And here we are, a bunch of
  bad poets writing bad poetry
   liking each others thoughts while
    hating our own words, trying to
     keep ourselves open and free in
      a world full of cages and traps, pens
       full of ink, thoughts full of rage, a blank
        white surface being turned into a stage and
          we're yelling and screaming in vain as another
            bad poem dies on the page...

i thought i was holding your hand
but i guess i was holding your heart
you said "don't let go" 
i said "oh" as it hit the asphalt
do you think gravity knows 
that it makes people fall
does it know we go down hard 
because i think you broke the sound barrier 
on your way down to me
but i just let gravity send your heart
straight down to the street
i wasn't thinking 
or maybe i was
just not about you
i'm selfish
and so is gravity 
so i guess you could call it natural
and you can call me gone

[holyoak]

Life is like a boat
and sure people may have yachts
while we're on our row boats
but we're all sailing the same ocean
fighting the same current
the same storms
we're all enduring the same desolate waters
So I vowed to be the boat
the one to lend a hand
when the troubles of life
feel as if they're drowning you
under the cold lonely waters.

And to those who already sunk
to those who feel as if there's no hope
because it's dark and cold
at the bottom of the unforgiving ocean
Well guess what
I'll be going scuba diving
to pick you right up
regardless of how deep you are
and you're going to carry all the treasures
you've found lying on the sands
Because baby the world is your oyster
so I want you to bring along all your ideas
all your emotions and all your pain
I want you to embrace it
because I'll be there offering my hand
since we're all surfing
                                   the
                                        same
                                                current.

Broken realities,
Fists clenched,
Ashes of mine blow in the winds, I have nothing left.
Tears burning,
Heart is stolen.
So empty inside, WHY do I need SOMEONE on my side?
Spine slouching, voice too frail.
You pound at my rotting corpse.
Dying birds are my soul.
Life as I feel it, you could never know.
Ashes, dark infinite space, death, blood, it hurts, especially the fact that I can NOT find the **** escape!
Becoming sand, I'm grown up and up again.
Struggling, holding on for dearest life while every little thing stabs me like a knife.
I'm falling ever so silently like a napkin off a cliff.
But this my background people dismiss.
If the wind blows too hard, nothing will be left.
Oh wait its already gone,
its been this pattern for so very long.

life is so difficult out here in the stars
the rain drops come through the windows
and cover the whirring electronic devices
that are not happy to be wet
at all
i **** out **** poems too like pretty often
are you writing a poem?
yes
starcraft 2 was a game of the past
now i hear the whirring of the tower fan
whirring out and making a better than sound
equal to
look at the face= defeated
lets talk about poetry sometime
and gg
beautifully done
a couple of days agone
five years
scowling cat be gone
******* family doesnt allow for
and it's ok
sorry to be not
i see
sorry to be
and