Anybody here write poetry and short stories?

[JAY?]

I was once told
To let the girl I love go
And if it was meant to be
She'd come back to me
But how long do I have to wait
Will months turn into years
Will watery eyes turn into tears

I forgot the rest
I was simping when I was 16

 

[Malik]

Six months later and I only have 150 pages


I trashed my first draft 170 pages in, started completely over....If I hadn't done that, I'd have 300+ pages

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

Wrote a poem a few days ago, check it out.


Misfortune leads to catastrophe,
Why is nature mad at me?
Sun, and rain,
It's all the same.
Smiles alike frowns,
When my world has been tipped upside down.
Cold roads, I walk as if my feet were bare,
Being happy, is not the only way to live without a care.
Once clear, my vision has gone queer.
Everyone pays a price,
And today I have paid my fare.

 

[Abstract83]

My favorite color maybe red dress layin in the bed flying dessert eagle watch her wings spread/ ridin on this airplane called life living in the blue sky/ lifting high as I move forward clutch shiftin see the tortured embracement in her eyes/ love and pain struggling in the deep rain/ darkened skies got this plane tiltin I thrust back wantin this love to survive/ glancing up we reaching new height climax together coming for a landing hope u enjoyed this flight/

 

[SemiEnlightenedBum]

Am I Here,
Here I Am,
I Am Not Here..,
Where Am I,
And How Did I Get Here

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

Wrote one a day ago while on my break.

Lamp post's, shadowed by trees,
Sky bridges and blue skies,
Buses hum.
Disgruntled cars run,
As their breaks cry.
This all happens,
Under the sun,
In the presence of,
A blue sky

 

[Raava]

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My eyes are so weak, no sleep

Dry, cracked, tears are my only relief

Warm wet water raises and falls

I breathe and sigh

Grab my chest

Wipe my cheek

Close my eyes

Open them to pain again

I stare into space

Blank face

I feel so empty

I feel like I have no feelings

Yet I have so many...

My facade is crumbling

People calling to check on me

Texting me

Maybe it won't be a shock if I end me...

Cause sometimes you get to a point where you are tired

I am tired of being strong

I am tired of being big

I am tired of being nice and sweet

Precarious positions I put myself in

No longer built for them

Ready to be weak now

I can no longer hide behind my smile

Its weak

Like my eyes

My tears are no longer refreshing

They just add to the strain

I am tired of heavy heart and pain

Tired of situations I can't change.

 

[Shaman]

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[IronFist]

done

 

[Poh SIti Dawn]

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"Have you ever wanted to fly in a fighter jet? Me too. Look at those giant machines, the color of cement, as dull looking as a cloudy day. Sadly to say, the realization of climbing into one of these rain cloud colored birds is that once put into proper use, rain is the only following. Endless rain, one that drowns many lives. Some are drowned terror, some with sorrow, and some with information provided by the media. Freedom is provided and signified in many ways. This form of freedom soars throughout our skies like rain drops, as misfortune rings like an eagle. "I am sorry" would suffice, if an apology was necessary, but I imagine that it is not."

 

[IronFist]

Memories drift endlessly with no obvious
hindrance to space, no limit to length of thought

the drought is over, replaced by images of happiness & blushing smiles
born of before - wondering if.....

New footsteps tread tremulous over familiar ground
interesting growing with each breath of sheer curiosity

Remnants gather furiously, a mesh of past and present
mystery to mesmerize......and subtly challenge

unknown knowing presses forth desiring to remove the thin lines between the bars











The exchange (dedicated to HER)

 

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