Yay third place! Congrats everybody on your splendiforous poems!

Emotions

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What is something

That can let you fly up, meet the sky

Whirling; higher, higher, high- 

Or can burden you down?

The difference between

A smile and a frown?  

What grounds us to the earth,

Can let one pass or allow new birth?

What shackles one person to lofty ideals,

Spares the other, and for yet another serves as a shield?

What breaks some; now cracking, shattering--

And pulls forth tears, an endless barrage of rain pattering?

What binds us to our stubbornness

Or pushes us to the "new,"

smoothing out one's roughnesses?

What drives us through each and every day,

Learning, forming new notions;

What, you ask? What else, but emotions. 

What?

I don't have those-

emotions.

No, no, I just

float around,

always,

always

happy.

Who am I kidding?

does anyone really believe that?

Is it just me

who has a wall

built strong around my heart?

So if I ever

wanted to climb

into whatever world lies outside-

a world of emotions free to roam

of adventures

I'm not sure I ever could.

Unless someone

anyone

cared.

But who am I kidding?

I'll just pretend that 

I don't have those-

emotions. 

Hey, it's been a while... I need to get back into the habit of writing poetry. I'm not exactly sure how this one turned out, so here's hoping!! 

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your feelings are a frequency I woke up one day tuned into,

eyes drawn to yours across every room, hyperaware like

your emotions broadcasted directly into mine,

they spill over like colored paint making modern art in my mind and in my chest

it's like you don't know how to hold back 

and I don't know how to look away from

eyes that shine not like stars but like rock-and-roll spotlights,

you don't light up a room, you electrify it,

putting on a show with the faces you make even when no one is watching

you take up my whole room like pop concert cheering with your excitement,

your happiness plays like songs we dance to when they come on on the way home--

it's impossible for you to listen to music lightly, you teach me how to expirience a song instead of just hearing it

I never knew there were so many ways to listen,

and even though I could listen to you listen all day,

I dread the static of your sadness--

buzzing incomprehensible in my ears even when you're out of sight

I can't stand to see you this way and I can't stand to look away and even still

it drones on, unknowable, drowns out, unreachable

my own mind is gray and glitched with the doomsday certainty whispering cacaphony louder and louder

I'll never be able to help you until I can't stand to be in my own head--

even still, I love how fiercely you feel.

your emotions don't sit quietly, no,

much like your actions they are loud and unafraid and radiant

shining out of you like a secret light just for me,

blinding but I'd never look away. 

a sea of expectations

everyone seems to know what i should be feeling

except me

they say i should be grieving

crying

feeling your loss like a knife to my chest

but i'm stranded in a sea of expectations

lost

unable to even tell what i'm feeling

i think i feel numb

i think i can't quite grasp that you're gone

but i don't even know what i'm feeling

i should know what i'm feeling

i should be grieving

you would want me to keep thinking about you

but would you?

i don't even know

i don't even

i don't

i

i'm drowning

i'm drowning in a sea

i'm drowning in a sea of expectations

Ahh everyone's poems are so good!!!

Emotions, pouring out from my eyes, a brightly colored waterfall.

It’s been so long since my dull gray world has experienced this,
and the flowing liquid is refreshing to taste.

The dark night is lit up with the distinct, blood-red hue.

It’s been so long since my feelings have ever been such raw,
powerful color.

It saturates and soaks my mind and body, leaving no trace of
the cracked gray stone that once made up me.

It’s been forever, and the flavor of feeling pierces my
lonely world, with an aching, burning pain. 

the tears i did not cry

I am helpless

can’t speak,

can’t move,

can’t think.

The tears

I did not cry

are petrifying

terrifying 

I am helpless

I could do so much with my words

if only the salt

and water

weren’t so blinding.

The tears

I did not cry

choke me,

strangle me,

I can’t do anything

can’t comfort you

can’t rescue you

can’t give you the words you need to hear

can’t even hug you.

The tears make me helpless

powerless

How can I help you

comfort you

when I can’t face

the tears

I didn't even cry?

I’m sorry

I

am

helpless

they tell you

they can see through your mask.

your smiling mask.

they say you're sad.

they're wrong.

they tell you they can see through to your heart.

they say you're broken.

they say you're gone.

you're not sad.

you're broken, but not like that.

you're just . . . not.

gone. that's a good way

to describe it.

you aren't sad.

you should be, but you're not.

you ache,

every once in a while, 

but then you're numb.

they say you're lost.

but are you lost?

or are you at home?

is this where you're meant to be?

gone?

you wish you could feel

but then you're glad you can't

but not really glad, because you

can't be glad, 

not anymore. 

Ooh, yay! I wanted to write some poetry today! Heres mine:

Empty~

flooding

breaking

spliting

my emotions break through the barricade 

that i've created in myself.

the things i wanted to hide and dissapear, 

the emotions i was so ashamed of 

just slipped through my fingers

like the tears seaping and spilling out of my eyes.

i want to help you,

but how can i when i can't help myself? 

I want to save you,

but i can't even save myself.

how can i fill you with all you need

when you can't pour from an empty glass 

flooding 

breaking

spliting

i'm just e m p t y

(p.s. I heard the line 'you can't pour from an empty glass' from a really awesome person online, and I wanted to give them credit because I was really inspired by them! Their name is Dissociadid and they make really awesome and informative content about dissociative identity disorder. I hope this is okay admins!     Thanks, Spellbound) 

We'll allow it because you give credit to the source person. Thank you.

Admin

I'm angry

I'm a raging stampede of bulls

I'm a howling wolf cursing at the moon

A roaring dragon blasting fire

And you know why

You know why

You know why I'm like this

Because you're the cause of it 

Be nice to me

Respect my feelings

And maybe you'll stop getting hurt like this

((This is Nightfall, from now on, I will be posting as Golden Feather on this thread only))