Starting a tad late, but I am bright eyed and bushy tailed and full of hope that I can do this none the less!!! Also, I'm hoping to write a poem a day if I can, with two for today. Fingers crossed!!!
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The Words I Do Not Say I can feel the words I do not say, The words I refuse to say. They pierce and cut me up inside But still I do not place them on display Even as my blood-red roses bloom.
I can taste the words I do not say, The words I can never say. Bitter against the back of my throat Like my own personal buffet Of shame and regret.
I choke on the words I do not say, The words I will never say. They clog my throat and I can feel Everything I want to convey Getting trapped somewhere in between.
Wreckage I stand perfectly still, In the middle of all the Wreckage that used to be us Now scattered far and wide And I can’t help but wonder, What happened to us?
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Okay, so I know it's a tad bit late today, I had two papers due in school today and I was scrambling to finish them on time, oops.
Hey there Alice! I'm liking the abecedarian you did for poem 2. You did a great job on it, and the lines don't seem forced at all - which is tricky to do in those types of poems. I particularly like the lines "kissing you, I got lost / in our beginning". <3
Poem 4 is short, but there's a lot of emotion in there.
Never stop writing! Looking forward to continue to read through your poetry!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Ablaze I douse myself In gasoline and Set myself on fire Watching, half removed, As the dancing flames Consume what was me And call it art Because I have been told All life long That in order to be good I had to suffer.
She Was My Light She had the stars in her eyes But she only ever saw them reflected in mine She had sunlight in her smile But she never saw it unless I smiled back She had lips as soft as flower petals But she only felt it when her lips pressed against mine She had the voce of an angle But she couldn’t hear it until it echoed in mine She was my light But she saw herself as darkness She claimed I lifted her up But I knew I dragged her down She said I was the only reason she hung on for so long But I feel like I only killed her faster
When We First Met When we first met My eyes caught on yours And paused For just a moment in time But that was all it took For me to fall fast and hard Your smile was made of sunshine Your eyes contained the stars There was a fresh sea breeze in your hair And a fire in your soul I knew in that moment That you would permanently change The landscape of my life
Ohh, #6 is sad that heartbreaking thing where it's so much easier to see positive qualities in other people than in yourself. I like that at the end we get to see a kind of inverse as well - a glimpse of the idea that the person the poem is about sees good things in the narrator which the narrator can't see.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
Shatter I am glass Glass arms and glass legs Glass eyes, and a glass heart. If you were to glance my way, Your eyes would pass right through. I am glass Delicate. Breakable. And the world is a terrible one, Not made for a girl of glass. So in order to protect myself I covered myself in steel. Steel to protect my glass arms and legs Steel to protect my glass eyes And steel to protect my glass heart. But my steel armor is not whole I have chinks here and there And on occasion People have been known to slip through. Sometimes they are kind And gently pad my glass, But other times they are hard or sharp And they end up shattering me. And no one really knows Because my steel, my armor Is still standing strong While I quietly piece myself back together, again and again. However, there are times, I'll move wrong Shift in a different way, And the steel I built for protection, Against the harsh outside, Against people who would hurt me, Catches on my glass self. And my armor shatters me
Clouds The clouds can hear our cries, Of happiness, of pain. They hear them and they keep them Until their burden of humanity Becomes too much for them to handle, So that they must release it all In a torrential downpore That soaks us all
Hello, I Am A Person Hello, I am a person Just wanted to remind you In case you forgot Cause sometimes I feel Like to you I am less An acessory An idea A doll
Hello, I am a person My eyes are brown And so is my hair I have freckles That dance across my cheeks And skin that will burn If I do not protect it These are facts Undeniable True
Hello, I am a person And I know you can't experience Life through my eyes But I promise you I don't like it When I'm treated like something less I have a brain and feelings I'm not just a thing to carry around To be tossed aside the moment You decide I'm no longer fashinoable
Hello, I am a person And you will never understand What it means to be me Even though I know you try You can't comprehend My ups and my downs Why my eyes catch on Something that sparkles and shines Or why my smiles sometimes Turn into frowns
Hello, I am a person And am flawed to the core I am selfish and I am mean When something goes wrong It is my instinct to think of myself First and foremost But then I silently scold And try to think of others as well because I want to be better Than that tiny voice in my head Telling me to be vicious and cruel
Hello, I am a person With walls built around My heart and my brain That don't come down Not for anyone, not ever And it's not because I don't want to trust Quite the contrary in fact But the walls are there Because I trusted too much And people choose themselves over and over When I needed them the most
Hello, I am a person And I have learned to hide My pain with laughter Tears are masked with smiles And my sadness is shoved Way deep down Because I learned A long time ago That no one wants to play With something broken
Blood On My Hands There is blood on my hands I have tried to never hurt people Maybe I slipped once or twice Let my anger get the best of me But I have always tried To do my very best
There is blood on my hands I can feel it coating my fingers As it runs down my palms Some of it is tacky and old Too much of it is fresh And there always seems to be more
There is blood on my hands And I can feel the damage I have done The hurt I have caused In every drop of it I can feel it in my every waking second And I’m too many of my sleeping ones
There is blood on my hands At least some of it is mine Torn from me as I shield others But some of it is from others Who I have hurt in a thousand ways In order to not hurt myself again
There is blood on my hands And sometimes, I can make it disappear So that no one who sees me Will know that it’s there But it always returns to haunt me Because there is blood on my hands
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