10 would actually help me out greatly.
Then I'd have 13 and I need 25.
Haha.

And I'm glad that it was a good effort.

I made this little boat out of paper for you.
It's as fragile as you once were.
Looking at it float aimlessly on the water now makes me think of how we drifted though life.
We were so carefree weren't we?
Thinking there would be plenty more tomorrows to turn into yesterdays?
We were wrong though weren't we?
I don't think you would have regretted any moment.
Even if you were cut down before your time, you lived more than those still alive.

-My poem for today.

I like that poem.

It is sad...
*tears up*

Yes it is.
But that is what I liked about it.

My poem? *blushes* Why thank you.

I know - it is very good.

You're welcome, love.

*blushes* This is why I like writing. You can truly touch people and make them feel things in response to just your words.

I like doing that also.

You guys are so cute.
You put my haikus to shame,
yet still no prizes.

I was not expecting a prize.
I just did it for fun.

I'm glad there are like minded people on these boards. :3

(Trigger warning -- suicide. Taken from real-life experiences.)

there's one place
that isn't even dark
or cramped
not really, anyways.
but i'm scared of it.

there was once a brilliant kid
who had a brilliant mind
and a brilliant personality.
he was well-liked.

but hours and hours
spent bent over glowing screens
spent typing lines upon lines of code
spent laboring over an endless flow of errors
had left his mind shattered
and the brilliance in pieces.

so he found the tallest place
on a campus of hills
and threw himself over the railing.

it still scares me.
but sometimes i go there
and just sit
and think
and talk silently.
i don't know if he listens.
i never knew him anyhow.
but it helps me
and i hope it helps him.

Yes there is.
/smiles

And yeah.
Feelings from writings come from experiences.

Edit:
Oh my I won.
Yay.
/smiles big

I could probably also write something about any of the people in my signature, but...that'd probably be more feelings than I can deal with right now.

Umm...Espy's sort of "triggered" this one...two actually, but the second one is more private...from the other end of suicide...

Ow.
Rice crackers are spicy.
Why must tasty food be painful!
Ow.
Still better
Than the wasabi chips.

...Ow.


I will attempt something serious again, one of these days. I'm just on a steam of consciousness binge right now.

I suppose another poem is in order.

My tears they stop
As I watch the lantern leave
My fears they stop
Because I know now you are free

Sadly that is all I got..

Hrrm, Looks like I need to create more poems..

Oh yay I won again.
I'll have to think of another poem at a later time.

Does it make you proud,
this wretch of a child
without heart, without grace;
stumbling into stagnancy,
and whose last gesture of faith
is in a little paper boat
listing in the reeds?

Dazed in a dream
How I feel everyday
Lost in a labyrinth
Every moment of my existence
Adrift in the abyss
Trying to find my way
Banished to the bone yard
Rejected by those around me
Outcast to Oblivion
Not that they care for me much anyway
Isolated to insanity
Alone I suffer in my pain.

For some reason my poems for this always turn out far more lonesome and sad than I intend. :/

I had a poem
So beautiful and so long
But have forgotten

*blinks*

Really? You sure?

I need you back in my life.
I need the kind words from your lips.
I need the soft touch of your fingertips.
I need all the warmth you gave me.

You're untouchable.
You're like a faint memory.
You're unforgettable.
You're no longer mine.

Onward, Into the darkness I see,
Why yes, It is a light, Blinking at me.
Could this be an apparition?
Or a simple figment of my imagination?

I approach and soft chill runs down my spine.
Is this paranoia playing with my mind?
Whispers, Giggles, These things I hear.
As the radiant light pulls me near.

The comfort of the light seems it has no hate..
I walk forward faster towards my fate..
For as I approach things are not as they seem.
For the terrors now before me are the one I hide from in my dreams.

The ploy of kindness and the warmth of hope they falsely provided.
How could I have been so foolish minded?
For the things I craved with every bone.
Has left me buried below a slab of stone.

By- Natsunaine.

Short and sweet



Look up, from your darkness,
Youth not yet gone,
Look up, at stars vastly great,
The life you have yet sown,
Look up, please, and live.

Burn within, the untapped fount,
So much sealed by past,
Burn within, and let it flow,
Raise your own mast,
Burn within, and live for your fire.

See clearly, with all possible,
Nothing there will stop you,
See clearly, the world around,
Senses kindled anew,
See clearly, and be an unstoppable force.

Flow well, be a ripple,
You aren't alone,
Flow well, take all chances,
No, you don't have to atone,
Just flow well,

Match the drums of life.

It's cold...
The ground has swallowed me up and everyone has forgotten me.
I have been eradicated from their memories,
Though some have joined me.
We wait for our loved ones,
Yet never see them.
We long for their voices,
Just their presence would be welcomed.
Alas we are alone...

Wait,
What is this?
Has someone finally came to wake my soul,
To pull me from my sorrow?
This tiny voice speaking to me...
Who is it?
"Grandma," they say so small and timid.
"I'm sorry I never got to meet you."
My granddaughter?...
Another voice can be heard softly crying.
"I love you mom."
If I were alive I would be crying too...
I was not forgotten today.
I, I am still loved.

Weight-bearing hands
Ask for crushing grip;
For something to crumble
Between their knuckles.
Weightlessness bearing
Down on empty palms,
Flexing against nothing.
Exercises in frustration.

Oh noes I can't enter a poem yet :C

I'm debating if that last line in my poem should be axed and used for the title.

Hm, You could or just keep it there and name it the same anyways. owo..

I think my last poem was a bit crappy..

The rhythm isn't the best, that's true, but I like the ending. Maybe if you tried writing it as free verse? I have nothing against rhyming, I like it, but it feels a little forced in a couple spots.

Just my opinion.