Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

This poem is about my diagnosis of Hodgkin's Lymphoma 5 months ago and the whole process of going through the fight. I'm currently approaching the end of my treatment and finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Things are going really well and I'm in remission where hopefully I will stay! *Knock on wood!*

I was careless with life,
For so many years.
Until I recieved the news,
That brought me endless tears.
I've fought so hard,
Because there was no other choice,
I'm grateful it's almost time,
To finaly rejoice.
I feel like I've been born again,
Into something almost new,
A second chance at life
Is something I never thought I'd go through.

Butterfly
Floating by
Little one, will you catch him? Will you try?

Pretty colors
Butterfly
Flying high, just like the rainbow in the sky

Butterfly
Floating by
Can you see God's face in the sky?

There is life
Butterfly
Run the race for the prize

But just like the butterfly
We all
We all must die - goodbye

New season
Butterfly
For good things comes an end - goodbye

Butterfly
Filled with life
Don't cry for the butterfly - goodbye

disguised as truth
in the eyes of lamb,
unmask the wolf
and save the land,
ignoring love is
the demise of man.

When I learned about the butterfly, and its perfect expression

A picture of life

For every thing, there is a season

For a caterpillar to die

But only for a time, then comes the light

Renew and Remember

The darkness and all that was before

Then the caterpillar flies on death's breath

Originally Posted by saltyseedog

beaten up monkey slave
sits in a cage
listens to people
argue and fight
over what they think is right
Rattling the cage
Sleepless monkey slave

This is deep, deeper than the surface of your wording, I like.

(by ShadowScribe)

The clean smell of the brooks
And the roving glens and hills
Gently beckon my free spirit every day
The very air of Ireland
Calls for me as one of its own
Yet here I stay

Although I'm American
By name, birth, and papers
My deep roots can't be ignored or passed by
One day when I'm free
And am able to travel far
Away I'll fly

Soaring will my spirit go
to see the longed-for Emerald Isle
Where elves and faeries play and dance
Magic fills these verdant lands
My soul wishes to dance there too
It craves the chance

When can I go home at last
My heart seems to beg of me
Home to a place I've never been to
Others may never understand
How I'm homesick for foreign lands
I wonder too

Contentment is illusion
Freedom is delusion
Our paradise is deception
Our fantasy's a fallacy
Where all we see is heresy
All we say is blasphemy
This is tomorrow's sorrow
This is disenchantment

I took a shit, into a baseball mitt...the squirrel cried..it was his intention, to have the mitt deep fried...upon further pretension, we decide...All the other squirrels, well they have all died....after eating deep fried animal skin...one may wonder...where these squirrels had been...i wonder...

Sleep is calling from far away
A whisper across a chaotic battlefield
Fighting with all my might
Deflecting swords and arrows with my shield
Pushing through
Allies and enemies
Make no difference to me
The sweet glowing angel
Sleep whispers my name
calling me
a ringing that pierces the shouting
Silence is my ecstacy
Blood spills and people die
Suffering builds and tensions explode
a wind of aggression burns my skin
Glowing hope of relief

There's grease on the keys,
A slippery reminder of procrasti-pizza.
Sure to split unsure fingers
Into a potato-mash of typos
while I tap an irregular beat upon the surface of academia
Never breaching the skin
due to time and brief restriction
My tempo is tempered but relentless
I will drum on, my friend.
Will you join me?

Window into infinity, pool of enlightenment, darkness revealed, shadow's light, symphonic delight, one.

Inner wolf of power
Protecting the mystic light
Hungers for the blood of the living dead
Who enrage him in this fight

Mystic light of wonder
Drowning the wolf in it's rays
Lights the path to a universe of love
It may explore on better days

If I could only just pry a little into your head and know what you're thinking. Steady the urge a little bit and quell the ocean inside screaming and break away the pieces of doubt that keep grabbing on and sticking to my cotton socks as I explore the wilderness of broken hearts. If I could just... know what you wanted, what you thought of all this, where you were at regarding the collection of conversations and the warm feeling they give me. If I could just hold you the way I need to. My desire the tiger bleeding to pounce but still stalking and waiting to see, this meal meaning too much for haphazard attacks, meaning much more than nourishment.

Originally Posted by Original Poster

If I could only just pry a little into your head(...)

Wow. That sounded a lot like me and a good friend of mine.
But... time has remedied a lot in her, and so I pass on my hope to you.
Many thanks for writing this!

(written 3-20-11)


There is a Higher Reality
Out on the inside, look in to me
I know that there is more you can be
But not while in Lower Reality

The world is a game full of broken rules
High crime, biter water, broken tools
Every man plays on the other fool
Porn-stars-to-be tell us what is "cool"

But there is a remedy to our age
Follow in the footsteps of the sage

There is a Higher Reality
Out on the inside look in to me
There is more you know that you can be
Break out of Lower Reality

Everything around you is not all
This world is only a shadowfall
Out of the darkness the light can see
And give you a glimpse of eternity

Never forget your life is but a dream
There's more to this life than there now might seem

There is a Higher Reality
Transcending what has been thought by thee
Masses and throngs fall to dormancy
Seen through the lens of consistency
Destruction is their life-long tendency
But after that, rise from this fallacy

There is a remedy to our age
Know what we have done to bring this fate

Enter the Higher Reality
Out of the shadows of vacancy
Know, you, there is more than you and me
More than this dirt-stainéd fantasy
Leave behind all your complacency
And enter the Higher Reality

Originally Posted by Duncan

There's grease on the keys,

That's not grease, and we all know it.

tick

Shared dreams

I thought I caught a glance
Of the dance of a smile
Wile its path in the aftermath
Of a dream 'tween you and I,

But why,
It seemed I wasn't allowed to know.

I vowed, then, to grow the seed sewn,
Hone the understanding commanding my attention,
And not mention the walks, the talks,
The imaginings ravaging so wondrously within -

Your voice, your laugh, your skin -
Until now.

Truth is, if I knew how to write these words
So they could be heard as honest introspection
On the interjection of your being,
Of seeing your presence so clearly,

I would hold them almost as dearly
As what you say each night.

But what might be the truth,
What proof purchases ground,
What sound argument exists
That this... blissful curse... remains

Questions the lines beyond sane,
Faith, and spirit.

When you call, I hear it.
Your essence. Your appearance.
I create entire worlds
Just to come near it.

Just to voice a reply,
Leaving the why until morning,
The warnings for our waking
Making me pray for one more breath,

One more moment in this little death...
One less goodbye.

But opened eyes still fear the truth
Our youthful hearts tearfully accepted
Before they intercepted logic and reason,
Changing the season of one life to the next,

One answer to the quest
Of what makes us who we are.

There are no stars without light,
No nights without dream,
No proof that the stream of consciousness
That awakes in us actually exists...

But I know this,
Even if I don't know why.

When I fall to sleep at night,
There is no wrong or right way to be.
Just you. And me. Talking once again,
Wondering when our dreams may come true.

For me.
For you.

All I wish to do is sleep
and stay asleep forever.
It's time for me to hit the sack
- too bad I'm an insomniac.

mother
please stop talking about suicide
I know it hurts deep inside
I can't bear to see you in this pain
and in this mad world its impossible to stay sane

I've been there for you when you've cried
contained my feelings - happiness I've lied
I've been strong for you all this time
through the corruption, mud, dirt, and grime

I've bottled up my sadness and pretend it nonexistent
though its hard to run away from feelings when you feel so distant
I've told you nearly nothing of this curse
because I didn't want to make your own depression worse

so please sincerely tell me
and i say this with the most desperate plea
because you mean everything to me
say you'll rest and let the suicide ideations be

I want to be a little dragon,
Crawling through the roots
Everything is baggin’
To the tune of the toots

Squeeze, press and stress
The great mystics
Chop, lop, and burn

Just wait for the rest
The time for picks
Then, will it be my turn

One must heed, in order to realize
Two must bead, for their own fear
Three must seed, to become their eyes
Four must lead, as the falling tear

Swallowing the mists, the sacrilege
Following our fists, to catastrophe

ehh.
Promise Me Gold

I didn’t see your ankles crossed under the table
And the uneasiness in your eyes
You never spoke of war and death in your fables
I never heard your silent cries

Through my tears and lonely sighs
I watch you rip threads of hope which held me together
I can almost read the truth through your lies
And hope you see my faith that you severed

You promised me the earth,
And the sun and the moon
But I never got to see past
The darkness of my room
You promised me gold
But oh, you wouldn’t let me touch bronze
I never got to touch the bronze

What if the Sun
Is just one of the sum
Of the atoms that come
In one grain of sand
On another beach...
That's just out of reach?

Facebook has the worst
post editing scheme ever
fuck you Zuckerberg

I wrote a haiku. An angry haiku.