Jiggity

I've never really written poetry before, I tried my hand at it in year 8, everyone thought it wasnt mine and put me down for it. Ive never written since. ...

Not sure where this goes. *********** EDITED: the façade is crumbling revealing in truth, a mere mortal woman betrayed by the uncaring eyes of her son. tears I never knew ...

My second poem ******** After months of uncertainty I run and hide, away from the accusations, the expectations, into the comforting dark. Enmeshed in velvet night, cocooned in a net ...

Depression weighs heavily, Soaking the exam papers— I’m already drowning in— And the ink trails down my face, The dark veins of my soul Eyes droop wearily, And I squint ...

Sweet sisters’ mine, here now forever more. after a lifetime of separation— of ignorant incompletion— I am fulfilled. Heart, is alternately light and heavy. I am torn— twixt two families, ...

An overly taut piece of night, so dark, cool and lovely, flowed above and about my head atop a sliver of bone that shone and glimmered A delicate tracery of ...

The picture the eyes perceive; the skin deep cover an empty scaffold waiting to be filled. There is nothing there but pastel colours and botox emotions-- the cover up of ...

fallen, from the heights of serenity into a nightmare of addictive obsession Starved of life sup on the tit of back-alley fruits on the brink of purple darkness; hunger awaits. ...

my heart pulses. in tune with the world(s) and their silent stories. my soul throbs, wrung with the emotion of a million men. characters. I hear the whispers of untold ...

Thinking; unending stasis, a living death self perpetuating in the darkness Periods of activity, interspersed by static pulses: there’s an absence of feeling. images perceived and not understood fli

In the depths of darkness pulsing, within and yet not apart of; earth, rich and moist... something stirred. Comforting warmth leaked, seeping out of lethargic awakening, heating water that enveloped ...

*dances into poetry section* Wee. I haven't been back here since my last slaughtering lol. Recently I wrote two bits of it though, for a friend, in less then 10mins ...

This would be the other part I mentioned. I'm not an angry writer and she was feeling emo about men, so this was what I came up, through empathising lol. ...

These liquid skies, Surround me with pearly light, Silent, but for the eternal dance Of stars. Atop the black tower, on a Faraway moon, I await, with heartache in My ...

Finding the Path Walking along a stretch of green in the dark. Periodic lights blink and flicker red and yellow, giving the illusion of light. Pools of shadow hint at ...

Note, this will be told from a series of character perspectives within the same city, on the same path. Five segments of the one poem. Subtitle is in bold. A ...

A/N - I think this one needs a lot more work. * A Woman She dances on the skeletal frames of expectations with lay-by shoes and dresses of spun gold. ...

An Ode to Snoink: Settle around this fire, children and listen to this tale of old. Once there lived a Queen, terrible in her wisdom - such were her reviews ...

It's a poem.