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?

[Reneaux Ruffin]

this one's on my profile page so i thought I'd just copy and paste it stead of typin out another one lol oh, for the record Hito means person(alluding to my pops)

Book 1

Shimmering dusk, this playground's spirits seem to die.
Everything was a whisper, everything i touched seemed to die.

Back then I didn't know it was possible for me to hurt that way.
That was just a prelude, a prelude for the pain to come.

I don't remember "I love you," don't remember you
Holding me when i cried.
Then i grew, and i knew, you, too, could hurt that way.
Distant roar of an engine, evanescence ripples of a sea-less sky.

Sunlight setting in my eyes, blackness blotting the
Light within my heart.
Finally told me you loved me, but you picked up the
Phone and screamed all your lies.
Hito, you know, know I just can't trust you that way.

But it's OK. Scream, scream, cry out and yell what you must.
I'll take it all in, just once more. I won't run...
Run from your blade of guilt and confusion.

Will you hate me now? Will you hold me down and call me a lie?
There's no need to yell anymore. No force is necessary.
This is an open door, but there's nothing inside...

[Charlotte Tracey]

amazing. you put a lot of emotion into this. I could almost hear it get louder towards the end of the fourth stanza, and then quiet down again at the end.

[Michelle Gaouette]

I sell myself.
I sell myself to you
every night and every god damn day.
Like rain drops to the earth
like a fire to a broken hearth,
I sell myself.

Is this air so easy to breath?
As you have sold yourself to me.
On a street corner so easily decided
Like flesh on a corner market.

Tragedy so tightly sold
My dignity given to you to hold.
Blood runs red
and my heart beats cold
deviance so unearthly we behold.

Original sinners past their prime.
these bodies mutilated in good time.
Stabbing through like jagged knives.
All this guilt we have left to hide.

So now I beat myself
I hold myself down,
because to you I have sold my crown
and now I fade away without a sound.

[Charlotte Tracey]

this seemed like a back a forth between two people. Very interesting, I liked it.

[neversilent]

I am the inability to just keep quiet.
I am the unstructured mess that denotes self righteousness.
I may come off as uncannily confident in myself,
although I have never really been uplifted by my peers.
I am the moisture left on the paper,
once you lick your thumb and turn the page.
I am the tingling in you hand, the thoughts in your head,
yet you can never feel me.
I am the institution that holds on to nothing,
letting go of everything.
I am, I just am.
Exist to love, I love to live, I live for pain,
I hurt for you, you haunt my dreams, dreams of hope,
hope to prevail, prevail over you, your tyrant heart,
heart of coal.
I am me, and thats everything you are not.

[Charlotte Tracey]

very nice. I especially like that last line. It's very powerful and wraps it up nicely.

[Cole Murphy]

Ropes

A new depression sets in
as the thoughts
memories
dreams
set in my mind taking hold over my being

i try to pull myself out of this hole i have dug
myself into
deeper and deeper
but i cant without you

you are my rope the only thing i have to grab hold to
i feel like the rope is getting higher and higher
slowly leaving the limits of my grasp
just slipping away from me
slowly...




i dont have a name for this one yet

Your on my mind 90% of the time
why cant I get you out
these thoughts of love and these strong emotions
are they shared?
Ill never know I want to ask you but
I don't want to mess your life up anymore
then I already have...

I love you I want you I want to be yours
I want you to be mine
you were my first
we could be great together you and I
but something keeps me from asking you
I cant explain it

I don't have a ring
nor money
I have scared you in the past I want that to change
I don't want you to see me as a monster

I'm tired of being alone in this cold world I want someone to come and warm me
in this cold ugly unforgiving world of ours

I'm sorry for everything I have put you through
all the anger and fear I have caused you
I'm sorry

I have bled for you
I have wept for you
all for you
and now I will wait
and wait
for the day that your ready
if ever ready
to let me take you into my arms once more

[Cole Murphy]

by the way im a horrible writer i dont know how i did these but i did o.o

[Charlotte Tracey]

they're both really good. I like "Ropes" the best. It was very sad, almost had me crying. ;_;

[Jane Doe]

I know it's bad
but if I don't

I'll speak
but I won't hear it
I'll see
but I won't care
I'll touch
but I won't feel
I'll walk
but I won't run
I'll love
but it's not there
I'll dream
but they will die
I'll live
but I won't breathe

if I don't do this
my body will be alive
but I'll be dead

just something I wrote last night :P

[alaa atif]

damn man...ok gotta say that i loved this one the most here, i wont bother with a critique 'cause i just woke up an hour ago but I'm saving this and I'm sure I'm gonna re-read it for couple of times, if you have problem with me saving it spit it out and it's deleted you got my word lol

[Charlotte Tracey]

very good. I like how you didn't specify what "it" is, so it leaves it to the reader to fit in whatever their own "it" is.