Share original poems here.

I always suspect no one could ever get what I'm even talking about in poems except me, but whatever, maybe someone will. Also, it's a totally coincidence both these poems mention teachers. Edit: also a coincidence both my username and poem reference Salinger. Gah. I'm an idiot.

The End
It seemed like you'd always want to see a boy in the mirror but
this week you want to see a little girl with pigtails and a peak cap.
You listen to Use Somebody in the bath like you did at thirteen.
The feeling of belonging has dissipated.

You want to talk to your teacher about
eye contact and special interests and misfired jokes.
You think she'd half get it. You buy her a
box of chocolates instead.

These Are The Days
These are the days my bomber jacket makes me want to
read gay Shakespeare sonnets to no one in a park.
My teacher liked my essay on The Catcher In The Rye but
didn't see me crying at the lockers a
hoodie not a hunting hat and won't you let me
slip into his skin and walk around New York in Winter
It's almost Summer now and it has been five years since I
was up a tree and just let me
slip into his skin and wear pretentious badges on my rucksack,
"What now?" we wonder as we check our papers for the seventh time,
I know that I'm not making sense but all the colours tend to bleed
into a sort of brown and then I'm
left wondering why I can't just slip into his skin,
into the strings part of a Lou Reed song,
my hands inside my crumpled pockets.

---------- Post added 13th May 2016 at 12:52 PM ----------

By the way, I really love this and also really love Laura Jane Grace <3

 

I wrote these when I was truly struggling with depression, I'm over it now, but I though I'd share either way.

Spoiler

About anxiety:
Normal

All my darkness inside
my demons' make no effort to hide.
I try to smile try to be brave
but on the inside, I crumble in shame.
Fear overcomes me,
My breath weakes
Heart best racing
Frozen in fear, deals like death is near.
But it's all on the inside,
On the outside I shake.
My world falls around me
I feel 20 feet tall,
And then
It all goes back to normal.


About depression / self harming:
War

Just do it, just do it they tell me
One time won't hurt a fly.
One slice is all it takes
To open the door to a perfectly imperfect hell.
Now they won't shut up, won't go away
The voices telling me it's all okay.
It'll never be over, it's hopeless.
I'll do it a thousand times more.
No one wins this battle
No one wins this war.

Don't mind the fact that every line starts with a capital letter, my phone does that automatically >.>

 

Sketchy like most of my poetic works, but oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Requiem of a Broken Dream
She strolled, curious as the critters themselves, unwitting, but not unseeing
Her world reflected the same color as would later her clear, blue eyes
Grey, her surroundings were hard in the unravelling, but not yet were they threatening
But that was soon to change, as the demons in the back of her mind took form, and robbed her, not of what she had hope in, but of hope itself
She killed the light in her eyes as the torrential storms threatened to claim her for their own
Unseeing, she went forth, blindly seeking pleasure and abstraction from her being proper
Ever seeking conclusion, ever navigating the same pattern of ambitious failure, she wandered,
Unwitting, unseeing

 

Here's one I made some months ago. Only one I can really post because I was too ashamed and didn't like it enough to post it on my wordpress Other ones are findable online or in french :/

Liking Someone Who's Fatally Flawed

I hear you say nothing the loudest you can
It's beautiful
As long as it's from you I'll listen
Though I know it's hurtful
We're both unable to do things correctly
But let it last, let it consume us completely
For now, let's just appreciate our perfectness
Mend our hearts that's been a mess
For far too long...

Together we're so alone
So will we when it's all gone

 

Truth in lyrics

When it comes to the truth
There is but one rule
To follow the sublime is divine
Not to do it is a crime.

Philosophy leaves you sad,
Science makes you mad.
But poetry comes from the heart
And that makes it the real art.

When the poet climbs heaven’s stairs
And angels come in pairs
When love bathеs him whole
And the sublime fills his soul
He gives me his heart
Until death do us part.

 

it was monochrome until
the wind whispered her name
she brought a rainbow
and i was certain
this love was worth the rain.

 

I wrote 16 bars over Ride by twentyonepilots

This ride called life, I think I need a wife
Not really, I'm gay, but still I still try
To live my life, make the most of my time
But still I still write this hella sick rhyme
To make myself feel like i'm living it right
Even when I'm stuck in a helpless fight
I used to smoke weed but now it's not me
Weed's expensive but life is free

This ride called life, got it on my mind
If only the path was as clear as Sprite
If it was that easy, that would be tight
But instead I'm here writing at night
What's wrong, what's right, keeps me up at night
Sometimes the bark can be worse than the bite
The time is 3:09, I guess that's fine
One last line of rhymes of mine

This was all off the top of my head last night but I kinda like it

 

Spoiler

I'd forgotten that I'd written this,
When I thought it couldn't get worse,
I thought this pain I'd never miss,
Thought I'd end on a happy verse.
But now I'm 18, and I've forgotten all I knew,
Take me back to the summers before we grew.

 

That was beautiful! Very well done, and obviously very meaningful.

Some poems of mine:

An Autumn Evening

An Autumn evening
Chicken feet through fallen leaves
Cool air on warm faces

Solemnity

Solemnity from every pore
Silently contemplating his own mood
A warm smile does him no good
From anyone but I

Solemnity, silent anger, and brooding remembrance
Are no match for a dedicated love

Parade Rest

You'll see not a single smile
Nor an expression on their faces
Everyone is neat
And straight laced

Even with a DI breathing down their necks
And a few months without even the thought of sex

You'd think they'd be just a little more relaxed
In something called Parade Rest

Bright Man's Rest

Bright Man's Rest is short but sure
Rumpled hair and blanket on floor
He twitches, dreaming of an old war

Fear not, Bright Man, for that war is no more.

 

Is it just me or can’t you see
You just belong together
Don’t even play it cool
We both know they’re into you
Don’t lie, don’t hide
I know I’m right
So I’ll give you some advice

Just kiss already
They’re lips so close, you can’t miss it
You’ll love it, really
So just believe me
And kiss already

You’re basically a couple
Holding hands and blushing
Aren’t you guys a thing?
It isn’t much trouble
Your mouths already know the shape of their name
If it goes wrong, I’ll take the blame
Just don’t make me say it again

Just kiss already
Everybody’s waiting
You can’t make a mistake
Just get a taste
It can even be chaste
I don’t care, take a risk, just kiss

When you’re not around
They don’t make a sound
Just stare beyond me, eyes sparkling
And whenever you come up in conversation
Which happens rather often
Several hues of red are added to their complexion
And I know that’s a contradiction
But I’m gone in frustration

Just kiss already
Don’t make a fuss
What are you even waiting for?
Don’t act like it’s a chore
Once you try, you’ll want more
Please just hurry up and kiss.

- Just Kiss Already, A poem written for the ships :icon_wink

 

A few months ago, you wrote this, in the hopes of better days,
But you never knew you could feel so much worse, your future is a haze.
And you've lost someone you love, and the only one who made you smile is gone.
Inside your heart is only pain, and you don't want to go on,
And I never knew such pain, I swear I never knew,
Take me back to the summers I spent with you.

 

Hmmmm......*is nervous*.....never really shared this all that much before. Yes, the rhyme and a billboard did inspire this

One, Two
Know What to do?
Three, Four
Open the door.
Five, Six
Don't assume Cis
Seven, Eight
Don't assume Straight
Nine, Ten
Don't assume 'Them'.

 

Sinking Sorrows

One day, you appeared at the corner of the street
One day, I felt a peculiar yet rose heat
One day, a faint fragrance enveloped our hands
That day, a jubilant smile crept on my face

Then, a rippling tsunami flooded our graceful garden
I am sorry, I have to leave
Or our boat will dismally sink
In this frivolous sea that people falsely name freedom

I’m sorry, I was not good enough
Only my tears fuel this heinous ocean
I’m sorry, if I admire your aura one more time
Surging waves will devour our love

Therefore I have to painfully tell you,
Goodbye, my precious darling

It is better for us to live in a perpetual distortion of truth

(Hope that it wasn't too bad, it's one of my first poems that I've ever written! It's about how society sadly stops a gay couple to fall in love and be together.)

 

"I don't know me, don't know what I see."

I don't really know how, I don't really know what,
My heart'S racing one minute, then it's drastically flat.
don't know why, I don't know me
Does anybody really know everything they see?

Does anyone know, can anyone comprehend?
In this vast universe, will I just eternally try to blend?
will anyone be willing to pull me out of this misery?
Is anyone brave enough to see the unvarnished me?

Try to break my wall, and get inside my mind
Break my heart tremendously and then just leave me behind
I am happy, I am sad
I am indifferent, I am glad.

I am strange and I am moody
What the fuck! this is just getting silly.
Don't know how, don't know what
I Don't know me, don't know what I see.

 

The sad gift of life

Little by little
Bit by bit
Ever so slowly
But on fire within

The fire burns low
Grows smaller every day
The gift we were given
Will soon again away

I wish I could stay
I wish with all my heart
But the clock ticks forward
A shadow on the run

No matter where I stop
Or if I stop to fall
The shadow on the run
Never stops at all