opening a thread to write a poem

[Woo]

Oh god, aren't I just filthy?
I need your comfort, hold my hips
but get those dirty hands off me
while I kiss those awful, lying lips.

Don't look at me like that, you ass.
I'm clearly what you've made.
I begged for an excuse for suicide,
and you're the price I've payed.

Act like you don't understand this,
but you're the only one who could!
You lied to both me and her, then fucked her.
Twice. So she must be good.

But baby, you said you didn't want her.
Well, we both know that isn't true
so just tell me what the hell you want
so that I know what to do.

why don't you just kill me?
it would be easier on us all.
Here, I'll even put the blade to my neck.
just do it fast. Don't stall.

Because I wish that I could hurt you.
but its those bloody baby blues,
and I only end up weeping.
So I figure I should stop myself, and pay off my dues.


this isn't very good... soooooo, I expect lots of comments lol. I wrote this litteraly right now.

[Relym]

You poetry is becoming very dark, Woo. It's not bad poetry, I'm just noticing a pattern of self-hate and the want to hurt yourself.

[m-p3x9]

agreed... maybe your worth nmuch more than you can ever imagine... especially by someone you dont even know....

i hope life isnt as empty to you as you make it feel...

it looks to me as if your searching for something closer to reality... as if none of this feels real...

i guess im a bit of a poet myself... just not like that...


your peotry is beautiful as always... but please please please dont fade in the dark and let go of this life...
life is beautiful... *sends hug to woo*

[Mr Director]

Hmm....

Can't say I share this issue, so I wonder if I should be envious.

I commend you on your ability to be concise, if I were to express myself in poetry it would be a never ending ramble made up of random imagery and naive philosophy. Wait, I feel one coming on just now..

I think you need to find some innocence first (it is crucial to surviving), then some natural beauty (something pure), throw in some fond memories, link them to a still breathing dream (remember to do a good knot). A reality check will provide some spice, while imagination will offer a comforting after taste. I've tried to make this dish many times, but.. I was always bad at cooking, and I lack some ingredients.

A man once said: "Life is suffering, didn't you know that?", but that man was a fictional character and he was in a film noir where the protagonist is killed because he fell in love with an impossible dream. So really, it has no standing in any logical sense. Another film sees men tortured and lives ruined. This happens in real life, yes, but what does it matter when one accepts the intangibility of humanity and the link between choice and fate (i.e. consequence/luck). Men will be torn between desires and uncertain principles, and woman will be lost in the injustice of expectation and what they have left to express.

Does that make me a woman...? No. I'm straight. So there you go.

Life is just life, a choice is what you will it, but the outcome is out of your hands. Expect nothing and express yourself in defence of the beauty that fills this wonderfully contradictory and uncertain world, so that you may inspire some good with your talent.

2nd rule of love: Love must be shared and expressed by and between two people. That wasn't a gut feeling, that was cowardice.

*Goes fishing*