Look around at the dark around you

You're upended in the Abyss, aren't you?

You've always hated those venom-dripping lies

But that web is the only thing holding you together now.

Because of those words you have scarlet stitching 

Lining your sides, tangling as it folds inwards,

The single line of defense for a whimpering glass heart

That was never meant to pump, for fear of tearing itself apart.

Perhaps you were never supposed to survive;

Maybe you were meant to fall and catch emptiness on your unfull wings

Maybe you were designed to shatter, shrouded in darkness, alone

As the heat fades from everything and your bitterness subsides.

But you are still alive, quivering and thrashing:

Propped up from black waves of oblivion by nothing but a web of lies.

Watch out for the spider. 

~~~~~

Lol it's been a while since I've done something angsty. 

A whisper tickles the silence deep

Itchy in the way it tugs things out you don't wanna hear:

'You are trapped, pitiful and broken;

You are nothing more than the sad song you sing. 

Let your anger soar,

Knowing you cannot;

Become a monster within,

Knowing you are small and weak out here. 

Feel free to beat your enraged wings,

Though you know you can never escape La Jaula.

Beat and beat 'til you're bloodied and bruised,

'Til your small body grows weary and your feathers are all shed. 

La Jaula is all that is real out here.

You can never escape,

For The Cage is the essence of Real Life.'

I peer into the purple sea of stars

Some long for freedom

Some for love or long life

Some wish for riches, bury themselves in strife;

But when I gaze at that vast ocean 

I waver, I wonder what I want inside

Because nothing really calls,

But when I sail the seas

Sometimes long for nothing but to be a figurehead:

To be the maiden at the helm of a ship

To be lost, a ship in a bottle 

Faced with nothing but sea and sun and rain and wind 

For the rest of eternity--

I frighten myself to think

If I were offered the chance,

I may truly trade my flesh in for a wooden frame

Just to swim forever upon love of air and waves.

Here is the first poem I made for the poetry contest before deciding the other was better. It is not personal at all.

Like Glass

Shattering into pieces

Imbedding into the ground

Like little shards of glass

Without making a sound

Just gone in a instant.

My heart is broken

Cracked like glass

It will have to be glued

But it will never surpass

What it once was.

Just like so many times,

My heart is broken, shattered, torn.

So many times it broke

Broken with a simple thorn 

Of rejection.

Many times ago

My heart was full and pure

Then rejection came many times

And so it endured

Many, many times.

I am glass now

Broken and shattered.

Lost and forgotten

Pieces of my heart scattered

But I pick them up.

I heal my heart

Over many weeks

Sometimes months

And what I seek

Is a heart no longer of glass.

[...]

Tears fall,

And I wonder

Is this just another part of your game,

Words recited, lines writ'n out by others,

Have you no shame? 

Is this yet another ploy,

Just more scripts to blurt out,

And I just another funny toy?

Was it all acting from the beginning?

Are you just that good an actor? 

I think it must be true,

Even with that smile, the laughter, the dialogue

Oh-so-natural 

I can't help but want to believe it doesn't matter

Not when it comes you me and you 

No, I sometimes wanna forget, let it all go

Pretty sure of the truth, just don't want to believe it's true

But does it even matter?

I guess not when it's you 

[...] 

~~~~~~~~~~

Section of an unfinished song I just thought up. Sorta a result of being in a low, wishy-washy place if that makes any sense.

Rainy nights you spent in tears

Palette's warm, I've faced my fears;

An arm around you in your own house

You've still a long way to go, I watch with furrowed brows.

Silence is our solace, yet also thickest poison 

Hard to swallow, hard to end when there's no torch or lamp or sun,

No light to lead you out when you try to run.

I know the path and yet must watch you pull through on your own

Full of useless knowledge if it means you still feel alone;

So it's fine if you bury your face against my neck

I'll escort you on the route you choose, our eternal forever-together trek.

You little fool. 

Thought you were on top of the world;

Thought you'd seen it all and knew it just the same,

That you couldn't fall,

Blindly watching those before you do so

And knowing deep down they deserved it, 

But 

You thought you were higher,

Stronger,

Exempt for greatness' sake,

From the same fate.

And you were wrong.

They laughed not with you in your wins,

But at you; watching as you built yourself 

Higher, but for a harder fall.

They also laugh now as you sit at rock bottom

Head reeling from when you slammed down

Down

Down

Down

Never to recover, never to regain your former glory,

A sad reflection of what you once were,

A grial that was so tantalizngly close within your reach. 

You failed, a petty fool the whole time.

~~~~~~~~~

I feel like I can be too lenient towards characters I like, so how 'bout a harsher stance? :D 

i, i tried to hide

deep inside

myself,

tried to keep it from them

so they wouldn't have to worry

but they saw through me anyway

(i'm so transparent)

i want to hide

i don't want them to know

i'm too tired to be worried about

can't they just leave me alone? 

I'm transparent

But for all those times I've wished to be entirely invisible

I am far too solid;

An existence somewhere in-between

But never what I should be.

I wish I were a jellyfish; brainless, unable to worry;

It's okay to be see-through ar the bottom of the ocean--

And you'd never have to fret over the shape of your body

Or responsibilities or politics or whatever problems there are: 

Just ripple through life in bliss.

And in the late nights of sore restlessness 

I with I could be a moth; plain, unseen

That I could lift up my near-invisible presence to the stars

Drink in night's beauty like eternal nectar, 

Hover 'bout the moon, and flutter where others' eyes can't pry--

But alas, I can neither breathe water nor fly. 

I just wrote a rhyming poem to the theme "Sewing Eggs" because my brother challanged me to do a rhyming poem of a decent length and I asked him for a theme, and I am surprisingly proud of it. I never do rhyming poetry, and it doesn't even sound that clunky! I did have to search up rhymes for each of the words, but still.

do you see the bird in the tree, sitting on her egg?

watch, now, there’s a twitch in her leg.

it knocks the egg. do you see it crack?

the mother stills as if it were an attack.

do you think the egg will still hatch?

the mother doesn’t know, but if it falls, she will not catch.

after all, the egg was just one of a batch

of many. still, she fumbles for a thread -

songs gather in her head.

did you ever hear of the baby bird now dead?

she punctures the egg with her needle, breaking off a bit of shell.

all is not well. 

she holds the string in her beak and tries to tie a knot.

is it all for naught?

she does not know if her baby will survive through the night.

if they do, will they ever take flight?

she has never tried anything quite

like this, but still she proceeds,

hoping agains hope she succeeds,

in all her silent cries for help she pleads

that this is what her baby needs.

did you see the bird in the tree, trying to sew?

did you see how she clutched her egg and wouldn’t let go?

it would have been fitting if time went slow,

but when that bird dropped her egg, 

the only thing that twitched was her leg.

Weeks pass, a bottle at a time

Paddling, smiling, pretending you're fine;

Reach up to the stars and grab some invisible light

Take it and breath it, a promise to onwards fight.

This is inspired by WordSong's poem. Not sure if it makes much sense...

If I May Ponder

There is something in the darkness that I simply do not know,

Like a little lost creature that is unsure where to go.

I can reach into the night but it will not stop the starlight

From brushing against everything down below.

There are broken shards of glass and a house I do not own

In my dreams,

In this world I often find myself confused and alone.

The cold will fight forever against the flickering fire,

We must learn to soar, soar just a bit higher. 

We are broken, it is true, 

Everyone is broken, even invincible you,

You think you can find beauty in everyone, everything,

Oh, but darling, you should know by now

That the dead bird does not sing.