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Don't try to change me
You're never gonna save me
You can't save yourself
Plan to practice multiple forms of poetry and I'll be starting with Haiku. Some will be traditional, but most will probably not. :)
TD 2d
Mom and Dad,
Safety and some place to go to,
Things most have.

Happiness is safety,
Like a place to go home to,
During a war there is no home,
No safety,
Not even love.

Sometimes this war is depression,
A long battle,
Difficult to overcome in its entirety,
Like every war,
Depression is something you can’t fight on your own,

Some things in the war remind you of what it was like,
What it was like before the war,
They give moments of clarity,
They show you what you’re fighting for.

These things can be simple as a smile,
A goodbye,
A compliment,
Or as important as,
A long meaningful talk,
A good hug.

When you receive these,
The battle is easier to fight for a moment,
So please give it to others,
Share the clarity,
Win a war.
Close your eyes,
Calm your mind,
Let my words
Be the guide.

As I kiss you
In the night
I can see through
All that's kind.

Yet I've failed,
Once again,
I should of done it
But I couldn't then.

I know I've fallen,
And I'm afraid,
Don't want to get hurt,
Or be betrayed.

Oh, please tell me,
If it's only a game.
It doesn't matter,
But it'd be a shame.
Dani 6d
It sure is such a rarity
To have any kind of clarity
In this pall we’re cover with - no verity
Grey is not lit with any prosperity
Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity
Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity
Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy
A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy
Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy
Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity
Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..
When the day is gloomy, depressed, and/or down feeling. When you feel that the world about you is so far away from any of your senses....
Rafał 7d
I thought I was in love but it turned out to be ****.
It’s always the same way when I turn to bust a nut.
I felt the butterflies, but I think I drowned them all
In the bath of tea and the sea of alcohol.

How should I keep on loving girls?
All I look for is a bit of a cheap thrill.
I adore your looks and your mimics are so cute
But it goes away when the *** leaves my flute

Now my mind is clear and I no longer starve
I used to be turned on, but now it makes me ****.
Why are conversations always super hard?
Girls barely say anything, I always have to talk.

But I don’t care, got my hand, a box of tissues by the bed
And five minutes later I can finally comprehend
All the subtle needs programmed in my body
That it’s the hormones talking when they tell me to be naughty.
Tanaya Jan 12
Will I ever prove that I exist? What do I exist as?

I may try and be a shadow to you
trying to protect you from the scorching heat,
but will I ever know that you're a night wanderer?

I may try to be the rainbow
for the silver lining in your storm,
but will I know that you constantly live in a drought?

I may even be a nightingale
filling your ears with music divine,
but when will you tell me that you are deaf?
Deaf to my yearnings and my cries,
and blind towards the tears
that wouldn't come out of my eyes.
Deaf to the rhythm my heart beats for you,
And yet I keep making the music.
I keep making the music.

I keep making the music,
perhaps to prove that I exist.
But what decides existence?
Do I exist?

I exist in nostalgia,
when people remember their first true loves.
I exist in memoirs,
of the greatest rivals they made.
I exist as the guidelines,
of the way they shouldn't live their lives.
I exist in their sensations,
illuminating how comforting a touch should be.

Yet I need to prove that I exist.
It's clear now.
I exist.
And you do too,
even if it is as a reader or critic of a this mere poem on this website.
I know you're there.
Nathalie Jan 5
I feel this wave of energy

Flowing through me

I am gradually lifting

To this euphoric state

I am fully aware of my presence

And with captivating clarity

I see beyond

What my eyes can see

I am moved by the

Language of my imagination

I am immersed in beauty and love

There is no ceiling

To where my spirit is leading me

It is the compass of dreams fulfilled

I trust in its itinerary

And divine timing

I rejoice in the dance

As if I was sharing

These moments with a cherished friend

I am loyal to my commitment

To thee as I know it

Always has my best interest at heart

Stark Dec 2018
a wise eyed cynic
head full of rational thought
ignored by his only friend

as i descend into madness,
will you be my Horatio?
standing through it all
with the utmost clarity?

Oh, to be Horatio
as your closest friends are dragged into the clutches of insanity
shakespearean bffs, pt 1
Makenzie Marie Dec 2018
I never wrote
happy poems

(And even if I could,
They weren’t any good.)

But with you,
I do.
aih Dec 2018
You say to go with the flow
But I move with a heart full of love
Despite the pain I carry
Ready to give.
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