SecreteJournalist

The eye.. its mysterious, yet not at all. Just a short poem I thought of the other day.

Im a little teapot, just twisted ;)

Questions on Society

Such a silly mistake, it makes a great man a dead one.

Burning. Melting. Dying, with tears in the eyes.

Gotta hate the confusing thing called life.

Lets venture into the mind of the troubled. The one who just cant move on.

Confusion. A lot of confusion in life.

I dont explain them, no I do not. But I explain how I cope with it. I am me, and that in itself, to me, shows pride. I fight with pride.

Societys Flaws are Deadly

My first shot at a cinquain poem. I know their are different versions. Enjoy my thoughts on death.

Tick Tock. His last words. A poem with lots of different rhymes, all the time. Enjoy.

I've been experimenting with poetry types, this is the outcome of one. It's not meant to be very structured.

I write, seeing if you will notice. It never works.. oh the words on a page never work for you :/

He loves me, he loves me not. He plays with my heartstrings alot.

Tortured, dying, dead. Depression was the death of me.

Put down the blade, its not worth it. You're worth it though.

Thoughts Of The Madwomen. "I don't know anymore"

My thoughts of a day.

The Fog. Simple as it sounds. Its horrid.

I shall let you believe this is all false. That this is all just a poem. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

That love I felt. You defeated it. Took away my hope. My dreams.

My heart is broken. Simple, is it not?

Just a short, free verse poem. My goal. It sits so far. I've tried to reach it. But now it's too far.

A couplet poem requires two lines, and the word on the end of each line should rhyme. This is my short poem submission. Maybe.

Kinda represents how society pushes us to change. Kinda represents how depression can end. Kinda.

Stop it. No. Stop it! No! Will I ever win this battle?

You put me to Hell. Thank's a lot.

To the tune of 'Pop Goes The Weasel' ..

To the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"

My thoughts on that blasted tornado. Last poem about a tornado.. I promise :3

Just a.. poem.. from.. inspiration.. from... experiences..

She thinks for the night, it's turned her mad. Mad. Crazy. crazy.

My thoughts from an event in a childhood. That kinda explains the child like thoughts.

Just a free verse, short poem .-.

A short, free verse poem. Yeah.

Just a poem in the tune of a song.. not exact or precise.

This is just an example of over thinking.

Can you spot the meaning?

Just a short poem.....

A dance of frantic flames it was.

A poem idea I came up with... I hope it's not too cliché ....

He thought it would be easy.

I have come to realize I am really bad at descriptions that would attract readers.......... oh well

I've been experimenting with short poems lately. Do feel free to tear this to shreds if need be.

This is an couplet poem. The words from the last word of the first line rhymes with the last word of the poem. There are only two lines.

'Pop!' goes the bill bottle.

My 'parody' of Fix You by Coldplay.

I've decided to attempt to make a happy poem.. Even if my point count is now low.

I tried to do something.. different.

Kind of a.. different poem.

*Inserts Detailed Description of 'Coins' Here*

Do ya like it?

*cough* Sara, I finally posted it. *cough*

Descriptions are too mainstream. *cues hipster glasses memes*

I haven't really gone through and self edited it yet, so feel free to be critical as possible.

Interesting and long title, 'eh?

I haven't posted anything in a while! Do feel free to nit-pick this!

I wrote this as a side thought, and upon request, posted it.

Alas, I have posted after days of waiting in hiding.

Haiku poetry is my passion. Poetry is my passion. So I decided to mend the 2 together... if that makes any sense.

01.20.15 15 in 15.

Feedback welcome!

Inspired by a 30 day writing prompt.

I actually just went through a heart break, hence, I never got to share this with him. So, I'll share it here instead.

*All feedback is welcomed.*

~Working title~

To improve the well being of others, I must start with myself.

Kissing is just a way of embracing. But it feels like fire. And I don't mind it.

"At night when the stars light on my room, ​I sit by myself- ​talking to the moon." ​Talking To The Moon - Bruno Mars

I often try to freeze time, yet am defeated as it drags me in a whirlwind of thought. Through the chaos, you are right there with me, inside my mind.