hey everybody! well I would like to share with everybody a poem that I wrote for a class. I had to write it in a certain way and it had to be about me and the professor said that it should probably be about a bad time in your life that you overcame. I wrote the poem about how I felt when I was in the closet and I really wanted to tell my parents but I was terrified of their reaction so I was extremely depressed. I'm sharing this poem (even though its not that good) because I hope that in some way it will help some of the people that is going through the same thing I was going through because all that pain I was going through was for nothing because my parents are fine with me and say they love me unconditionally. enjoy! Insomnia It’s 3 am and once again I can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop turning. The house is silent, but my mind, the opposite as I wonder will they treat me the same. They don’t know that I can’t sleep because what I’m hiding is burning, A hole right through my heart and I am tired, tired of yearning, To tell them the truth so that I will stop feeling shame. It’s 3 am and once again I can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop turning. So for now I sit alone wondering and hoping while learning, Of horror stories about people who told their parents and got a reaction that was lame. They don’t know that I can’t sleep because what I’m hiding is burning. Get out! Some parents say to the child they raised and loved, so angry they’re churning. Other stories of parents wanting to constantly place blame. It’s 3 am and once again I can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop turning. Suicide seems like a good option right now, my heart is burning, With a pain so deep it feels like my heart is in flames They don’t know that I can’t sleep because what I’m hiding is burning. A parents love is said to be unconditional I don’t believe so but I’m yearning, For them to prove me wrong I want them to love me and feel no shame. It’s 3 am and once again I can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop turning. They don’t know that I can’t sleep because what I’m hiding is burning. Sam
Amazing i wrote one similar yesterday on dreams Fear of Dreams Sleep, no no cannot sleep Weary, no cannot fall Fear of dreams, of the leap Fear fear cannot stall Blood shot eyes but not cannot eyelids heavy, closing, Must Sleep, NO must stay, but will not Awake, no no sleep, lust For, no I cannot sleep
For me writing on the spot doesn't always work.. But what relief that comes from reading others who struggle. Your poem filled my need of intamcy, emptiness, which is never fulfulled by chassing porn, that never healing. This ability to share frustrations is mostly what we are all looking for. Sharing without sex alway lasts.
very good poems ^^ powerful and well-worded! Keep it up, and post some more! This is the best thread for future poem posts ^^
wow! I didn't actually think it was that good I just thought it might help some people to see that most if not all of us go through that tough point in our lives and that the people dealing with it now are not alone, now just convince my professor to give me a good grade on it! : ) but seriously this is exactly how I felt about 2 years ago and I really couldn't sleep I would search the internet for help and advice it was a terrible point in my life so bad my parents hoped they wouldn't find me dead when they woke up in the morning (of course they didn't know why I was depressed) so no matter how depressed you are or what you think your parents reaction will be you can get through it just don't give up hope I mean my dad always said he would disown his children if they turned out to be gay (or bi) and that is completely the opposite of what he did he doesn't care who I like actually.
:eusa_danc That was awesome! You have talent! I could hear a song... I was going through the same thing very recently, but it was my son I was worried about telling. I came out to him last night and he was totally cool with it! It's really hard when going through that burning, yea it really does burn! It is such a relief to get it out in the open! I feel like now I can go on just living life.(!)
well I remembered that I never told everyone what kind of grade I made on the poem. I got a 100 (the most you can get) on the poem and when I had to analysis and criticize my poem which meant I had to write a long paper about the poem I got a 98 so 2 A's over this.