I write, just because I love to write. But I am always up for constructive criticism...

So here is the first poem of mine in this thread...there are many secrets inside of it, and surely a couple different ways it can be read. As I've stated before, this one is very personal to me...one that, before I read Whisper_Softly's poetry, I did not want to show anyone.


SHADED

Whisked
into the darkness-

For a long time
I have
held
onto the
glints of sunrise
and my
shredded dreams,

...my bright-eyed hopes
of wonder
had long been
ripping at the seams...

It was
lifetimes ago
since that shade
first fell over me
(just as
your hand had fallen
securely over my mouth),


my whispered cries

-of pain-

-of rage-

-of shame-

-of fear-

barely slipping through
the cracks...


my screams
left to grow inside
my heart, my soul
forevermore,
(must separate myself from the shade.
I scratch at myself, the shade)
nightmares
falling upon me
like haunting
shadows
(I claw at myself, the shade)
of you cutting through me
like scissors
to paper...

...I tear through
you...
...the shade...

and I spin into
a downward spiral,
as my tears wash away
the rest
of the "impenetrable"
darkness
I have so long endured.

Yes, it still hurts.
-But you have not won-


-I step into
the light.

Wow that poem is amazing!

I agree love, that poem is amazing..

Fantastic poem. so wish I didn't have writers block now!

Argh! Your not alone I'm stuck trying to write this song...

This aqua surf
provides my desk...
upon this seaside breeze,
I lay my head.

And loneliness does clout my thoughts,
for what I need to say, I just cannot.
I'm stuck, afloat atop this ocean turf
drifting nowhere, somewhere all at once.
Frigid waves clapping their hands
serve as my muzzled pleas;
this salty foam's consuming me,
filling my body from within.

So if you ask me, "What's going on?"
If it's something bad, I'll still respond,
"Not much."

And in this sea of which I'm trapped,
there is, beneath, all that I feel,
all that pains me and resides
below the surface, deep down inside...
I long to say all that I need,
and release these liquid chains of me.

Send to me the words to say
besides my "Nothing's wrong" and "I'm okay",
because those are the first that come to mind,
though in my mind they're not the same.

And even through such suffocation,
through such bitter isolation,
I must swim through and see things as right,
saying I'm all right,
despite
things being not.

Oh, and thanks for the sweet comments, guys.

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could make me love you less...

Holy shitake mushrooms!
you have some major talent, post more!

It's too quiet...

Monotony cracks as the deafening silence slowly begins to stir...
there's a chaotic gust of wind conjured,
flowing on cat paws through all chambers of my heart-
the way you've appeared has caught me off guard.
Once chilled to the bone,
you warmed up my soul,
never astray again, never alone...

Then with a burst of crystal clouds,
that pleasant storm of you dies down,
left with the whispering breeze that tickles my soul,
that's not quite seen yet all about,
wrapping around
every curvature,
every empty place,
and every lonely space of my self...

...You've tread through my life as the head of a comet, a bright tail trailing after.
But your everlasting footprints reside upon my heart.
They remind me you were there.

They remind me that you are.

for some reason Alanis came to my mind


I loved them , really