Poetry & Art

For your poems.

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Life itself

  May 31st, 2018 by Justaclique

It’s kinda a shit poem that I wrote when I was at a low point but I had the courage to show it to my sister and she laughed. I felt like I was gonna get a different reaction where she would finally realise “shit you need help” but I guess nothing changes in this shitty world.

Life itself

I lay here hopelessly upon my bed
Where words seem to fall but yet,
They never seem to leave my head where I sit behind a colourless screen and constantly keep falling in and out of a bad dream,
The net I cast to set me free only [...]
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I just wrote this piece of shit “poem” that just popped into my head and needed a place to express it.

  May 30th, 2018 by Shadowblood

I’m going for a stroll tonight
Through the woods without a fright
Tired of putting up this fight
I need to escape from this life

Stars above me
Ground below
wind whispering all my dark secrets yet untold
I wander for miles
Looking up at the stars
My head teeming with voices
Who tell me a thousand lies

I take another step
To the edge of the world
As I look into the valley
I don’t feel the cold
But a strange sense of peace
For what’s about to unfold
I look up one last time
And kiss the stars goodbye
The voices now silent
As my [...]
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Can we cut this man some slack?

  May 30th, 2018 by imsosorry2468

Chemicals like drugs
They feel like they come from my best friend
You think me a coward but I am a warrior
With many voices in my head
When I looked around and I reached out
I saw no alternative

And God rest, God rest our souls
And this substance is the only comfort I know
He’s been hurting for a while
Can we cut this man some slack
And let him lie down, let him lie down

Alanis Morissette, Rest


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  May 30th, 2018 by visual eyes


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To clipped-wings

  May 26th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Hey,you know that you’re not a burden…In fact,you’re one the nicest persons I’ve ever talked to.I keep thinking of you and I admire and respect you.I don’t think that anyone has something mean or bad to say about you (well,at least here in the SP). Now,since you like poetry,I’d like to do something for you… I’ll give you a poem (and I hope you’ll like it) written by one of the greatest poets who ever lived…This is ”The Guest House” ,by Jalaluddin Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks):

 

The Guest House

 

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, [...]
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Moth

  May 19th, 2018 by alienCY

I've been thinking a lot this last year. About life and death in a deeper way. I wrote a poem a few months ago inspired by Aurora's love for moths. (Aurora is an amazing singer! Listen to her song "Awakening" if you want) Moth Lifespan so short. Wings so big, so beautiful... Why do you fly? Hey moth, why do you keep rushing to the light? Why don't you just, rest for tonight? Next day I found you still; frozen. I wonder did you die in the dark..? Or did you fall asleep in the light..?
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if not the best

  May 18th, 2018 by iamdarling

my two favourite youtubers are on tour together. yeah, so…

last night, i went to one of their shows.
it was so fun and so incredible.
it might’ve been one of the best nights of my life, if not the best.


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The window

  May 17th, 2018 by PurpleCrystal

See the world through a window. A world that I spend a good time imaginating myself there, being one of its inhabitants, pretending how things could be better, not necessarily perfect, just a place where I could be happy, but it’s a world that I don’t belong, distant, impossible to be reached, and just because a damnful detail that prohibits me to belong to it. I’m just part of the scum, a mistake, an anomaly that is always iluded trying to be equal but knows that never will be, no matter how many times I try. Sometimes I get an acceptance, a false acceptance, just [...]
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Life, death and rebirth

  May 15th, 2018 by PurpleCrystal

She was a woman that was exhausted of everything. Her pain had consumed her inside and was killing her day after day. What was supportable, at some point wasn’t anymore. What gave her strength, at some point didn’t give anymore. There was a moment that she realized that no matter how she tryed to run away from her problem, run away from herself, she couldn’t deny the fact that she hated so much, because the memories from her past were tormenting her, and no matter how she wanted to forget all of that, more the memories were showing up in her mind, as if she [...]
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Poem for Death

  May 13th, 2018 by Browknee

I see the scythe
wanting it to come closer
knowing my day will come
I ponder

who will mourn
who will cry
who will follow in my footsteps
and who will simply
not bat an eye

people are confusing
they say one thing
but think the other
once my friend
now a stranger

what will they do
when the farmer strikes
and takes me away


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Please, flush it all away….

  May 7th, 2018 by atlasbleeding1

“Mother in Arms”

The world, in its glorious wonder

     Will burn down its wretched inhabitants;

Or they shall scorch themselves to ashes,

     With their infinite knowledge.

Regression to the former, renewal’s blessing.

     The naivety of our progress,

While She slowly suffers from our strife and sloth.

 

” Mass Extinction”

Life is passing you by,

But these people are not worth salvage.

Thus, acclimation is only by necessity,

For human contact.

Walden seems like Olympus.

Nothingness seems like Everything.

 

“To Starve”

I [...]
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A love letter;

  May 6th, 2018 by stilte

I miss the words that I deleted. They felt more real.
There is this really heavy hole somewhere in my body and it’s growing. I remember when it first came. I was 12. I thought it was just a wound, you know? I thought it would heal and it would go away like any other time I’ve been hurt.
I thought that if I stopped paying attention to it, it would go away. That’s what I was always taught, I mean.
But it didn’t. The hole just kept getting bigger and heavier and darker and it’s lost. No, I’m lost. I’m lost in this hole [...]
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DEATH SOMETIMES WALKS ON PADDED FEET

  May 5th, 2018 by s.h45@yahoo.com

 

When death is so near, sometimes it walks on padded feet, strumming the ground like a guitarist, rhythmically – louder – softer, then with fingers on the wood, tap, tap… tap, tap. The sound is everywhere, no one can hear it but the poor fuck.   It builds and then suddenly subsides, then as each pebble of doubt and every dark word is cast into the waters of his mind, the song builds again on each ripple.   Inside his head each wave combines with the last, getting larger and larger. With the sound of the pebbles dropping into the water, cast by each tap, tap… tap, [...]
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this is not a Poem

  May 1st, 2018 by SerendipityJune

how do i write these words
as soon as i get my paper
my pen
the thoughts are fleeing my mind
as a great flock of doves
escaping a storm
to leave me behind
with darker skies
and storming clouds
surrounding me
i reach for a light
the only light
cup my hands around it
hold it tight
protect it
and i let it free
to shine its light
upon the world
around me
a firefly
embracing the world
i watch it leave
and feel a pang
in my heart
it is selfish
others need light
but i still recoil
from the shock
of the [...]
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  May 1st, 2018 by Heh

But our thoughts are darker than the deepest of woods… how will the light ever, possibly get through? 


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True Fear

  April 29th, 2018 by Koda

“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”

– Marcus Aurelius


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Hidden One

  April 29th, 2018 by mo992

I smile often when I’m in public. A strong clear smile.

I laugh loudly as well. So loud you could hear from a hundred miles.

With this I attempt to conceal. To present a false sense to the ones I love.

The people who’s opinions I do wish to preserve.

I try to conceal, not only for me, but also for them.

I do not want to cause them much suffering by knowing me.

I do not want my illness to spread like a plague to them and the heavens.

So I conceal, I hide, I smile, I laugh, I dance, I distract, I please, I HIDE.

Am I the only hidden one?


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  April 28th, 2018 by visual eyes


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It Looked At Me – An Original, On The Spot Poem

  April 27th, 2018 by Koda

It Looked At Me

I stood in my doorway on a day

Nothing special, nothing the same

A crack, a flash

It created a grey war above

And dampened the ground

Around

My vulnerable figure

The feelings were forming

In the pit of my stomach

I try to fight them

Where did they come from?

I asked over

And over

 I looked up at the waging war

The culprit at hand

And it looked at me too


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  April 27th, 2018 by visual eyes


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