-The Loft- discussion

Rate the poem above you 1-10, 10 being best and post a poem of your own.

It starts with a vision

A simple thought

And we put onto paper

The things we have sought

We draw out our pains, our thoughts and our fears

But also, some happiness behind all our tears

So go ahead, bleed out in ink as you cry

But you won't be forgotten

For artists never die.

9 I remember this from a different group. *wink*

Falling From the Ledge

My hand is still on the ledge.
I haven't let go of it yet.
No one comes to help me though.
Soon I'll loosen my grip.

No one hears me cry out for help
with my last breath as I fall.
No one sees my hand reach out
for a friend that is no longer there.

No one can feel me as I slowly
slip my nand off the ledge and let go
of this world for the last time
for there's nothing left here for me.

No one knows that I'm shattering
with pieces that can never be replaced.
I will never be the same, but they
won't know this about me at all.

No one will remember me now.
I will be just a passing memory
hiding deeper in their minds so
that they don't have to feel pain.

My fingers relax their grip on this ledge
and I let myself sink into the wind
as it rushes up to meet me here
as I fall and just keep going down...

8

((This is actually a song I wrote...))

Wish I May, Wish I Might...
I look out into the night sky
And as I see that first star
I feel as though I could reach that high
If only if you loved me.

Won't you look up at that star?
Won't you say you love me so?
Won't you hold me in your arms?
Won't you say you'll always know?

I close my curtains oh-so-tight
Still thinking about you, baby.
Still wondering, still pondering
If you returned my love.

Won't you look at me with loving eyes?
Won't you just say you love me?
Won't you see me the way I see you?
Won't you hold my hand?

Wish I may and wish I might,
Look at that star you see tonight
And wish I was in your arms.
And wish we were together.

And wish we were
Together.

8.5 That's a beautiful song...
This poem actually got published at:
www.poetrybreakfast.wordpress.com
Go to the right and click on E.J. Schoenborn to see it up on the website. ^_^ Or just read it here.

Who Are You?

What is the definiton of perfection?
Who started these beliefs of beauty?
Where did these myths come from?
When did they start to become true?
Why is there no answer from you?

Who are you, to tell me that I'm
less than what I should be?
Who are you, to list the things
that I should do to be me?
I don't need to listen to you!

According to myself, I am perfect!
According to my soul, I am beauty!
According to my heart, I am the one
to tell you that I don't care
about what you think... Who are you...

Who are you, to touch me?
Who are you, to break me down?
Who are you, trying to hurt me?
Who are you, causing all this pain?
Who are you, to try to make me feel this way...

I don't need to listen!
I don't need to follow!
I don't need to try again!
I don't need to lie!
I don't need to be what you want me to be...

Who are you...

9 ^^ i really like that one

We cut it all away
We sew it back together
The cuts stay only for a bit
While the scars, they last forever.

The scars you think im speaking of...
They aren't below our hands...
We search and try to find the light
But darkness never ends

It stays with us forever
The pain we fight away...
We think that time will heal us...
We wait day after day....

This savior may not ever come...
And though we wait to see...
My heart and soul, becoming numb...
What has become of me?

We must now learn to stand and fight
Bear the scars, we must...
Killing evil, pain and spite...
They will be turned to dust

9.5, Awesome poem! I love how there's rhymes, but they aren't forced upon the poem like some other ones I've read at school. God, those were awful...
But I digress ^_^. AWESOME POEM!

So Cold Here Now...

It's become so cold here...
the chill has crept inside
this warmth I thought that
I had made out of love.

The blood has turned to ice;
the skin has turned to frost;
the tears have turned icicles,
as they fall, they turn to snow.

It's started to freeze here
as I lay where our love had born.
It's gotten so cold here...
So cold... so cold... it's freezing.

I'm trying to survive,
but the temperature begins
to fall once again here.
The cold bites and tears.

The light is leaving
with the heat, as I hide
over in the corner of here...
The light, my friend, it goes.

The dark is suffocating,
deep and rich like a pool of ink.
The dark is everywhere...
there is no escape.

As I shiver and shake
in my blindness and black.
I freeze slowly and surely
until deat is at last.