Poetry

i use to write poetry. i wrote poetry right after my mom died so in total , i wrote poetry for 4 years but only wrote 70 poems maybe....but i ended up burning them all because i wrote them in the past and i had to let go of the past so i burned them

My ex scarlett writes poetry. she wrote a poem about me one time and i just had to figure out last night that each stanza spelled out my name hahaha

 

yeah , just make sure they look closely at it because i didn't even do that ...and she told last night and i was like :dry: really meris?

thats my name by the way and

thank you. and , yeah....i cant write for shit anyways

 

it doesnt sound romantic to me. i like it '

and believe me , i make a poem like this to scarlett in case she cuts again

 

I try to write a poem every week. Most of the stuff is completely stupid, but I get a good one once in a while. This is the one I wrote this week (my friends like it; I think it's kind of corny):

"I see you walking down my street
Hear the echo of your feet
Softly, I'd begun to weep
But all my hope, these streets can't reap

I wait for you outside your door
Can't seem to wait, though, anymore
I'm running out onto the street
Hear the echo of my feet?

If you come back, apologize
I'll try my best, but realize
It hurts too much just to pretend
My heart is one that you can't mend

Don't be surprised I see you
No one believes that it's true
Some ghosts are still so concrete
You can hear the echo of their feet"

It's even worse than I remember. T_T

 

D'aww, thanks.... I read your (unfinished) poem, and I enjoyed it. It was very beautiful and descriptive. My poem failed at illustrating any scene, haha.

 

I do write quite a bit actually, I find it quite cathartic to be really honest. After a rough day at work, I'll typically unwind by writing a poem or opinion piece of some sort. I've also written a few short stories as well. With taking a semester off from school, I've been looking to possibly try to start a novel actually! It really does help/clear the mind as time has gone on. I'm looking at more places to display my writings, I guess I'm kinda shy about it hah.

 

I've wrote poems and song and some "novels", but, I can't find my notebook.

 

I once wrote a political poem. My friends liked it, but I don't think poetry is my forte.

 

Heres something I wrote after seeing a scene of a pregnant woman in a movie my father was watching. It's a love poem. I hope you all like it as much as I do:


"You can't impregnate me,
But you can desert me,
You can quench me with joy,
Then leave me thirsty,
You can invade my kingdom with weapons of pleasure and lust,
I can invade your's but I prefer to enter in trust.


To hold you in my arms,
In Sincerity and Truth,
Taste of your food,
And drink of your juice.


You can't impregnate me,
But you can hurt me,
You can fly me to a cloud,
Then throw me to the ground,
You can pick at my flesh and bones,
Leaving nothing but scraps,
To be dwelled and shared,
Amongst the rats.


I could rip your heart from your chest,
But I know I couldn't take the guilt of the mess,
I'd prefer for you to hand it to me,
Of your own free will,
Then know that I murdered,
Your ability to feel.


You can't impregnate me,
But you can betray me,
Leave me out in the cold waiting,
Hoping that you would comeback and save me,
Praying for the day that I wouldn't hate you,
For berating,
And parading me around as if I was a conquest,
A trial to pass,
Before you were off to the test.


You can't impregnate me,
But you can love me,
Give me everything I ever dreamed of,
In the wisp of a kiss or touch or hug,
And inreturn I will give you me,
A protector, A lover and friend when your in need,
Someone who will always be there no matter what the season,
Lending you a hand expecting no payment in return.


So it's true,
You cannot implant life in your image within me,
But you do possess another power,
You can destroy everything I am,
By neglecting me,
Leaving me alone,
Without a word,
My body turned to ashes,
Blowing in the wind,
Taken away from this world."

 

I do mostly spoken word type stuff now, but have books full of poems and stuff. I wrote this one a few months ago...

As my mind filters through emotions brought on by a life full up of different devotions
Eminent corrosion of "feelings", the enviable aftermath of explosions
This is my mind after provoked implosion
It used to be so clear, but now its all dismembered
The thought was there, though now it can't be remembered
Probably for the best, as the truth would have just been censored
Instead I'll speak in metaphors to be deferred
Mindless proverbs to be heard
At one point I was shackled to a life that was utterly disturbed
It would have made the most sound mind perturbed
Absurd ways of living in a life so unforgiving
Time to sit and do some siving
Separate the real from the fake
Though, sometimes it's hard to differentiate
And so you keep it all close to the heart like a keepsake
Waiting for the right time to debate
To break free and run beyond the gate
Before you've taken more than your heart can take
Making your life sedate, and freedom evaporate
Turning everything you love into hate
Turn it around before it's too late
Nobody should ever have to live life as a subordinate

 

I've actually been writing a lot recently... My parents and their reaction to me coming out to them really got me going. Here's the one I'm most proud of:

"Understanding"

How can you understand
Everything I’ve been through
You can try all you want
But never until you do
All the things that I have done
The pain and sadness too
Even the parts I still regret
And the parts that I’ve come through

You say you’ve been a mile
Walking in my shoes
But I can confidently say
You barely have any clue
The comfortless emotional nights
The less than tranquil days
All because of what some may say
“It’s only just a phase”

The words, they hurt though I’ll never say
Quite how deep they go
But my mind is but a wreck
That few may ever know

I must do it, the time is right
To burst out of my shell
To leave myself, to seek the light
And leave my private hell
The place that’s been created
All because of you
The place I must break free of
If I ever want to do
All the things that I would want
All the way to love
But my mind must be free of all
Almost like a dove

My Demons have vanished
They were sent far away
But then again they may come back
In some far off other day
Though intentions may be good
And you try not to show disdain
Your true feelings still leak through
And cause me so much pain

So tell me again that you understand
My mind, my world, my life
But I can say you never will
Unless you’ve lived the strife
Until you see the world
With my fresh pair of eyes
Until then your “understanding”
Is just a pack of lies

 

I used to write quite a lot, but it's been a year and half. Still nothing. I'll just share an old poem I won 2nd place for this in regional poetry contest.. not to brag lol

"As I Sit"

"And as I sit, awaiting the return, a single thought remains:
Labels are imposed: obstinate, uncompromising

How Eve must have rejoiced! Liberated from stern conformity
From the perfection of the garden! How bright its sun
Must have shone to burn the eyes of man!

When she placed her feet upon the rugged terrain
Of earth, did she feel the void of euphoria lost?
Did her defiant mind bear memories of Satan’s
Dark eyes, alluring her human spirit?

Or were flowers born from her footsteps?
Did her eyes shine an inquisitive
Light? Was she a rebellious child,
or a daring women
Bound by strength and
Awakened identity.

And with these thoughts she was liberated
from the rusty chains of blind adoration!

With unworn feet she trekked the earth,
no longer suffering the bondage of an unseen ruler!

Because she has rebelled, the earth nurtures life,
What beautiful life!

Rejoice in the rebellion of Eve,
In the independence of Eve!"