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?

[Lisa Vicious]

Where Evil Grows

…sitting in here in the dirty recesses of my mind,

back into the dark with stained memories, dusty journal pages,

waiting…

The wallpaper is starting to peel and walls shift,

exhausted in my body and mind,

waiting… for a sign…this is where evil grows.

Waiting for the butterfly to emerge, the larva to a fly,

waiting for peace to kick in at 1000 mg of Vicodin…

deep within my substances and safety pins,

in my words you find so inspiring,

this is where evil grows.

Some people never change, maybe it’s a terminal pout,

their insanity never ending… I would love a drought,

a drought of the bullshit that plagues me and night terrors that haunt

me even into my day.

I pray that God pulls me from the wreckage or allows me to crawl

back from the abyss of which I came, I wish for sanctuary and listlessness, a soft pillow for my soul.

A garden of Eternity Roses on my grave…

this is where evil stays.

© 2008 Lisa Vicious

[Charlotte Tracey]

very nice. That was written beautifully, I love how you showed how evil grows, but then stays stuck at the grave at the end. I thought that was a nice touch.

[Emanon]

My Coffin

It Is my funeral It is my dream,
I cannot breathe I cannot scream,
This is to me my coffin.
I cannot see it's dark inside,
I feel alone on this black ride,
This is to be my coffin.
I cannot move cannot escape,
The black clouds over it is a drape,
I am sinking in my coffin.
I am so hollow I feel so alone,
I sink into ground I land stone,
I am confined to my coffin.
I lay in wait I pray in hope,
I make a wish I try to cope,
In the life of my coffin.
I am six feet below I am alive,
It is in life I cry to survive,
Empty inside my coffin.
I fear not death nor do I life,
It is betrayal by friend and knife,
Safe inside my coffin.
I am drowned inside their hate,
Life has come a little too late,
To save me.
I am trapped inside
My Coffin

[Charlotte Tracey]

I love the rhyme scheme you used. Very original. And it's a very powerful poem.

[Emanon]

Thank you

[Kandice]

Charlotte ~~ I adore your words.

"The puppeteer is angry
because I can't follow
the commands he is yelling"

In my eyes its feeling like you are no longer in control of yourself, be it mind or emotion. Desperate for solace.

"Why are you so rough with me?" Says how we can be our own worst enemy..

Love your imagery. Hope to see more from you. <3


This is a piece I wrote after coming to terms with my eating disorder.

Its called

H.A.L.T.

Shattered fragments of mirrored self afflictions
Desperation
Self induced gagging on a false reality
I am remnants of a happier time
Fractured innocence
A healthier frame of mind
Now molding to mimic society's portrayal of beauty
A twisted view of myself
Contorting behind my eyes
Dizzy
From failed attempts at sanity
Dying to be thin
Wanting to carve away the imperfections
Slice through into my solace
& bleed out
My insecurities

http://www.bulimiahelp.org/

[Charlotte Tracey]

Great poem. I think it fully captures the way the disorder works and effects the person. I especially liked "self induced gagging on a false reality". I thought that was a very powerful line.

(and thanks for the compliment. I'm going to post a new poem soon...I just need to pick which one to post)

[linny]

i thought the poem was very strong. i liked it alot. when i was 13 i wrote my first poem but now that i look back on it i think it needs some work plz read and tell me what you think about it. thanx


all i do is cry
cause i feel that i am not alive
i sit down in the dark
thinking scary thoughts.

i see the blood flowing through my vains
so i cut it open just to feel the pain
oh! how i love the smell of blood
and how it taste yea i know i
sound INSANE!!

people call me crazy and also a freak
but they can't see the horrible things
that i have seen!

[Charlotte Tracey]

I think this is a very good depiction of what people feel when they cut, and how society views those people. Very nice.

[Emanon]

Falling Through a Circle

You may try to break me down
You can try and force a frown
As a smile slowly crosses your face.
It brings you great joy
To throw me round like a toy
And shadow my sorrow in grace.
I will not give you tears
Nor give in to my fears
I will not acknowledge any pain.
Shelter myself in rage
Write my sorrow on page
And let go my emotions to drain.
I slip into safety of falling
Listen to the voices calling
Abide by the rules of the dead.
I seek not for your love
Will not search for your dove
I will fall inside myself instead.
You are nothing to me
Because I am free
Falling and falling inside.
You have no power here
You cannot draw near
But you are too full of pride.
All you want is to rule
Using people as a tool
I fall upward and I fall out.
I drop back down to life
Landing wrong on of your knife
To futile to scream or to shout.
I let you dress me like a doll
But now I force myself to crawl
I will not will not let you take this away.
You cannot take me
You will not break me
I refuse to turn your way.
Hate me
Shake me
Kill me if you please,
But you will never
Ever
Bring me to my knees.

This is something I wrote at an adolescent unit. This is a story to my life and the hate that almost led me to losing it.

[Charlotte Tracey]

I think you're going to be known for this rhyme scheme, it seems to be you're style of writing, and you do it very well. I really like the ending, it was very strong.

[Emanon]

Thank you