POETRY!!

[somiseriously]

Post ur poetry here
I'll go first dont know if its any good

Lost In Wonderland
Eat me
Consume me
It'll break your curse
"Or break me?"

So lost in trying to survive
That I forgot to dive
In the rabbit hole for meaning
Stuck in a limbo
Trying to know why I'm here, still breathing
Trying to untangle Cheshire Cat's ball of yarn
"What do I want?"
I'm lonely and in need of a friend
Or am I empty and friends are a means to an end?
Everything I chase just to fill that void
"What is that void?"
When will this race end?
I'll do anything but mend that fence
My mind a garden of glass
But alas
I know mine from inside out
The Meaningless glass
Why do I admire the glass roses?
The Princess's Vanity has ended
Now it's her life she wants to end instead
The Queen of Hearts replaced
The glass garden
With rainbow shards,
Travelling bards,
Sparking stars
The princess is scared of her own reflection ,
If the prince can love it
Can she finally be un-broken?
The princess tries to run from the curse
The crown, the jewels, dresses, balls
All but masks
The curse, A dark fog swallowing the forests
Of Wonderland
She can't escape it even in her Dreamland
Is she living ?
Or just surviving?
Cursed by the Dead Sea Witches,
Will kissing another,
Break it?
Even her futile attempts at Escaping the curse,
Poisoning, drinking bloodmoon wine with the guards in the cellars, burned as a witch
Alas she wasnt a witch

The dark mass swallowed her heart
It's jaws not terrifying just hollow
Drowning in pools of sorrow
Sunny Sunflowers, Colourful Row lined houses
Dark glitches in the perfect scene
"How could this have been?"
The perfect kingdom crumbling
The masses rumbling
"We want cake not bread"
"We've bled enough for you, now it's time we're fed"
The curse spread
The princess tread carefully through the crowd of undead
No longer was she burdened by monarchy
Could she finally escape through anarchy?

 

[Heddon]

Got two to share:

"Free Time"

A calm, relaxing summer day
Like those that came before
On which I was content to laze
Only now, I itch for more

But is it arrogance to think I could do something?
Or is it laziness to think I couldn't?
Could I do more?
Should I be more?
Or is that arrogant too?

Too many questions, not enough working
I have far too many responsibilities that I'm shirking
Such as…
…
There's nothing I need to do.
Should I improve myself?
But I think I'm pretty decent.
Or is that arrogance too?
Maybe I've missed something.

Freshly wiped counters, spotless scene
Freshly washed dishes, squeaky clean
Freshly cleansed body, grime expunged
And for good measure, the shower freshly sponged

Glad that's out of the way.
Maybe now I can relax a little.
…
And fall behind? No, that won't do.
Maybe I should learn a language
Or perhaps even two.
Spanish and Mandarin. Yes, that works.
Works…
What am I thinking, that won't help me get a high paying job!
But what pays well? Law? Doctoring?
Is it arrogant to think I'm good enough for that?
(Oh god, not this again!)
Think, think!

Maybe that can wait a while.
Yeah, summer is for relaxing anyway!
I should unwind after working so hard all year.
In fact, I'll go do something fun right now!
…
…it's nighttime.
Summers over.
Back to work.

Ring of Life

They form a ring around the rosies
And stuff their pockets full of posies
Ash to ash, dust to trust
And so they all fall down
Outgrowing their beds, but for now cozy

They form a ring that they rejoice in
And stuff their pockets full of poison
Ash to ash, trust to lust
And so they all fall down
Victims of each other's voices

They form a ring that they dare not leave
And stuff their pockets full of what they believe
Ash to ash, lust to must
And so they all fall down
Stagnancy being all they've achieved

They form a ring on which they lie
And stuff their pockets full before they die
Ash to ash, must to rust
And so they all fall down
Echoing a hymn of "why, oh why?"

They form a ring above their heads
And empty their pockets, for they are dead
Ash to ash, rust to dust
And so some fall down
But some of them rise up instead.

 

[somiseriously]

Got two to share:

"Free Time"

A calm, relaxing summer day
Like those that came before
On which I was content to laze
Only now, I itch for more

But is it arrogance to think I could do something?
Or is it laziness to think I couldn't?
Could I do more?
Should I be more?
Or is that arrogant too?

Too many questions, not enough working
I have far too many responsibilities that I'm shirking
Such as…
…
There's nothing I need to do.
Should I improve myself?
But I think I'm pretty decent.
Or is that arrogance too?
Maybe I've missed something.

Freshly wiped counters, spotless scene
Freshly washed dishes, squeaky clean
Freshly cleansed body, grime expunged
And for good measure, the shower freshly sponged

Glad that's out of the way.
Maybe now I can relax a little.
…
And fall behind? No, that won't do.
Maybe I should learn a language
Or perhaps even two.
Spanish and Mandarin. Yes, that works.
Works…
What am I thinking, that won't help me get a high paying job!
But what pays well? Law? Doctoring?
Is it arrogant to think I'm good enough for that?
(Oh god, not this again!)
Think, think!

Maybe that can wait a while.
Yeah, summer is for relaxing anyway!
I should unwind after working so hard all year.
In fact, I'll go do something fun right now!
…
…it's nighttime.
Summers over.
Back to work.

Ring of Life

They form a ring around the rosies
And stuff their pockets full of posies
Ash to ash, dust to trust
And so they all fall down
Outgrowing their beds, but for now cozy

They form a ring that they rejoice in
And stuff their pockets full of poison
Ash to ash, trust to lust
And so they all fall down
Victims of each other's voices

They form a ring that they dare not leave
And stuff their pockets full of what they believe
Ash to ash, lust to must
And so they all fall down
Stagnancy being all they've achieved

They form a ring on which they lie
And stuff their pockets full before they die
Ash to ash, must to rust
And so they all fall down
Echoing a hymn of "why, oh why?"

They form a ring above their heads
And empty their pockets, for they are dead
Ash to ash, rust to dust
And so some fall down
But some of them rise up instead.

Both of these are really good and I really relate to the first poem.
-"The Seven Sins"-

To live is to suffer to survive is to find meaning.
Why live when all we do is sinning?
I broke the glass in anger,
They blamed me, left me ashamed.
A frenzy of envy
Why can't I be?
Filled with hatred and shame
They're looking at me with disdain
Escaping reality through gluttony

Stuffing your mouth isn't stuffing the hole in your heart.
When will you start?
If it's difficult to move then why're you breathing?
I'm seething
With rage
Looking at my character on this stage
You're in a cage, of your own
Throwing away a life bestown.

Pride comes from seeking validation
seeking salvation.
The king and the pawn go back in the same box
The betrayal of Brutus has put my heart under locks
But still is apathy the only shrine
For people who believe themselves to be gods
Egocentric, they like to think of themselves as eccentric
When they're all the same puppets on the stage floor
It's easier to ignore than it is to help that eyesore

Be mine, but I'll never be yours
Lost in the game of Lust
Just,
Was never something this world was made to be
Greed is the seed of wars
Why want more when all the stars are yours.

 

[TokaNoOwari]

Click and Drip

The numbers on the clock flash red, flash white.
A digital metronome slicing up the night.
My eyes are made of heavy iron, my brain is made of glass.
I am watching every single shadow in the bedroom pass.
They say that sleep is a river, just let the current sweep you away.
But my bed is a panopticon, and my thoughts are on display.

Nightmares do not wait for the heavy lids to close.
They are sitting on the nightstand, they are wearing everyday clothes.
They look like rigid schedules, they sound like ticking trains.
They are holding bright red pens to correct the blood inside my veins.
Fix it, rewrite it, erase the messy part.
A perpetual autopsy on a tired, beating heart.

I toss to the left, I turn to the right.
The blankets are a cage, and I am losing the fight.
I just want the void, just a second of the blank.
But the machinery is whirring, pulling water from the tank.
The perfect little life they built is just a suffocating game,
But the walls keep pulling me back into the center of the frame.

Now the sky is turning purple, the sun is threatening to break.
I am suffocating on the air of being violently awake.
The rice cooker clicks, the coffee starts to drip.
I put the plastic smile back upon my lip.
I am a ghost inside a machine that forgot how to rest.
Just breathing through the hollow space inside my chest.