Poetical Justice

Originally posted by Xena
Magnificient! Please give us more Syren! 😄

The Truth

It's not as easy as it seems to write,
But it's easier than breaking down.
The time it takes to release words on paper,
Is a perfect replacement for cracking up.
I swear, this right here?
It's not talent,
It takes no skill,
All it takes is the knowledge that if I don't,
I'll collapse.
And I don't want to collapse,
I don't want to break,
I don't want to crack.
The words that appear when I open my mind,
They're the links that join me to reality.
I'd rather be here,
Doing this,
Than all the way down there,
Doing that.
And you know what that is.
We all know what that is.

Originally posted by badkittykitty
yay! I agree more more more!!clapping

she is wondeful! Her poetry is very inspiring 🙂

Syren, your last poem is beautiful. Where do you get your inspiration from? is just so delicate yet spiritual strong.

🙂

I have no idea 😄

It just kinda comes as I write.

I tend to write a line of words, whatever sentence pops into my head first, and then spiral from there.

It depends what I'm thinking about, it could be as simple as maybe a movie I just watched, or even a post I just read, for instance the last poem was a sort of reply to you guys' praise, y'know?

And thanks 😮

You should get them all together and try to publish.

Publish??

Aaw, shucks 😮

Thanks, if I write enough to fill a book, I'll say Milla sent me 😄

if you have the time to post more poems please do it syren. I appreciate your poetry very much. 🙂

hey so happy I found this here are some of my poems hope everyone likes them

"Confidence"
Step after Step
Caresed with confidence.
An expression stuck to my
memory after a single word.
a single glance
a single hug
a single push back
to confidence

"Liquid"
Blue was the sound of her name,
His tongue red with smooth but
shallow liquid.
Sliced with ultra vain.

It rained that one
day.
The one
that remained forever
far away, but droplets
still dropped on
fingernails and eyelashes.
And they, they the ones
that tend to fall in love,
still danced and kissed hard
on mouths and other obscence
body parts.
Blue was the color of her name,
or so his memorys taught him. While
his tongue was still sliced with
vain and still drowning in
cool, smooth, but extremely shollow
liquid.

Wow, I really like Liquid, but I don't really understand the concept 😄

Yea, it was one of those random days

😂

I have those often enough, just read my poems. I think most of them scream "Help me, I think I need counselling!" 😆

I hope it is okay to put a poem of mine up in here, as i couldn't find another poem thread...

Burnt Tears

Tears that run down my cheeks
Red hot with hurt and anger
Just because you done what you did
Didn't make it right

I lie here at night
Six foot under the world so dark
Still trying to figure out why
It was like being burnt alive
As all the tears i cried
Got burnt on the way down

Tears that ran down my cheeks
Red hot with hurt and anger
Burnt to a crisp in a single flame
It still doesn't mean you'll get the blame...

That's really good Rose ✅

I like that style, twists at the end you know?

And yeah, please feel free to post anything.......

Thx you Syren, all your stuff is gd also... i mainly keep my poems on a site i have, but as its okies to post here i'll post some on here from ym webby for people to read...

Little Window

Such a little window
Such a lot of rain
Running down that window, in pain
Just some little tears
Just a little girl
Life seem to be turning her, upside down
Maybe it was her fault
Maybe it was her friends
Yet is doesn't matter, it wont mend
Hasn't anyone seen her?
Hasn't anyone heard her mind?
It would help her you know, put it all behind
Such a little window
Such a lot of rain
Running down that window, in pain...

Wow good stuff..I like the style !

More Poetry for you soul

“Again”

My body shaking

and sweaty

with fear

and reality.

Heat waves bother me so much, I

push the green lakish covers

off, and my pants soar

across the room to a different zone.

My eyelids stick and

I have the same dream

again.

Again.

again.

I awake shaking and sweaty

Still.

My brain doesn’t know how

To erase the memory.

Repeating Dream

Will never be put to

zzz…sleep.

😱

That one was so different!

Really really good, I like ✅

Just A Phase

I rise and rub my eyes,
Another day, another chance to die.
Hope coarses through my veins,
Warms my heart, yet feels so strange.
Why do I wish for closure?
I don't understand why I'm here,
Maybe that's the reason for wanting it over.
I could help it along,
No-one would ever be any the wiser.
Like they'd notice,
A little voice in the depths of me,
Always talking, always urging,
Why do I have this other side?
'Conflicting emotions' they called it.
As far as I'm concerned,
I'm suicidal.
The sooner someone notices that,
The sooner I can get on with my life.
Instead of wanting it to come to an end,