Okay guys, please don't drag me. This isn't mine but i was reminded of it last week. It's a spoken word, with music. Beware it's 8 and a half minutes long ? But worth it
Oh you just reminded me of slam poetry. Does anyone else watch button poetry? Theres a lot of talent there if u like slam poetry
Ayo I’m reposting this because I didn’t like how I ended it, and I disliked that I put 4 sections in the first, and only 3 in the second, so I made a better ending and made them equal! Existing is hard when I remember I am not mine I am theirs to pick apart and dismember As though you’re their prey I have been taught to cling Letting anyone take me I’m clutching and grasping Hoping one of them will stay Is this a way a human can survive Constantly tossed around Trying to find a way to live Wishing someone will end me one day This mind cannot settle here These screaming thoughts coursing through me Please tell me someone else can hear My body cannot take anymore bray ... ... ... The thoughts begin to hush A change the body does not reject Gentle hands grazing through the underbrush The dense forest of my mind making way My bones shift and veins pulse Accepting with ease the new feelings It is like a strange yet beautiful appulse Harsh lessons becoming fray He teaches me that I am mine That I am my own and chose to be his Causing such soothing benign I am no longer a wandering stray Shining galaxies have begun to form And we watch the stars while intertwined No one has ever made me so warm I can see myself with him and finally be allay
Literally forgot I posted this, and was just reminded frome someone confratulating me in the rosies for rosie comp - thank you for the lovely feedback
Hope you guys don't mind but I'd like to share another poem Interpret it how you want ♡◇♧♤ Confined to my mind, Thoughts and dreams lay scattered in the graveyard that is my soul. Some days the noise is to loud - my head is to crowded, Some days I feel everything at once. Most days the noise is deafening silent - my head a dying desert, Most days I feel nothing at all. My mind never sleeps, My mind never settles, An upbeat rhythm that roars painfully, Till I'm near insanity. Overwhelming, under-whelming, Loud, silent, Spotlight, shadows.... They come in waves, Strong surges of emotions tipped frothy white, Waves that knock me down, Pulling me to my grave. The waves do not leave me alone, Dragging me under, Burning my lungs and stinging my eyes, My only friends are the shadows that dance. The light fades, I fall deeper and deeper, Am I drowning or suffocating? One is dry and one is wet , either way I choke by the fingers squeezing my fragile heart. I feel like I am dying, Drowning in the abyss of life, Slipping away, Dragged down by the anchor of my past. Emotional and Emotionless, A dying flame in the sea, Rocking back and forth, Slowly dying out... I don't know what's worse, Drowning beneath the waves, Or dying from thirst...
Ummm, so I guess this is something I’ve written. It’s pretty horrible so I do apologise. Stare As the tears run onto my pillow. I remember, I remember the good times we used to have. When we would stay up late and talk as if there was no tomorrow. It hurts, both physically and mentally, To not feel good enough. To feel as if the world is against you. And all because of one stare. You glance at me with those beady eyes Giving no second thought to how I feel. To how it affects me, or the tears which pour. You are safe in your haven of people too scared to rise above you. One day, your stare will mean nothing. Your expulsion of me will mean nothing. But until that day, The fake smile will stay fixed on my face.
Unhealthy One second. That’s all it took for months of work to come crumbling down. For me to remember that I’m still weak. I would overdose on you without a second thought. If it meant that I could see you face to face one more time? I’m so good at convincing myself that we had no problems. Or maybe we didn’t just try hard enough? Sometimes reality cracks through though. I remember. Everything. I’m never sober long anymore these days. Still trying to erase you, us. Working. Trying to heal. Then all it takes is one second.. Then consider me signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours. The forum emo is back ??
This is one of the worst poems I’ve ever written but I love reading and writing poems and I like sharing my self through them. I went through something for years with someone very manipulative. I wasn’t in the best place when I met him and I thought he was my best friend and was helping me. From best friends we grew to more. And I thought I was loved. So I gave him my love. As soon as he knew he had it he waited until a week before our wedding to walk out of my life. Now I’m in a place where I’m trying to love myself again but it’s very hard. So I wrote this a couple nights ago. I spend my days floating by. Trying to grab on to anything That can bring me back And make me feel alive. When he left he took something Something I didn’t know I’d miss I didn’t know how much I needed it. Now I’m stuck. I don’t know how to get down. Grabbing and holding on isn’t enough. I can’t feel my legs anymore. I’ve gotten used to this. The feeling of being numb. I let him take it away. I watched him leave with it. It’s my fault that I’m stuck. Now I’m trying to find my way back down Before I float away for good. But do you understand how hard this is? How much this hurts? How much I hate him? How much I hate me? He’s gone and never coming back. I’m broken and floating away because I gave him my heart. I knew who he was and I thought He could fix me I was hurt and bruised when I met him. With little love for myself. Now that he’s gone I’m broken He took the love I used to have. So I’m floating away But trying to grab on I’m trying to love me again. I’m trying to find it. My arms are tired. I don’t know how long I can hold on. I’m trying but, I need help.
Idol Critically damaged, But damage goods can be restored. Uncomfortably sandwiched, You just wanted to be adored. Instead you were ignored, Cast to the side like your worthless. Depressed and suicidal, You felt as if you had no purpose. Desired like Red Lobster's biscuits, You're poorly wired with short circuits. Bow down before your new King, I can introduce you to the lifestyle of a queen... Cast not your pain to the swine, But understand that you are divine. Look up to discover the vast sky, Deeper than the pain in your eye. Notice the clouds block the view, Their removed in time in queue. That's what I'm doing for you, So that I may get a better view of the real you... I took away your cloudy skies, A different species from other guys. Your head was filled with lies, Now you feel special and energized. Took you out of a bad mindset, And the healing isn't done yet. Restored you to your former glory, It's a happy ending type of story. You feel loved with a purpose, I fixed all of your circuits. You stopped feeling depressed, And you're no longer suicidal. I can't even decide on a title, But you treat me like your idol.
Love Her Elegant, she carries herself with confidence. Dripping with finesse, she's the baddest in existence. Long pretty nails, but never cross her like Jesus. She's a crybaby, she needs love like a fetus. She never had an ego and her heart isn't deceitful. Everywhere she goes, the stares will be evil. Lust and jealousy will always lurk in her path. She's used to hard times, run her a bubble bath. Admire her and tell her things to make her laugh. She holds the hurt inside to show you herself. Beyond the beauty and mask of happiness... She's desperately crying on the inside for help. She cries silently but refuses to scream or yelp. She puts all her trust in you, please don't lie. Don't kill what little hope that's left in her eyes. Ignite the burning passion that she never had. Love her at her worse when she's down bad.
Hope you guys don't mind but I'd like to share another poem Interpret it how you want ♡◇♧♤ Confined to my mind, Thoughts and dreams lay scattered in the graveyard that is my soul. Some days the noise is to loud - my head is to crowded, Some days I feel everything at once. Most days the noise is deafening silent - my head a dying desert, Most days I feel nothing at all. My mind never sleeps, My mind never settles, An upbeat rhythm that roars painfully, Till I'm near insanity. Overwhelming, under-whelming, Loud, silent, Spotlight, shadows.... They come in waves, Strong surges of emotions tipped frothy white, Waves that knock me down, Pulling me to my grave. The waves do not leave me alone, Dragging me under, Burning my lungs and stinging my eyes, My only friends are the shadows that dance. The light fades, I fall deeper and deeper, Am I drowning or suffocating? One is dry and one is wet , either way I choke by the fingers squeezing my fragile heart. I feel like I am dying, Drowning in the abyss of life, Slipping away, Dragged down by the anchor of my past. Emotional and Emotionless, A dying flame in the sea, Rocking back and forth, Slowly dying out... I don't know what's worse, Drowning beneath the waves, Or dying from thirst...