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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 Charlotte Tracey on March 27, 2009 at 8:16pm: very interesting, I like the wording in it very much.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Cody on March 23, 2009 at 12:25pm: Metamorphosis

Continuous leaps of faith out of the rabbit hole leave me stranded and sick.
But what’s the use? Darkness has always been my one true friend.
Always there to pull me off course enough to scare me back towards the light.
So I’ll tumble back. Deeper than ever.
Lay on the ground wrapped in a blanket of poison oak.
Tear flesh from bone.
Exposing no muscle nor tissue.
No infinitely decaying and regenerating cells.
Just the caterpillar going through cocoon-less metamorphosis.
Watch as blood boils.
As it turns to smoke.
Slowly becoming less like you…
Less like me…
Becoming more than just a finite entity.
Alas! The eyes are opening.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 27, 2009 at 8:19pm: very nice, I love the Alice in Wonderland allusion in it. I loved The Caterpiller! ^_^; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Stigandr Likhalsen on March 23, 2009 at 6:09pm: Nice poem. Well written.
Im gonna give mine a shot. English is not my mother tongue.

Peace through cower

Born with hands created of sand.
Everything falls from my grasp.
My eyes blacken.
It is too late.
My thoughts drift away as I take the final plunge.
Death is grabs hold of my feet,
Dragging me down towards my peace.

Freedom through death,
Peace through endless sleep.
Dragged towards the gates of Hel.
A cowards death, no battle was won.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jeffery Scott Hartman on March 25, 2009 at 1:17pm: nice... content in demise... me likes....

I'll give it a shot...

"Complete Me Once You're Gone" 11-28-08

It was my pleasure

to watch the sunset

throught the empty rooftops

of these dead trees

The night after you stayed with me.

I thought you were gone

So, I attempted to displace

my feelings for you,

but you made me so complete

I couldn't sleep.

And all I could was stare in awe.

Realizing, you left me,

but this is the way it had to be.

untitled
Better days replaced by better rains.

Hold the reigns.

It's too much for the strain.

Watch the sunset

Bring rise to the moon

And the ephemeral night.

So, I may fully come alive.

In this time, We have to strive.

Don't miss a stride

You might not survive.

The stalling moon

Gives birth to the sun

To replace the night,

And engage my fight

With the bitter morning sun

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I know you have feelings for him,

but for tonight you're with me.

let's get lost in the way

we used to be.

When there was a spark

in our kisses.

That would ignite your eyes

like the sun lighting the moon.

The life in our eyes

has slowly faded

to a dull gray.

As we begin to seperate

"For You"

I lye in this hole

You buried for me

And for you

I can't breahe.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 27, 2009 at 8:24pm: I like all of them, my favorite was the untitled poem. Very good.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 27, 2009 at 8:20pm: very good, lots of emotion in it.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Wyatt on March 29, 2009 at 9:49am: My happiness comes from numbness
No more feelings
No more worries
Love no longer pains me
My body becomes a prison
This happiness won't last long
Until my love passes
She is my muse and my death
Without her the gray engulfs my life
She tears me apart piece by piece
Yet I feel nothing
When she comes for the last piece
I will embrace her
She will end me
My soul is hers to take; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 29, 2009 at 6:21pm: very dark, I like it. ^_^; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jane Doe on March 29, 2009 at 12:10pm: I've been writing down more bits and pieces, a lot of them don't sound good;
"What's so sad?
We're all happy here
Why so mad?
We're all mad here"

This one was sorta spur of the moment, so it's mostly free verse
"I gave you every chance
if you would've reached out
I would've listened
but no
again you decided to leave me out
now here I am
at the edge of a cliff
here to make you think what if?

What if I listened
what if I cared
what if we knew she only wanted a friend
would things have been different
or would it work out the same
The only result is another forgotten name

was it that time you pushed me down
and then laughed out loud?
or was it tat time you made fun
because I wasn't part of the IN crowd?
Did you ever give a thought?
hear of the word mercy?"

"I am a noose
my mind's a frayed end
You are worthless to me
so I don't need to pretend
it's such a pity, such a shame
that we have to end this little game
put a demise on my one enemy
you're sliced up body under unknown name"

ugh -_-"

I'm not good at this; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Charlotte Tracey on March 29, 2009 at 6:23pm: they're very good. My favorite is the first one, the last line really pulls it together too. If you wanted you could make it longer too, keeping the pattern of the first two lines.; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Jane Doe on May 28, 2009 at 3:45pm: lol, thanks, I'm actually working on a song using the thing at the beginning ^_^; ▶ Reply to This