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I've got a few based on personal life. All fo them have darksides, and that is a warning BTW. Most of my friends know this already, but I'll share them anyway:
1. Feathers
Brushing against my skin,
Truths and lies,
Of who I’ve been.
Light as a feather,
But the lies,
Pushing me down,
Forever.
But everyone else,
Seem to be the feathers,
And they fly,
They soar across the sky.
But I fall,
To the deep depths,
And never get up,
Like there’s a rock,
Pressed against my chest.
Everyone is light as a feather,
But the lies are are leaking,
Like water,
Slipping out my hand,
As fast as my heart’s beating.
I fall to the ground,
Of the ocean,
And hold my breath,
But I drown.
And I remember:
I am a rock.
Falling forever.
2. Without Me
You say you’d still have be alive,
Without me.
You say you can thrive,
Without me.
You said you’d still be fine,
Without me.
But you are not alive,
You are not gonna thrive,
And you are not fine.
With those scars,
And bruises cutting deep.
You still keep,
It to yourself.
Without me,
You wouldn’t breathe.
Without me,
You wouldn’t see.
Without me,
You wouldn’t be free.
And you say you know,
When you don’t.
But without me,
You wouldn’t be.
And now you're living in a boat on sea,
Just without me.
3. Real Friends
I have friends,
Some of which end,
Real soon.
While others last until the switch,
Of the moon,
And ditch me behind.
Everyday I go blind,
Everyday I give you a new chance.
But you use it all in other circumstances.
Everyday I try,
To not cry.
But then I do.
You aren’t a friend,
Who lasted till the end.
You didn’t keep that kindergarten promise,
Which seems like I’m only honest,
To.
You didn’t keep that promise,
Which we both agreed to be honest,
To.
We swore we;d be together,
But it seemed you’re the feather,
And I'm the rock.
Falling forever.
You left me for someone else,
You left me with only myself.
You left me with nothing,
But something.
Scars.
Scars ripping through my flesh,
Unless,
You stabbed me.
Hard with the knife,
Cutting through my layers of skin,
This was a strife.
I took my last breath,
And gasped,
“You aren’t a real friend. . .”
And then came my death.
1. Feathers
Brushing against my skin,
Truths and lies,
Of who I’ve been.
Light as a feather,
But the lies,
Pushing me down,
Forever.
But everyone else,
Seem to be the feathers,
And they fly,
They soar across the sky.
But I fall,
To the deep depths,
And never get up,
Like there’s a rock,
Pressed against my chest.
Everyone is light as a feather,
But the lies are are leaking,
Like water,
Slipping out my hand,
As fast as my heart’s beating.
I fall to the ground,
Of the ocean,
And hold my breath,
But I drown.
And I remember:
I am a rock.
Falling forever.
2. Without Me
You say you’d still have be alive,
Without me.
You say you can thrive,
Without me.
You said you’d still be fine,
Without me.
But you are not alive,
You are not gonna thrive,
And you are not fine.
With those scars,
And bruises cutting deep.
You still keep,
It to yourself.
Without me,
You wouldn’t breathe.
Without me,
You wouldn’t see.
Without me,
You wouldn’t be free.
And you say you know,
When you don’t.
But without me,
You wouldn’t be.
And now you're living in a boat on sea,
Just without me.
3. Real Friends
I have friends,
Some of which end,
Real soon.
While others last until the switch,
Of the moon,
And ditch me behind.
Everyday I go blind,
Everyday I give you a new chance.
But you use it all in other circumstances.
Everyday I try,
To not cry.
But then I do.
You aren’t a friend,
Who lasted till the end.
You didn’t keep that kindergarten promise,
Which seems like I’m only honest,
To.
You didn’t keep that promise,
Which we both agreed to be honest,
To.
We swore we;d be together,
But it seemed you’re the feather,
And I'm the rock.
Falling forever.
You left me for someone else,
You left me with only myself.
You left me with nothing,
But something.
Scars.
Scars ripping through my flesh,
Unless,
You stabbed me.
Hard with the knife,
Cutting through my layers of skin,
This was a strife.
I took my last breath,
And gasped,
“You aren’t a real friend. . .”
And then came my death.
✧rebel_poet✧ wrote: "My favorite is Feathers. It really touched me:)"
Aww thanks!!
Aww thanks!!
PotatOtter wrote: "Sure."
But only if you'd like to, I'm not forcing an answer out.
But only if you'd like to, I'm not forcing an answer out.
I'm new to goodreads, idk how i share my writeup(which is in my writings). So its a humble request, can uh guys please open my writings, and see my writeup. Its about my first book's summary.Hope to receive feedbacks.
All my songs and poetry are in my blog - www.mypoeticjournalblog.blogspot.comso yeah feel free to check it out and give me any suggestions what-so-ever!
Vanshi wrote: "https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/..."that's really cool! can't wait for the story :)
PotatOtter wrote: "I've got a few based on personal life. All fo them have darksides, and that is a warning BTW. Most of my friends know this already, but I'll share them anyway:1. Feathers
Brushing against my skin,..."
Oh MY GOD!!!! Your poem feathers!! It just slices across my heart! I'm gonna be completely very very honest, I got goosebumps and I can't even tell you how much I appreciate good poems and THAT was a MASTERPIECE!!!
*chef's kiss* and I wish I was that good
Thank uh😃, i cant open ur about, and send uh friend request, idk y. I tried multiple times
I loved all three poems by PotatOtterIt was really nice, heart touching, core deep meaning words
Vanshi wrote: "I loved all three poems by PotatOtter
It was really nice, heart touching, core deep meaning words"
Aww thanks :)
It was really nice, heart touching, core deep meaning words"
Aww thanks :)
With You
I feel like I’m locked up,
In a room where I’m stuck,
No one cared to notice,
But everyone else,
Seems to be a lotus.
Light petals opening,
But I am sickening.
A dry rose,
Once beautiful,
Now old.
But now without you,
It seems like everything I do,
Does not make the ripple,
Instead I am a cripple,
With nowhere to go,
And no reputation to show,
Who am I to live?
Who am I to give?
Who am I to forgive,
Those bloody acts they've done?
For everything,
I just want to run.
Run away,
From this treacherous day.
And run away,
From them.
From their condemn.
Run away,
To kill myself,
To live today,
With you.
I feel like I’m locked up,
In a room where I’m stuck,
No one cared to notice,
But everyone else,
Seems to be a lotus.
Light petals opening,
But I am sickening.
A dry rose,
Once beautiful,
Now old.
But now without you,
It seems like everything I do,
Does not make the ripple,
Instead I am a cripple,
With nowhere to go,
And no reputation to show,
Who am I to live?
Who am I to give?
Who am I to forgive,
Those bloody acts they've done?
For everything,
I just want to run.
Run away,
From this treacherous day.
And run away,
From them.
From their condemn.
Run away,
To kill myself,
To live today,
With you.
Dhuha ✌️ ♡ wrote: "I love it <333
all my heart"
thanks :)
all my heart"
thanks :)
Mod
You have soo much talent!I'm new here and I am amazed by how good this poems are! <3
✧rebel_poet✧ wrote: ":)
Hey Ash, I realize I offered feedback but forgot to give it!
If you still want some suggestions, here they are:
Your poems are really great. They have great rhythm, and your ideas are clear.
I ..."
Thank you thank you thank you!! I'll use this soon!! :)
Hey Ash, I realize I offered feedback but forgot to give it!
If you still want some suggestions, here they are:
Your poems are really great. They have great rhythm, and your ideas are clear.
I ..."
Thank you thank you thank you!! I'll use this soon!! :)
Fiona wrote: "You guys are so good at writing! I couldn’t write poetry to save my life"
I'm sure you could.
I'm sure you could.
Fiona wrote: "Let me rephrase that. I couldn’t write good poetry to save my life. I’m not bad at writing in general, but sometimes things fall a bit flat."
Oh. Well I'm sure, then, you are great at whatever that is you write.
Oh. Well I'm sure, then, you are great at whatever that is you write.
Wow! Theese are all so amazing! I love how deep the poems are. They're beautiful. I feel like the sadness is a beauty in itself, even though it is an unkind thing. I myself have a few creative writing stories. Here are the links:
Malec story: https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...
Poems:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...
Booknerd Comedy:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...
I hope you'll check these out! :) The titles might be pretty sucky, but that's not my strong suit anyway... Also, the titles on here are basically shortened versions, not the actual titles.
If you read them, please leave a comment and share your thoughts! :D
Amazing poems!Poetry is so awesome
This is a haiku :)
Here's a limerick I thought of:
What we all need is a true friend
Who can be there and help us mend
Our hearts... and be someone
Who is just like the sun
Upon which we all depend
Mod
Mod
There is a lady who lives in our mirror
Her name is Reflection
She whispers poison in my ears
But who am I to question?
When I visit her cottage
She doesn't offer me food
You don't need..."
That is so beautiful-
And relatable...
Mod
You know how sometimes life just doesn't seem worth it?
How people treat you like trash?
How people give you the silent treatment?
How people insult you?
How people laugh at you?
How people ignore you?
How people act like your feelings don't matter?
Well take all those feelings, and throw them away.
Those feelings will taint you
They will hurt you
They will make you feel worthless.
And for what? None of that is true.
Thing of happy things.
Think of books, which take you on magical journeys.
Think of music, so touching to the soul.
Think of fun and happy memories, giving you happy nostalgia.
Think of people who care for you, whether they're in real life or virtual.
Think of how far you've gotten in life.
Think of all the people you would hurt if you go. No matter how tough things are, there are people who care about you. People who would hurt so bad to see you go.
So if you aren't living for yourself (which you should!), live for others.
Make them happy.
Put on a smile, act cheerful, support others.
Earn money, get a good job, get a friend circle.
Help others which are in need, be a leader.
Make a difference in the world.
If you do all these things, my friend, you will not only be living for others, but for yourself too.
Mod
You know how sometim..."
Thank you! :)
Mod
"I'm scared," she whispered.
His pressed his hands harder on the wound on her chest, though he knew it..."
That's such an emotional moment-
Mod
"I'm scared," she whispered.
His pressed his hands harder on the wound on..."
ASFKLJSFKD WELL IT'S WORKINGGG
OH MY POTATOES I LOVE IT <33 very sad but *sniffs* it's a great story.