Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

You back away from me
And I tell you I love you
You tell me you would hurt me
And I know you are supposed to be able to
But in here it just doesn't work as it seems
So I just wish I would be killed by you
Just so I can feel this is real

One step closer I find myself locked
When my feet fail me and I drop down
You staring at me with eyes so shocked
Like a strike to my heart, swallow me ground

I pull my hand as much as I can reach
Then it happened
Split secon , my eyes I hope you're deceiving me
It's happening what I fear
I closed my eyes and hoped it would be a dream
But of course it is, only possible in that realm
But still I wish it was not
Just so you would be real my love
Even with your dark side
Even though you can't hurt me
I wish you can
So you would be real not only in my mind


Lol just made it up now on the spot
Hope you enjoyed!

There's something I can't let go of
That's tearing me up
And bringing me down
When it should be just the opposite,
Should be something to hope for,
Something to believe in
But instead, it seems
To be leading me down
A dark path
One that I can't stray from,
Can't just turn around and run
Because
It feels like something
I should be running towards
Not away from

How twisted these thoughts have become
They started out so innocent
A safe land to drift away to
When I close my eyes
But now when I go there
I find myself not wanting to come back
To keep my eyes closed
And remain oblivious
To the fact that this is just a dream
A far away land
A wish upon a star
So distant
Yet so bright

We shone on
Our familiars;
They're tempests

We are the light that proceeds
The thunderous will of our fathers
Their cadence deafens us
Their aim cracks open our conception
Now we are left here
With droning voices
They still ring
We are the light that proceeds
So we leave our fathers blind

We are the light that accompanied
The torrential motions of our mothers
Their weeping drowns us
Their current pushes us toward the sea
Now we are left here
We'd gasp before
Falling to the depths
We are the light that accompanied
So we leave our mothers blind

We are the light that provoked
The aspiring lashes of our siblings
Their strikes cripple us
Their power seeds envy
Now we are left here
In the makings of the forgotten
The reflections remained
We are the light that provoked
So we leave our siblings blind

Let's run away
To a place no one can find us
Because no one would dare to look
Where we are going
There is no pain, no fear
A place so far away
No one could reach us
Once we leave
We will never be able
To come back
Because
You can't come back
From death

Language is the biggest game of all
It is set in an empty field.
Words are smooth, black stones
cast in some direction,
picked by the thrower
but unknown to the opponent.
When he is finished, he returns to the bench.

On the other side of the field
the opponent removes his blindfold.
He glances at the stones.
He turns slightly to the left or right
and then he tosses his.

The cogs start turning again
wishing this time would be the last
done having to pretend

but don't you know, it's all a cycle?
for things to be good, others have to be bad
to be happy in life sometimes you must be sad

could there ever be a time, ever a place
where time slows down, life is no longer a race
things are new, pure, and whole
and I not merely a memory-driven droning husk without a soul

a place you can feel but is not there,
a space you can see but is bare,
an exestential being without end nor beginning,
a plane in existence beyond second hands ticking

must you be human to experience life?
or can you be else and still perceive?
if yes was the answer and you knew
which would you choose to do?

remain human and continue to feel?
or expand yourself, an entity non-corporeal

I'm going to use the first poem I have ever written, which is also the post I made for my introduction:

Clarity in Mystery

Searching for a way to be free
through my lucidity.

I cannot be,
without my dreams,
the reflection of me.

A Hologram in the machine,
just waiting to see,
the Light at the end of tunnel is: honesty.

Truth be told,
there was a lying me,
now it is time for him to sleep
in my new sincerity.

-Nick K. AKA DJ Dead Llama

I met my pain today
It came to me
Like a soft caress
a sweet embrace
Brushed all over me
And whispered to my ear;
I am with you
Forget me not
I whispered back
My old friend
We’ve been together too long
You’ve been holding my hand
I‘ve been leaning g on your shoulders
So how can I ?
Why should I ?
Then we hugged
And I wept

poems are silly things, even I can write one
no form required, no need to rhyme
unless it's inline, then I guess it's fine
but it's silly, all the same

In this silent battle
Considering
It’s just too simple to cross
Ignore and reject
Or the effort to look back
Smile and feel
Oh darling I need to take a breath
The border of my sanity
Is too much of a grey and hazy line

Work is Poo
I Hate You
Gonna Get Ya
Where the Lord Split Ya

Not Knowing

I’m in the middle of not knowing , and in this hole of not-knowing-ness, i would only plead for a shred of yours to spoil mine.
I plead for some pieces of your mind, i can’t take no more pain of not knowing.
What’s inside that mind.
is there any indifference, or is there any care, involved in that piece of mind?
Have you been waiting, or simply not bothering?
Should i knock you door or should i do not?

How many times have we come to this world,
That we are dying this much every day?
It’s a vain attempt to smash your wrests
To the window of this runaway train.
We are all actors of a silent movie.

No Answers

Butterflies.
Asking me when.
Asking me how.
Asking me why.

No answers.

I can't put two and two together, I didn't know it was a quote.
It will take me two years to finally get the joke.

I am always here, never there.
It's hardly fair and leaves me worse for wear.

But you're there,
I'm here.
That's how it is you see,
it's clear!

Fucking poems! Fucking rhymes!
Goddamn second line!

Just written without using the backspace:

Broken with no rhyme or reason
Crooked beyond any line
I find myself floating away

Having read every story
Having heard every song
Having seen every picture
Yet, Longing for more

For someone who cannot see the future
I am far to certain of what it holds
Dare I indulge in life and what it means

During the day I look to the night,
And during the night I wake-walk away
Far ahead lies the future
Waiting for me too

Can't You see the end that's coming?
Can't You write a better poem?
I find it less amusing
Given you're the one I followed.

Something from my disturbed sleep from the last week:

My bed creaks and moans with lack of rest
I toss and turn giving sleep a test
No clue for when my eye lids will fall
For now my anxiety is standing tall

Life is good
Life is sweet
As long as I have
Stuff to eat

Be it pizza
Be it cheese
I will take it
If you please

Yes, I'm fat
Yes, I'm slow
But food is tasty
That I know

I'm not good
At being deep
So don't ask me to
Meep

fuckin ponies are baloney (bologna)
when hordes of grown men are bronies
don't get stoney
it just leads to stuffin your face, rice-a-roni
why is life so fucking lonely
god, i just wish somebody could really know me

Yeah, the thoughts on the tip of the proverbial tongue.

The wall's foundation slips,
The divider - divided
The never subtle separator
Of the break
Between reality and
A dream

When the memories stream out of my eyes,
How can I trust the divided, the lies?

I tune them out as I walk home
Through music
Words were unspoken
They frighten me
Tonight as I dream
I'll learn to be
So much more than I thought I was
And make fear surrender to my will