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11-01-15 10:44 PM
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I guess you could call this place a blog or something, but since I found out there's a writing forum, I've decided I'm gonna put my poetry here. Kinda like a blog thing and update it accordingly. Hopefully it'll transfer better than it did when I was posting it on my writing Tumblr. .-. Also, just a fair warning, most of my poetry is pretty dark and depressing because I only seem to write poetry when I'm sad and down haha ^^;. But yeah, anyways, I hope you enjoy. 
I guess you could call this place a blog or something, but since I found out there's a writing forum, I've decided I'm gonna put my poetry here. Kinda like a blog thing and update it accordingly. Hopefully it'll transfer better than it did when I was posting it on my writing Tumblr. .-. Also, just a fair warning, most of my poetry is pretty dark and depressing because I only seem to write poetry when I'm sad and down haha ^^;. But yeah, anyways, I hope you enjoy. 
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Freedom

A child cries in the middle of the filthy room
Begging to be held and caressed and cooed.
Meanwhile a woman lurking within the pitch
Of a backroom, whose hair strands turned gray
Long before their expiration became overdue
Combs through them effortlessly to manage
The tangles and webs of matted hair.
Her pale face portrays the troubles she’s been through.
She hears the infants cries but pays no attention
To the slobbering mouth of the toddler child,
And simply gussies herself up, hiding the wrinkles
That have formed upon her once young face.
A glorious visage this face once was two years ago
But all changed once the child came into her care.
On the unmade, unkempt tangled sheets, her luggage
Lays packed and she walks wistfully to it, clutching
The brown leather handle within her hand and lifts
It effortlessly into the air before allowing it to rest
At her side. She continues to the door, but the toddler
Latches a large hand onto her pants in an effort to
Keep her in a stagnant place. Don’t leave me,
He begs, swallowing the slimy bile left from the tears
He shed. You can’t leave me. I am but a child.
You are not a child, the woman sharply replies,
Jerking her pants’ leg away from his grubby hands
You’re a man. And I am not your caregiver.
She storms away into the brisk feeling of freedom,
Leaving the grown man to wither and die alone
In his own seething piss and feces crumbled on the floor
In a broken heap of self-pity and victimization.
Freedom

A child cries in the middle of the filthy room
Begging to be held and caressed and cooed.
Meanwhile a woman lurking within the pitch
Of a backroom, whose hair strands turned gray
Long before their expiration became overdue
Combs through them effortlessly to manage
The tangles and webs of matted hair.
Her pale face portrays the troubles she’s been through.
She hears the infants cries but pays no attention
To the slobbering mouth of the toddler child,
And simply gussies herself up, hiding the wrinkles
That have formed upon her once young face.
A glorious visage this face once was two years ago
But all changed once the child came into her care.
On the unmade, unkempt tangled sheets, her luggage
Lays packed and she walks wistfully to it, clutching
The brown leather handle within her hand and lifts
It effortlessly into the air before allowing it to rest
At her side. She continues to the door, but the toddler
Latches a large hand onto her pants in an effort to
Keep her in a stagnant place. Don’t leave me,
He begs, swallowing the slimy bile left from the tears
He shed. You can’t leave me. I am but a child.
You are not a child, the woman sharply replies,
Jerking her pants’ leg away from his grubby hands
You’re a man. And I am not your caregiver.
She storms away into the brisk feeling of freedom,
Leaving the grown man to wither and die alone
In his own seething piss and feces crumbled on the floor
In a broken heap of self-pity and victimization.
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11-01-15 10:46 PM
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Cold

It’s cold inside—chilly,
damp, and dank. It’s December
in here, with no fire to ward off the chilling of
the howling winds of sorrow and doubt. Pale snowflakes
from the depressed skies above drift down softly against my
heart—
they push against it, and I feel their weight. I’m drowning.
My mouth opens
and I scream…
but no one can hear me over the deadening silence. I scream
again at the people
around me, tucked into their comfort blankets and toasting
their fingers
next to happy, smug fires, but alas, useless. Tears escape
my eyes
but freeze before they can roll down my cheeks as I watch
everyone around me
merrily and happily sing and laugh. Occasionally, someone
passes a glance behind
them to see me—the corners of their stretched lips loosening
into chagrin. Once in a
blue moon, someone approaches from the fires and tells me to
try harder to not be cold—
that by me being stuck fireless and without a blanket in
this storm, I have made them cold.
Someone the other day told me I had to right to be freezing
when I’m surrounded
by people who possess fires. I can’t speak because this
tundra froze
my mouth completely shut. They grow annoyed by my inability
to move
to say anything
and throw their hands in the air, letting out a panting sigh
of exasperation
proclaiming they did what they could before leaving for the
fire. And I am
left alone once again, cold and freezing.
It’s August, and I’m so cold.
Cold

It’s cold inside—chilly,
damp, and dank. It’s December
in here, with no fire to ward off the chilling of
the howling winds of sorrow and doubt. Pale snowflakes
from the depressed skies above drift down softly against my
heart—
they push against it, and I feel their weight. I’m drowning.
My mouth opens
and I scream…
but no one can hear me over the deadening silence. I scream
again at the people
around me, tucked into their comfort blankets and toasting
their fingers
next to happy, smug fires, but alas, useless. Tears escape
my eyes
but freeze before they can roll down my cheeks as I watch
everyone around me
merrily and happily sing and laugh. Occasionally, someone
passes a glance behind
them to see me—the corners of their stretched lips loosening
into chagrin. Once in a
blue moon, someone approaches from the fires and tells me to
try harder to not be cold—
that by me being stuck fireless and without a blanket in
this storm, I have made them cold.
Someone the other day told me I had to right to be freezing
when I’m surrounded
by people who possess fires. I can’t speak because this
tundra froze
my mouth completely shut. They grow annoyed by my inability
to move
to say anything
and throw their hands in the air, letting out a panting sigh
of exasperation
proclaiming they did what they could before leaving for the
fire. And I am
left alone once again, cold and freezing.
It’s August, and I’m so cold.
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11-01-15 10:47 PM
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I'll only post two for now because there's so many, and I'd like to keep them all in one thread because I've written so much but don't wanna post like a million things aaa. ;u; If anyone likes them, lemme know. I like hearing feedback. It helps me and stuff. Plus, I know I don't really have a rhyming scheme with my poetry because most of the time, I just pour it out from my heart. And I'm horrible at making things rhyme haha ;-;. 
I'll only post two for now because there's so many, and I'd like to keep them all in one thread because I've written so much but don't wanna post like a million things aaa. ;u; If anyone likes them, lemme know. I like hearing feedback. It helps me and stuff. Plus, I know I don't really have a rhyming scheme with my poetry because most of the time, I just pour it out from my heart. And I'm horrible at making things rhyme haha ;-;. 
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Just wow :O Cold is amazing since I understand what you mean, but Freedom is good too. In fact, Freedom seemed more like a short story than a poem to me. In my opinion, there's a common deep aspect in both of these poems - the feeling of abandonment.

Please do continue to write poems, they're a great way to bring out feelings you probably normally wouldn't. Maybe you can even learn something about yourself from them

Final note, don't worry about the rhymes, I think poems are more than just rhymes. But, if you want you can start by trying to include a rhyme or two in your next poem.
Just wow :O Cold is amazing since I understand what you mean, but Freedom is good too. In fact, Freedom seemed more like a short story than a poem to me. In my opinion, there's a common deep aspect in both of these poems - the feeling of abandonment.

Please do continue to write poems, they're a great way to bring out feelings you probably normally wouldn't. Maybe you can even learn something about yourself from them

Final note, don't worry about the rhymes, I think poems are more than just rhymes. But, if you want you can start by trying to include a rhyme or two in your next poem.
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11-02-15 11:22 PM
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MangaGirl8 :  

Thank you! v u v I'm really glad you liked my poetry. c: It makes me happy. A lot of the poems I write come from how I feel during the time, so a lot of them aren't edited and I like keeping them that way. Raw emotion. Plus, when I read over them, I reflect on how I feel now compared to how I felt then--am I better or worse? So far, better. ^-^

I have a few more pre-written ones I wrote ages ago, but in the future I'll challenge myself to write one with a rhyme scheme just to see if I can do it. It'll probably be Dr. Seus like but oh well. :p 
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Thank you! v u v I'm really glad you liked my poetry. c: It makes me happy. A lot of the poems I write come from how I feel during the time, so a lot of them aren't edited and I like keeping them that way. Raw emotion. Plus, when I read over them, I reflect on how I feel now compared to how I felt then--am I better or worse? So far, better. ^-^

I have a few more pre-written ones I wrote ages ago, but in the future I'll challenge myself to write one with a rhyme scheme just to see if I can do it. It'll probably be Dr. Seus like but oh well. :p 
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The Sun

The sun will always rise over the horizon
Slowly, but beautifully budding forth.
Bestowing light onto a shadow-filled world,
Blessing it in its warmth, the sun awakens
For you and all its smiling creatures,
Yet why do you rise?
Why do you remove yourself from your safe haven
In the waxing hours of the morn
If to merely shade your heart with icy, vengeful whirling winds?
What warmth do you wait for if not for your Mother’s,
for She is the one who birthed and nurtured you?
Do you not enjoy the sounds outside your meager home
She placed into your life for you to stop and hear?
Are you not thankful for the gifts She’s given?
You are lonely for the warmth of a companion,
A strange who’s face you’ve yet to see,
Leaving yourself in the cold winds of Depression,
yet a warm, blissful companion hangs in the sky.
Our Mother whispers to you, “Come play outside.
Let the friends I’ve made for you feed the loneliness within your heart.”
The sun will always rise over the rise to great you
And the sun will always set with a satisfying sigh
But people will come and go from your life.
We are unreliable creatures, selfish creatures,
Imperfect creatures,
So won’t you come
And enjoy a little sun
From your friend?
The Sun

The sun will always rise over the horizon
Slowly, but beautifully budding forth.
Bestowing light onto a shadow-filled world,
Blessing it in its warmth, the sun awakens
For you and all its smiling creatures,
Yet why do you rise?
Why do you remove yourself from your safe haven
In the waxing hours of the morn
If to merely shade your heart with icy, vengeful whirling winds?
What warmth do you wait for if not for your Mother’s,
for She is the one who birthed and nurtured you?
Do you not enjoy the sounds outside your meager home
She placed into your life for you to stop and hear?
Are you not thankful for the gifts She’s given?
You are lonely for the warmth of a companion,
A strange who’s face you’ve yet to see,
Leaving yourself in the cold winds of Depression,
yet a warm, blissful companion hangs in the sky.
Our Mother whispers to you, “Come play outside.
Let the friends I’ve made for you feed the loneliness within your heart.”
The sun will always rise over the rise to great you
And the sun will always set with a satisfying sigh
But people will come and go from your life.
We are unreliable creatures, selfish creatures,
Imperfect creatures,
So won’t you come
And enjoy a little sun
From your friend?
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I'm still trying to locate some of my tamer poetry. I used to have a super unhealthy relationship that drained everything I had and would write not-so-nice poems about it haha. I'll post more when I find some. 
I'm still trying to locate some of my tamer poetry. I used to have a super unhealthy relationship that drained everything I had and would write not-so-nice poems about it haha. I'll post more when I find some. 
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If I had a Dime

If I had a dime for every time I wanted
to wish away this bestowed visage,
I would be a millionaire.
O where art thou confidence
or a smile?
Hidden behind the frown,
behind the hatred,
behind the lies,
of being okay with how I am.
Love yourself, they say, but
then publicize those nothing like me.
The voices scream starve
Starve
Starve!
And so I do,
for what person deserves
true happiness when born to look like a beast.
A hideous creature
thrust into the circus of the world
with insecure and cowardly ringmasters to
whip and jest at the animal, and a crowd of
fearful people laughing along,
thankful the spotlight is not upon them.
Starve,
Starve,
Starve!
Yourself from the finer feelings because
the only thing you are worth is for
people to use, and so I do.
And people take and use me
and abuse
and betray
Until I have no human qualities left
Die,
Die,
Die!
the voices screech inside my head
But, alas, it is too late
for the personality, the human trapped inside the beast
is already dead.
If I had a Dime

If I had a dime for every time I wanted
to wish away this bestowed visage,
I would be a millionaire.
O where art thou confidence
or a smile?
Hidden behind the frown,
behind the hatred,
behind the lies,
of being okay with how I am.
Love yourself, they say, but
then publicize those nothing like me.
The voices scream starve
Starve
Starve!
And so I do,
for what person deserves
true happiness when born to look like a beast.
A hideous creature
thrust into the circus of the world
with insecure and cowardly ringmasters to
whip and jest at the animal, and a crowd of
fearful people laughing along,
thankful the spotlight is not upon them.
Starve,
Starve,
Starve!
Yourself from the finer feelings because
the only thing you are worth is for
people to use, and so I do.
And people take and use me
and abuse
and betray
Until I have no human qualities left
Die,
Die,
Die!
the voices screech inside my head
But, alas, it is too late
for the personality, the human trapped inside the beast
is already dead.
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writingwolves : These poems are pretty interesting. Did you write these to help deal with hurt? I really like the words you use though. Although I kinda wish they didn't feel that hopeless. But that's my personal preference. I'll keep up with this thread.
writingwolves : These poems are pretty interesting. Did you write these to help deal with hurt? I really like the words you use though. Although I kinda wish they didn't feel that hopeless. But that's my personal preference. I'll keep up with this thread.
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I wrote these to deal with depression a long time ago. These are several months old and I know several of them I used to deal with a really bad relationship I was trying to break out of (it was a friendship instead of romantic relationship but nonetheless pretty traumatizing). And I used to have a lot of self-loathing. :/ I'm so much better now than I was then tho. c: I just like going through and looking at stuff like this and seeing all the tiny improvements I've made. It makes me feel good, like I'm making progress through life and it makes it really feel like life gets better. Idk. Coping skills mang
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I wrote these to deal with depression a long time ago. These are several months old and I know several of them I used to deal with a really bad relationship I was trying to break out of (it was a friendship instead of romantic relationship but nonetheless pretty traumatizing). And I used to have a lot of self-loathing. :/ I'm so much better now than I was then tho. c: I just like going through and looking at stuff like this and seeing all the tiny improvements I've made. It makes me feel good, like I'm making progress through life and it makes it really feel like life gets better. Idk. Coping skills mang
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I never liked or understood poetry (except for songs and poems that rhyme), but I have to say. . . you have fantastic writing skills! I am enticed to read more, even though they're kind of saddening, but still. I really enjoyed reading your poems, and hope you post more!
I never liked or understood poetry (except for songs and poems that rhyme), but I have to say. . . you have fantastic writing skills! I am enticed to read more, even though they're kind of saddening, but still. I really enjoyed reading your poems, and hope you post more!
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