Writing poetry thread

Hello All,

Upon searching my wardrobe, I found some old scratchings. These are quite rough around the edges. I wrote them around 20 (million?!) years ago. I guess, I didn't want them to continue to hide away. They are not great! - I think parts deserve some light.

TYRES

These tyres need a retread.

'Cause lately, I can't get a break.

It's a joke, I can't get.

It's when something won't fit.

Each breath takes me further away from here....yet...

Each breath makes me more...

here

What I say to you

As part of my disease

Is that it's hard to know

what you feel

When everybody is living a lie

A truth too painful to see.

Not in others

Just in me

The hardest truth is

that if I'm totally

honest

I already know the answer

A kind of futile non-existence

Where nothing is ever secure

A kind of blind faith

A kind of blind eye

I can only assume

that somehow I'm failing

To See

A kind of security

That I must find - within me

Stop now. Be Bright and Clear

I fail there too

awww at @maddison, this is so beautiful. I hope you can keep sharing these discoveries with us ❤️

This really resonates with me. I'm wondering what it's like to read through poems from 20 years ago?

PERCEIVE

Perhaps the bright side

Is that there are so many

of us

Flailing about

Distractions keenly available

I often get lost

So much more

Lately, it seems

I am mostly dumbfounded

through what I can make

of this world.

In a moment

Of a glimpse of real

Overcome

Waterfalls feel

I hate me

I call you pathetic

Reflections I fail to see

to often

Too much disease

I've already jumped

And now I'm simply watching

me

But we are all blind to "reality"

As far as I can perceive

PRINCESS

And although I believe I am

a princess

And that they should bow

to me

Inadvertantly, she takes prisoners

Cannot conceive

Metaphor

a coincidence can teach us suchly

That things are connected

more than muchly

Like feeling cold in winter

Or removing an old splinter

Causing chaos

Another knock at the door

When all words,

All action

All of it

could just be

A metaphor

Bless Us as you rest

each eve

Forgive Us for the the so much

that we need

Bring us closer

More again

Be my hero

Be my friend

Not You

Beneath these three

Another time

Beneath these three

Stars that shine

I ask that you may

Love me true

Be kind and appropriate

As though you were me

and not you

Hold me closer

Than before

Keep my hand held

Tight within yours

stranger

I'm not as scared today

Someone told me

As I passed them by.

Through you is another

Beyond that

We Shine

Yesterday, I felt older somehow.

Like a maturing red wine made worthy through the years.

Getting closer to the starting line

Wasting away before my

time

But now I'm not as scared

As long as I can win

I'll wait to hear the gunshot

And then I can begin

nUcLeUs

With what do I

When All that is

Truth and time

Are sure to become lie

Could I have been

That who you could need

When it's me whom

You believe to be

Against your grain

I know that you are not

completely f★cking insane

Psychological Warfare

Creates Chronic Fatigue

Expectation causes

stress to a growing seed

Since I can remember

I only ever wanted to

breath

To live and be recognised

as a nucleus with needs