I was going to have a Poetry of the Week section, but feel that words flowing from emotion should be presented not as mere inspiration, but as an essence that nurtures thought. As a result, this is not a Member Poetry page.
Submit poetry to me by email, and they will be added here. Please send me your profile name as well, and if you would like a picture to include with the poem.
This Poem by Zoodle | Mirror mirror on the wall Mirror mirror on the wall |
This poem by tiptoes | I am creating a frame And I am going to hang myself on my wall. There is a thin line between art and mess I will be neither, I will be sucess. I am an artist who desires no recognition, My wall is kept private to all, But it doesn't even belong to me I am a cage of its own kind, It holds the double sided beast Screaming. pain. it rips me in half, But I wait to hold control's trophey. I am becoming a murderer, I lurk in dark alleys but looking for no one I have found myself and her. I am a seceret, My painting paints itself more every day I sometimes stand back and admire it, All I've ever wanted is to fade away |
Poem by Paranoia_x;
| I look and glare I choose for my starvation I admit it, I called you all fake and rotten Who knew? But now I just want to be scraggy Along with my stick arms and legs |
What is it that you see in me?
I'm just an average girl,
I'm far from being amazing,
I'm nothing really special,
I make many mistakes,
And at times I'm a little crazy,
but thats wat Im like,
So love me or hate me.
I count my imperfections,
And I hold my head real low,
I don't look to the future,
It's just another tomorrow.
My hopes and dreams are damaged,
At times I tend to cry,
I get a little controlling,
And I suck at saying goodbye.
When I fall inlove,
I tend to fall real hard,
The proof is on my arm,
With each and every scar!!!!
Sometimes when I get angry,
I say things I don't mean,
So don't you see my love ,
I'm not as perfect as I seem.
Perfect i am not,
Norwill i ever be,
I dont know why people like me
Im just being me
I never get things done,
I never get it right,
My life is a constant battle,
In which i lose the fight.
I see people living happy,
Showing a lot of pride
Wanting to be like that
I decide to cry and hide
Eveyone seems to be happy,
Wonderful and free,
For i will never be perfect,
Coz i am only me.
If you look inside my heart,
And seee how much I cry,
I dont tell anyone how I feel
So therfor my hole life is a lie,
But what you wil see the most,
Is how hard it is to stay strong,
When nothing is right,
And everything is wrong.
My parents yell,
But I always try,
Im never good enough for anyone and,
I dont know why.