Those are some awesome poems. Keep writin'!

I'm very much an aspiring writer myself. I mostly write fiction though as opposed to poetry.

Those are pretty amazing, Stef. O.O

I think I've only ever written one poem that I actually liked...and I don't even really like it that much 'cause of what it's about.

Yeah, that's why I don't like poetry...cuz I always make it really depressing...

It's funny, 'cause when you look at some of WT's lyrics, they're really depressing, but they always make us feel good

Have you ever written a poem that you liked, Amy?

My mum once asked me if WT had any happy songs...I was like "All I Need" is happy...."Stand My Ground" Actually inspirational is a better word, but WT always fills me with unimaginable LOVE.

Poems I like...yeah...I'll post some....Kinda funny actually cuz these poems reflect my mental state exactly a year ago...

I try to explain myself
To put words to my torrent of thoughts.
But I fail.
Or you fail
At understanding.
How could you know?
You are not me.

You look on in awe
Your face is full of curiosity
Or maybe disgust
I look away
You’re not me
So it doesn’t matter.

What’s wrong with you?
You ask.
Shouldn’t I be asking that?
Are you alright?
You ask again.
Go figure.
Great.
I lie.
I bite nails.
Until they bleed.

You scream.
But you don’t understand.
My motives,
My reasons,
My fears.
Or you simply don’t care.
Cuz you’re not me.
So it doesn’t matter.
But it hurts.
And I cower.

You think you know
Who I am
You can’t
Cuz you’re not me.
I’m me.
And that’s what’s wrong.



With red eyes cast upon you
It’s hard to not feel shame
Obviously, you’ve committed some nasty deed
Staring at your shaking hands
Not seeing what the others do
Hating yourself for lacking pride

So much pride it takes
To not turn the shade of red cherries so proudly don
Others may laugh aloud
Push the shame aside
And stare right back at them
So obvious they are not bothered

I’m not like that, too obvious to me
I lack pride
My own staring eyes rip me apart
Exposing blood red cuts
Shame flowing from my wounds
Can’t feel any other thing

Otherwise, I’d be fine
My flaws all too obvious
It’s shameful
Not even a trace of pride lingers
Under the glaring red moon
Staring down from its high perch

I stare towards the crowd
The others do not notice
A thick red line between us
How obvious I’ll never cross
Others never think to try
It’s shameful to be where I am

We try to avoid shame at all costs
No one wants to eyes to stare at them
So we fake pride
Knowing others judge us
Obviously, we can’t live with ourselves alone
Rejecting our hearts so red

Others may never know shame
I don’t know the obvious pride
Staring with red eyes at the rest of the world




My glass is completely empty
I wasn’t even granted half a cup
How can I ever smile
When I feel nothing

So cold and lonely
Never mind the setting sun
When I feel nothing
At a loss for words

Never mind the setting sun
It’ll be dark soon
At a loss for words
Silent as the grey beach

It’ll be dark soon
How can I ever smile
Silent as the grey beach
My glass is completely empty



Screw-up

It’s pointless to deny
I’m anything but a screw-up
It would be a lie to say
I’m talented, smart, funny, or kind
But still I’m here, trying my best
In the wake of those who can succeed
Those who don’t even have to try
And can soar above me
They don’t look down
To where I’m tethered

Some many things I cannot do
So many people who’d rather avoid me
I watch my life and wonder
What do they have that I lack?
Why am I always left behind?
Why must I crash and stumble?
Each time I swear to try harder
So next time I’ll be stronger

No matter what I’m still me
I can try forever
But I will ruin it all
One bad choice
One moment of apathy
A single miscommunication
I’m incredibly skilled at them all
But just not at life
I fail at everything but failure

The reality is
I’d do anything to be “normal”
Not to live in fear
To be a success
I’d welcome acceptance with open arms
But I’m obviously lying
If I really wanted it
I’d try harder
I wouldn’t screw everything up
I do though
Which explains it all

I want to be proud of myself
To make it past me
Under my own power
I want to be everything I’m not
But still I want to be me
I’m a screw-up
Things simply don’t add up that way



Broken

I’m destroyed
Hollowed, devastated, beaten, and broken
Insides scooped out and turned to mush
So only a shell remains
Like a city at war
That’s bombed out and burning
Garbage scattered all about
Unable to discern what any of it once was
To far in the past to know
If war hadn’t been declared
On me when I was so young
Would I know be whole?

Thrown amidst a terrible conflict
No one thought to teach me how to fight
My hands are free from weapons
So running seems a brilliant choice
Until I’m miles from the strife
Where I’ll hide away
I don’t dare move
They’ll strike again
When you smile and laugh
Plowed like a dry field
With dirt cracking under its blade
Ripping the grass up
The roots can’t cling
The force is too great
I’ll go where I can

Maybe soon I’ll float away
My pieces blowing in the wind
Across the barren land
With the tumbleweed I’ll roll
Away from the violent cities
To the vast expanse
I won’t be lonely
I’ll sit in the sand
And will fear nothing
For only I can see me now
Free from lies, fears and betrayal
Until the tides stop coming home
Here I’ll stay



Persistence

I once stood under the beating sun
Bathed in the light of another
A light that would soon fade away
In the darkness, hope is lost
For my own light just won’t shine
If I try to ignite it
I’ll fall face down
If I chose to lay low
I’ll feel left out
But still I can’t ignore
The power welled up inside
It tears me apart and summons insanity
As confusion breaks the surface
I can’t seem to smile all the time

In laughter, I know pain will flee
But reality just holds too tight to break away
Without anything to hold on to
My hand will slip
The bottom I shall close upon
Why can I not soar?
Others can show their inner light
I cannot aid any sun
My light is far too dim
To the others I do not exist
I stew in myself
Stuck in the hole my despair dug
I can’t spread my wings
For they are soaked
Time and again I’m stranded here
Trapped and desperate I’ll lash out

Who shall take my hand?
Can anyone pull me out?
Surely yes, but what’s the point
For forever, they can’t lead me well
Words can save me now, but are fleeting
My legs are still shaking
And I insist I can’t go on
But I must somehow- someway
With my own two hands, I must make it through
There must be something within me
More than hate, defiance, and spite

I’d love to tell my whole tale
But I doubt anyone could listen
And think me not insane
I don’t want to be patronized
It’s not what I want to hear
Someone’s words can fix me
But only if I chose to listen
The stairs are too steep to reach the top
So I’ll stay here
Though it’s not what I want
I want to spread these dusty wings
Fly above my anguish
I’d be completely happy
If something wasn’t always wrong
Wrong with me
I’m playing with an incomplete deck
So no matter how many games we play, I’ll never win
The ball is in my hands
I’ll drop it again I know
And I’ll count on someone to pass it back
For I still need it
So I can try again



Away

The past seems now
So far away
Another day goes by
It’s all the same
People I no longer know
I’ve forgotten what we once had
Pieces of the foundation crack
No wonder I’m sinking faster now
I’m clinging to the memories
Laughing at what funny then
I choke on my laughter
The world is turning foggy
I sense the night
Even with my eyes open
The scene is bleak
I wonder if I’m really conscious
Dreaming myself through life
Floating away

A smile I remember
So distinct so real
The warm wind quickens
As my fingers glide over the flowers
Taking in every feeling
Like my final breath
That I must hold
So I can make it through the ever threatening winter
It glares from around the corner
A mistake you make
And it shall pounce
No longer able to hear
The echo long ago so loud
Deafening silence, one fatal shot



Stolen

The bright sun makes me happy
Cloudless skies ease my fears
I’m sitting on a dock alone
The sun shines down so brilliantly
My soul is dancing
As my hands lie still
Fantasizing, dreaming, creating
I want nothing more
Past me, rush so many faces
Some wave, others laugh or yell
I breathe it in
It makes me real
I’m waiting to be whole
But so much is lost
And more is scattered
Or stolen by other hearts
Never to be recovered

Am I too a thief?
Can we not live without pilfering?
Claiming we’d rather die than turn criminal
I’m reluctant to sacrifice these beautiful summer days
If I do nothing but bask
I wonder if the world shall still be angry



Letting Go

The trees seem rough and unreachably tall
I’m terrified to even imagine climbing up
From up there I’d hold on for dear life
Petrified of what is below
It’s not for me to see
As I reach higher
I only fear more
That I’ll soon plummet to my death
The sky has not to worry like me
From up so high
It watches us all
It will never fall
Effortless it remains at the top
I have no such luck

I’m the moth that never learned flames are hot
Repeatedly scarred by failure
I want to let go
My hands are slipping painfully
I don’t care to make it further
Nothing hurts more
Than my own choices
The ultimate letdown
Is quitting on myself
If only I could have clung a second longer
Reached that little bit higher
I’m standing somewhere now
There must be more
In my grasp

I’m sure it’ll hurt
But I refuse to fear pain any longer
I’ll flaunt my battle scars
I won’t tell myself next time
Eventually the excuses run dry
And then there’s nothing left
Unless I burn with passion
With a smile, I shake my head
Another day, another inch forward
Until I’m many miles from myself



Cut

Haphazard cuts across my wrist
Frowned upon
I trace my torn flesh
Smiling despite the pain
The cuts tell a story
A tragedy perhaps
I’m lost in the turning pages
That move too fast
For me to keep up

Blood stains the smooth white pages
Soaking random words
I fill in the spaces
With smiles and nods
Afraid of the next page
But confused by the last
I’m caught here and now
Where darkness is closing in
As the book closes
I run to escape
But I’m once again too slow
It’s hopeless to resist

So I sit and reflect
Too lazy to move
Afraid to speak my mind
Without me the world goes on
I’m being trampled
By the villains, the heroes, and myself
I’m the stampede

Armed with the most devastating weapon
I seek myself out
I play for a while
Then shot to kill
But miss my heart
I’m wounded indefinitely
Laying in my blood
I only have me to blame
I sought the weapon, loaded and aimed
Pulled the trigger without thinking
With myself, I’m all alone
To live or to die
To laugh or to cry
To hurt or to smile

The scissors cut
Guided by my own weak hand
Holding in my true strength
I claim never again
This mistake will I make
The gathering storm that’s poised to strike
Again, I won’t give in to it
Remorse flows with my crimson blood
I stand up and smile

As time passes
I hope to run along
I will not weep for myself
The scars of the day
I will not hate
A promise carved in flesh
A last reminder
It’s only me behind the trigger
Convincing myself, everything will be okay

*ish stunned*

Holy crap. Those make me want to hug you all over. "Cut" made me cry.

Here're a few of mine. I posted 'em in my art thread on the main forum...But I might as well post 'em here

This was kind of to me from me, as well as to a relative. My subconscious speaking.
I Am

This is your life... and it's ending one second at a time.

Pay attention.

The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see yourself?
Faults.
Victories.
Losses.
Wisdom.
Ignorance.
How does the world see you?
Do you allow them to see you, for who you truly are?

What mirror do you look through?
Our own design or filtration?
Amplifier?
Mad house of our own flaws?
Is it a mirror that our loved ones hold up for us?
Is it a mirror our enemies avoid for its worth?

Do we dare look in the mirror held upon by love?
What is it that we see there?

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

I am your fuming imagination.
Your cold sweat.
Your raging sexual tension.
Your silent smirk.

I am your near-life experience.

Your wasted time.
Your complete sense of denial.

I am your hostile little face.
I am your assumption of civilization.

I am... your complete lack of surprise...


Beat
The heart, is a singluar entity of the soul.

However, within this heart we contain all that we love, cherish, care for and all our passions, dreams, and desires. In short, we put a heart behind; we put behind everything that we live life for.

Thus, should the heart be broken, all of these things are as well. To die of a broken heart is not poetic exaggeration.

The breaking of a heart is the breaking of a life.

I shouldn't be so negative.

A heart can be healed, and just as a life can be broken with its breaking, just as all those things that it contained can be broken with its breaking; so then can they all be healed with its healing.

To reshape a life, reshape the heart.
To fix a life, fix the heart.
Let love prevail.


Just Like Before
All controllable evidence has been erased from all existence.
All that is left are dreams.

You're the breath on my neck.
You're the smile on my mind.
You're the clenching of my wrist.

I awake with your scent about me...

Just like before.


Prelude Between Morality
A ravage image of no substance.

Pushing me.
Thrusting me.

The poison of the flesh, but oh so tempting it be.
The smoker's substantial reality.

Scorching my fingers, numbing my toes.
The notion of lust as I am sprawled on the floor.

Unhinge me.
Unlace me.

Aishiteru n' e'vol fi~

*Huggles* I like them lots Andy! Thanks for sharing. I feel ya<3

So okay...I wrote all of those poems for the Writing Fiction and Poem class I was in last year...I totally handed all that happiness in...cuz I totally wasn't begging for help...thanks a lot teacher...cuz that time was the beginner of my worse half a year ever But that teacher never took me seriously cuz I always laughed and talked in class, which is actually even freaker...

But whatever...

COOL and i thought there where no writer in this forum nice to know and nice works guys-gals and thanks

You're all amzing writers I'm nearly in tears. And I have goosebumps you are all amazing

I used to write but then one night when I was in some manic mood as I was just really down and stupidly I decided vodka would help, which just mad things a thousand times worse, I ripped up pretty much everything I'd ever written. I mean I sat for hours tearing up 6 or 7 books of writings into tiny pieces. Makes me feel like a psycho lol.

I think I still have a few decent ones somewhere. I think probably one of the only things I've ever liked was the song I wrote for my music GCSE.

Anyway I might try and dig them out tomorrow to post.

Do eet!!!!!

Dew Ewt.

EDIT: here's another peom...

A Day at the Beach


The waves that never reach my feet
Those that fall short and break away
I will not be the one who washes
Or fades away as the tides come and go

The bird whose wings eclipse the burning ball
But never touch the flames
I will not miss the bull’s eye
Or disintegrate as I grow nearer

The buoy bouncing in the choppy water
That magnifies as you sail toward it, but is soon gone
I will not forget the sight of its bright red paint
Or the tingling in my chest as I reach it

The sand that scalds my bare feet
And clumps when I dare wet my feet
I will not leave the sand without footprints
Or miss the chance to mush it through my toes

The palms frolicking above as the wind laughs
Shading me from the blinding sun
I will not face the uncertain unprotected
Or fall in the strongest gusts

The driftwood which litters the shore
An unwanted sight but still perfection like a blotch of spilled ink
I will not forsake the mistakes
Or dwell on the disappointments

The cerulean sky above me
Blanketing the waves, birds, buoy, sand, palms and driftwood
I will not let the clouds mask the beauty
Or stop smiling as the blue grows ever darker

I found my song eventually I dont know what to feel about it anymore. What I felt at the time so I suppose I cant change it. Got me a D in music (Y) Well it was probably better than that as I got a U in the exam as we got taught nothing anyways:

Pouring ash into this careless wind
i guess this is goodbye
Well atleast for tonight
Ignorance is bliss
If it will let me sleep
And if I sleep then let it be forever with you
Forever with you
Forever with you
Cause I just cant let you go

Cant mourn forever
Theres times to hold on
And times to let go
Let go
Take the hours I lie awake
In my numbness, I'm just left with the pain
No release
No pouring rain
Cant hold this hand forever
Let me go

You're back again
Back in my hands
And the wind just wont take you
Am I holding too tight?
Or not tight enough?
I just cant let you go
Now this ignorance I left to run
All it's stitching has come undone
And I'm left to face it all
Alone now

Cant mourn forever
Theres times to hold on
And times to let go
Let go
Take the hours I lie awake
In my numbness, I'm just left with the pain
No release
No pouring rain
Cant hold this hand forever
Let me go

Cant hold this hand forever let me go.

One of the only things I didnt rip up

We have some awesome writers on WT forum! Let me find my notebook and I'll share a few of mine.

Yay I love reading everyones writings

Damn I cant find my poems inspired by The Hunger I liked them. I wouldnt of ripped them up. Anyone seen the film The Hunger? No-one I know has My favourite film tis amazing!

I think all of you know that I write... well those on the main forum anyway. I'm not going to repost anything from there, I will post this though...

If I Never See You Again

I'm not ready to admit
Not ready to grieve
That we had our final chapter
Our last farewell
Because I know that I'll never
Be the same as I was for you

I would have walked
Through every burning fire
Just to show you
A path to me
I would have run forever
Just to hear you say my name
And I will keep on trying
To keep you near me

I can't maintain this facade
Not any more, not this time
There's no time to waste
It's moving so quickly
I can feel you slipping away
I'm reaching for you
I know it's in vain

There's so much pain
Every time I close my eyes
I see your smile
The way the light danced
In your dark eyes
I see you in my reflection now
And I can't breathe
Not without you here

I can hear the stars
They are calling out for you
Calling out for me
And as I slip away from myself
I realize everything was so clear
So destined to stand strong
But only we can unravel destiny
In every breath that we take
I can feel your heart beat in me

Everything inside me is grieving for you
Mourning for your tender smile
To take me away again
For you to breathe your life in me
And make me whole again

I try to numb the pain on my own
I try in vain
I know that I'm only one step
From losing the fight
I'm going mad now
Your voice plagues my mind
Memories haunt me

All I wish is to see you
Just one last time
But somewhere deep inside
I know that'll just leave me
Wishing for just a little more time
With you in my arms

Awwwww *Huggle*

love it kay specially the last two para

That's beautiful, Kayleigh.

Here is one of mine. It is as most of mine without a title.

In my heart
I find you
Holding me
In my darkest hours
Of my coldest days
As I watch the winter embrace me
You hold me
Like the sun of a warm spring
And are the light
In the dark of my nights
With you I feel safe
I am no longer
Trapped inside this lonely cage
That used to be my prison
In this cruel world
That met me dark and cold
You opened the doors
With a key that only you possessed
And brought me into a blinding light
Leading me into a new life
That I only want to live
With you at my side

Leia thats amazing I love it.