours, hours and hours until the fifth joined in
Taking time to cap her pen. With shaking fingers.
The other's didn't notice her speaking at first
So she was almost talking to herself

It puzzled them as she stared at the window
Like she couldn't see anything through it at all
She looked perplexed like she couldn't figure out why there was light
Because there weren't any in the train car

She pointed to her reflection and asked
'Why, why can I see myself in there? I don't want to I don't want to remember'
She slammed her hand on it
And again, voilently this time
'Stop! Don't ask me to find the sky, they hid it from me. While I kept my head down
I don't know why I did it. But I asked for it back and they gave me things to swallow, inject and breathe
All that I can see is it choking me and I've lost my real self'

She kept attacking the window and the other four flinched
The scent of her sickness filled the car, and it all exploded under the ring of her tortured screams
It took awhile for her to settle down, and when she did
She held onto the seat like it was the rope of her life and didn't blink at all
She told the other four
'When you get to the city you might meet Invincible people
They'll push something into your fingers and tell you it's The Best Thing
Well they're right
It makes you just like them. Gives you superpowers, so you are bulletproof and can fly
Wouldn't it be great to fly?
Everything becomes happy. All the senses of the world are given to you.
And only it controls you
So I Don't Care is the answer to everything and you'll always be all by your self
You'll become the only immortal to always feel afraid
Playing musical graves and the loser wins the lucky prize Escape.
I was thinking that it would be fabulous to fly! But if you don't Escape you die.'

Ladies and gentlemen, there is no conclusion to the story
She won the game.

[Tanya Puth]

wow,.....this really allmost made me cry, it's beautiful!

[Charlotte Tracey]

very good, it's powerful and it's written extremely well. I'm a big fan of narrative poems like this.

[Tanya Puth]

That's really a great poem Charlotte!..Beautifully gloomy!It's so nice to know that there are actually people who are on the same page, you know. This is a poem of mine that expresses my feelings on the majority of people today:

HOLY HUMAN POEM

Vile and repulsive barberians
who rape the streets and slaughter nature's elegance,
who justify what screams: "GUILT AND PAIN"
and by taking one look;
we're convicted,
pulled down with chain
and their judgementality.

They, the rest of our kind, had taken Mother Earth,
a threefold Goddess,
spread her legs and penetrated
-against her will- with smoke and injustice
to leave the only lovers, hated.

I am afraid.
Hang the shade
in front of the sun,
I don't want to become
+blind+
like you pretenders
with your perfections
and your pills...

Your pills that are made
to save lives
only by taking them.
Your pills that are spread out
to set out and heal our PRIDE
to devour our PARASITES
to STUDY
to MISUNDERSTAND
TO DESTROY
EVERYTHING AT OUR HANDS!

You ignorant fools
who are willing to be the BIG FUCKING MOUTHES
but never the ears!

You perfecty imperfect creatures
who could be so much more,
if sky clad talents were not forbidden
or frowned upon
if not being hidden
with counterfeit robes.

*note: sky clad=naked

[Charlotte Tracey]

that was awesome. very vivid and the writing style was great. I liked the way you depicted the rape of mother earth, it was shocking and classy at the same time. Damn good job.

(oh, and thanks ^_^)

[Kristen OGorman]

PAPER DOLL

Split in half.

Bleeding crayola memories.

That's who I am.

Living how you left me.

It's cold and it's pouring.

Like it or not.

Travelling and twitching,

I love it when I'm wet!

Water spilling over me,

Conforming to every curve,

Better than...

Warmer than...

Your "Hello Kitty" personality.

Give me a shower.

Hell, even a cold rain.

Make me feel alive again.

PAPER DOLL

Split in half.

Flooding hypocritical watercolors.

That's who I am.

I'm fallen.

Scraped my damn knees.

Pulling rocks from my damn palms.

Laughing now... it's just so ... funny?

I couldn't see.

I couldn't see.

There is no you.

There is no me.

Just shredded pieces of paper,

And a sticky bottle of glue.

[Charlotte Tracey]

very nice, I like the metaphor of the paper doll, and the bottle of glue at the end. I really liked it.

[Kristen OGorman]

Things have become complex.

The problem is your so selfishly shallow.

The first to attack anothers flaws.

Last to decipher your own.

What is flaw anyway?

I think it's beautifully human.

To be perfect is a lie,

To lie is to be still,

Look at what you've done!

Sat in your lie like a mountain.

Your the more edgy end of a spoon,

I used to balance from my nose as a child.

Deliverence is what I need.

Salvation from these salt and peppered memories.

[Charlotte Tracey]

very nice, you use a lot of very interesting metaphors. I didn't quite get the spoon bit, but I loved the mountain and "salt and peppered memories" parts.

[Holli Carlson]

i love yours. its really good