So I'm in the process of writing a poetry book, so far 26 pages long. Goal is to make it to 45 before October 13th. . . .

Here is one. I don't usually write happy poems, but I was alone, and no one was trying to bring me down when I wrote this.. =\

Shout Your Worries
Shout your worries to the sky!
Hope that all the passers by
Will hear your yell, will hear your cry
And be able to sympathize
So shout your worries to the sky

Scream your fears into the sea!
And maybe you will find the key
Stop never-ending misery
A hero, that is what you'll be
So scream your fears into the sea

Sing your dreams into the ground!
Look at what is to be found
Beauty, bliss, they're all around
Reach up high, upward you'll bound
So sing your dreams into the ground

Shout your worries to the sky!
And then you'll see no need to lie
You'll know no reason to be sly
And all you know will wonder why
You shout your worries to the sky


Will post more later.

Wow! :D That's great!

I love the fast pace of it, its fantastic

This is epic Magpie! :affraid:

=D Thanks! It means a lot, all of you.

No problem. (:

Youre very welcome, it really is amazing

Wow Maggie that was good! Really up beat and I love all of the rhymes :D

:D Brilliant! I don't usually care much for poetry, but I really loved that!

I haven't been writing as much as usual, but music was on the mind today, so this came out:

Music
Everyone has a song inside
A little flame that keeps on burning
Billowing gusts of wind keep blowing
But the fire inside will keep on glowing
Ashes will fly, light will twist
But not one thing will go amiss
Set it free, it won't come back
Your smuggling body keeps it trapped
There is no latch to open and close
No "Out the window, there it goes!"
Will reach your ears while you're alive
Because no song can look outside
But fear not, all will get their chance
By bullet, blade or passing glance
One by one, population diminish
And all at once your song will finish

Photographs
I can't take photos anymore
Not now that the world's turned around
Your only records are picture and lore
Now that life is upside down
Your laugh no longer cleans the air
Your smile haunts my mind
My memories I cannot share
Should I venture? Risk to find?
Or let you fade out of our heads
I can't stand to lose you again
Like an onion, pictures shed
You are lost where no man's been
Now you're gone, I can't be sure
Why I take photos anymore

Not my best. :3

*claps* I love them

:D Awesome!

Thank you. :3

The Demon Inside
It wasn’t me who woke you up screaming in the middle of the night
Or me hoisting blame among the innocent
I am not the lie that penetrates your shields
Nor the horror that lurks within your hearts

You think me the cause of the power you crave
The source of the lust you desire
I do not create, but buy and provide
For I am the demon inside

Empty Handed

The guilty thoughts inside my head
I'm telling you they want me dead
They're saying innocent I'm not
That up to me the world's caught
They're telling me that I'm to blame
I'm forced to play their nasty game
Unluckily I'm empty handed
To make a stronger mark they've banded
Since they're aware that they alone
Have the right to claim my throne
But I know now what I'm fighting for
And refuse to listen anymore

I like your poems. :3

Thank you. :3

Liar

You led me here:
Where the darkness drapes
Around us both.
I followed you
I trusted you.
You said you cared.

Liar.

You led me into the dusty corner, the edge of the world.
You knew the cliff would crumble underneath our weight. My weight.
You knew.

You turned around
And waited for me to fall.
You didn't push me.
You wouldn't dare.
But you didn't cry.
You didn't blink
When the cliff crumbled.

And now
When you find me alive
You ask:
"Why?"
But in reply
I can only repeat
Your question.

I don't care
That you lied.
I didn't not forget
But I forgave.
It didn't matter.
It didn't matter
That you didn't push me
When we came so close to death.

You didn't fall.

I couldn't feel your embrace
Your arms didn't hold me.
You didn't whisper
"We won't die."
You didn't even say
"It'll be quick."

You changed me.
You became me.
I became you.
We became each other
Until you ripped us apart.

Perhaps I am better.
Perhaps it is because I loved you
That I can't stand
To leave you there
Bleeding.

Now you choke on the words
"I'm sorry."
I don't know why
Tears sting my face
When you stop breathing
And your body grows cold.
You weren't sorry.
You didn't care.
You lied.

There is no joy in this revenge.
There is no regret
When I build the fire
That will swallow you.
I don't feel sorry
For I know
You deserve it.

But I just can't
Allow myself
To fall into another trap.
The cliff will only crumble once.
I can't cry anymore
For the world is free
From whatever wounds you have inflicted.
I have done a good thing.

I learn to live
My own life.
People chase me
"Murderer!
"Murderer!"

You didn't lie to them.

But I keep my promise
To myself.
I do not cry.
I do not run.
I do not listen.
You didn't care.
And neither can I.

They stop.
They tumble, one by one, off of the cliff
Where the shadows cloak.

I can't help but wonder
Is this your way
Of saying sorry?
By killing those
Who are hurting me?

It doesn't work.
I can't wait any longer.
I said I would learn to live
My own life.
I can't.
You took that from me
Along with all else.

You grasp me
With open arms
And I can't help but whisper
"I missed you."
And you can't help
But murmer back
"I'm sorry."

The Worker

They say the museum worker's act is like some sort of quarry
Her breath would fall in ragged gasps that somehow never varied
Visitors would not take her tour for it meant certain death
It was this rumor that gave birth to such a frightful quest

The plan was much too simple but its purpose not obtuse
To tear down the wall that was the worker's rage gone loose
They called construction crews who agreed it could be done
And thus began the battle that would never go un-won

The worker's house was older than most museum artifacts
Its filthiness one reason for the worker's cataracts
The wrecking ball swung up then down while she could only watch
The villains cheered a ghastly shout for at last the beast was caught!

When the house fell down to be rebuilt with brick and mortar
She hung a sign over her heart and called it out of order
She lost her job and then her life but others felt no grief
In fact they felt her final brief as something like relief

Nothing to Me


You claimed I was lucky
To not have insomnia or depression or ADD.
But you aren't the only one
Who can't sleep at night.

You said no one listened
Because you were just a kid.
So I laughed and sneered:
"Kids have changed the world."

I saw you drooling over my life
So I threw it away.
If it means something to you
It means nothing to me.

These last poems are so sad. o.O
Reminded me of stuff that I don't wanna talk about.

(This is Sage, by the way. xD)

The Worker isn't really supposed to be sad. :3 More bittersweet.

I loved the poem "Liar". It was beautiful! *claps and cries*

Thanks. :D There is a better version but I don't feel like updating it. :3

Inspired by Holo's poem:

Dreams Are Lies

Dreams are lies. 

Dreams are mirrored fictions of the lives we've lived revised. 

Dreams are fears that we've forgotten thrown into the skies. 

Dreams are caterpillars that have grown to butterflies. 

Dreams are lingering farewells and rushed and quick good-byes. 

Dreams are desperate screams and each one of our loved ones' cries. 

Dreams are single strangers and they're taking people's lives. 

Dreams are Easter eggs and pink and purple dyes. 

Dreams are taunts and jeers and shouts and thoughts and hope defied. 

Dreams are brand new cars without a manual or guide. 

Dreams are where all people come when they have got to hide. 

Dreams are suns while setting without a plan to rise. 

Dreams are carnivals where someone else has won the prize. 

Dreams are people picking on someone who's not their size. 

Dreams are knots in trees that have unwound and are untied. 

Dreams are lies.