As some of you might already know. I'm Moon. This is my third attempt at keeping a thread alive.
It's totally gonna die, and I might cry. But it's worth a try :3
^ Poem of the OP. Please Help the poem prove itself wrong, and don't let it die. Donate your time and feedback to this poor thread, so it can feed it's baby poems. :>
Anyways. I'm not really sure what all this will contain, I just hope there will actually be people willing to help me become better at whatever I try to do. So... I guess that means I will be writing (duh), drawing, and other artsy-fartsy stuff I shall attempt.
So... That's all I have for the OP! I hope that all onlookers will enjoy what I do!
I'm sick of this fake smile, I'm sick of this fake me. What do I do? What am I supposed to be? Somebody help. Someone help me.
I'm crying out to the world, But life just isn't fair. Is it normal for me to think, That absolutely no one cares? It's times like this, That I wonder what to do. Help out everyone else? Or try and be new.
I just want some answers. I just want to see. Who am I? What am I supposed to be?
I guess I'll just Help everybody in need. But on the inside I will die, Because I'm too ashamed to cry. I ask for help now, But later I will refuse it. I think that writing this, Helps me out a little bit.
Maybe someone cares, Someone, out there. Meanwhile, I'll just suffer alone. Carrying my burden with a fake smile, All the way home.
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Most of the poems from now on will be older ones from me, so do not expect anything good ._. And it's a lot lot lot lot lot of old poems. Sorry if I repost any of them.
A bit o' backstory for nostalgia purposes? Plus boredom.
I was helping a lot of "sad" people with their lives, while mine was far worse than their petty problems. And I was really sick of having to be a crutch for everyone, while I just got pushed to the ground because no one was there for me. When I asked for a bit of help from the people I was helping, they just got mad and called me selfish and etc, and I was fed up. So I wrote this poem from the top of my head, like all the other poems, and I feel like this one played out rather nicely with my idea of just becoming a new person so everyone would like me and not think I was just some loser you call on when you need help.
Streaks of light Bleach the sky With it's simplicity A brilliant shine Soft blue Fades to black Waiting for the dew To appear on the grass The green And blue The black And white The colors How to indite How to recite To the blind of beauty The blind of nature Why should I explain? Is it my duty? But I must share The breathtaking scene But how can I To those who haven't seen... I will try But know I might fail Beauty held by my eye Must prevail
Mimzei keep it up, though I would like to see more poems with more words. After all, a poem is still heavily dependent on strong diction. All this modern stuff and icky free verse tires after a while.
And @ nicho, all of these are from my old thread. Nothing is new anymore lol. I have like 13 pages of nothing but poetry to go from my old thread, so get used to it. XP But when I get time, I'll write something or another that isn't in this modern and icky free verse.
I don't love you. Like I did before. Not like yesterday, When it was all okay. I cried so hard. Trying to get you back, But you don't wanna stay. Not with me, anyway. I'll never be the same, Now that you are gone. You just got up walked out. Left me to guess what it is about. After all this time, You spent playing pretend. I don't have the time to Prepare my heart to defend. I thought it was fine, But apparently not. Do you now how it feels, To have your heart shot? Your bullet of imitation, Went through and through. The last thought on my mind, Will always be about you. But my crazy thoughts, Of you coming back. It's not you, But sense that I lack. So no, I don't love you Like I did before. I was stupid to think that yesterday, Everything was okay.
A heap of shattered glass and dust is all that remains. A constant clash of minds is a harsh mental drain. We hurt each other and ourselves at the same time. Nothing we can do will fix this brutal crime.
A heap of shattered glass and dust is all that remains. Nothing can fix this eternal heartfelt pain.
I always lied to you And never felt bad You kept coming back And that made me so mad. I never gave you a reason to love me I always hated that you stayed I wanted you to go So I could be alone
I hurt you too much The last time around When I realized I loved you And you couldn't forgive me Because I broke your heart too many times before You couldn't seem to find it in you To let someone in So I saw you shut your heart down And store all emotions beneath the skin. So this is a goodbye To all of my family and friends I just want all of this to end.
