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When a Brain Melts [Chickenbone's Poetry]
I decided to post somethings here.
I figured that I could show other's my poetry and get opinions on them, but of course a lot of the time it just comes from the top of my head without really trying. That is what happens when life gets to you~ I also hate rhyming a lot... if you can't tell.~ I do warn you... I have a dirty mouth that I try to edit. |
This is from the angry days of college.
I was sick of things... and I really don't expect anyone to understand my poem... I’m suffocating I’m dying Underneath this stress I’m sick of thinking I’m sick of making words For bull - like this I’m hating every minute I’m wasting all my time On what is not even important to me I’m not seating my priorities right I’m not even sure if I want to It’s my own fault I’m - up I’m caving in I’m begging for it My down fall isn’t far away I’m slacking off I’m to tired to keep it up My poetry doesn’t even seem sufficient enough I’m far from a perfectionist I’m not what I wanted to be anymore I blame this on you I’m just trying to point you out I’m not even sure if you are the reason You’re just what I find to step on I’m ending this now I’m pulling away Because my words are just to - up |
Wow. o: I like that poem a lot. |
Thank you. :D
I for some reason like the way it flows a lot more than the words themselves. This came from being suppers mad when I got writers block. I actually have a lot of angry poems about writers block. XDD |
xDD That's awesome. I don't have any poems about writer's block at all. |
Oh man. XD
I love writing, but I couldn't write much while I was away at college... because writing usually comes from a brilliant idea or a strong emotion from me... and I was like a zombie. XD I wasn't depressed/sad and I wasn't happy... I was just going with the flow so damn poetry made me angry so I wrote bad about it. XDD |
xDDD It makes perfect sense. |
Little Cat
Deep down into the dark cave Wonder in, far to brave Attracted to the dark and drear Much like the story of the curious cat that mama tells her little dear The cave moves in, like it could fall But there is something else behind these walls Muscles retract in a steady beat Not ready to give up and call defeat There's life beyond this cracked cold stone Little cat is not alone This is love's heart that is near dead Starving from past; lack of being fed Such a pitiful sight to see But sympathy for love can no longer be Only thing left is for little cat to venture onward Until the pathetic screams will not be heard |
I like that one a lot too. <3 |
Thank you very much. :3
I'm wanting to write more like this one actually because I like it. Mom said it reminded her of J.K Rowling and got all excited. XD I kind of want to make a novel of something weird like that. |
Yeah? xD I've been wanting to write all kinds of weird stuff lately. |
This is the reason I throw all my old poetry away.
Faltering I think I'm going crazy, I really do. There's something so wrong, Something so beyond my mind! I try to keep calm, Try to keep focused. Still there's something pushing the right buttons, Pushing me closer to the edge! I get this way and my brain freezes, Literally feels cold. I don't care how crazy it sounds, I really don't! It hurts to breath, Such a stabbing in my chest. You don't believe me do you. I can tell you don't! I've felt empty before, But this is not the same. This scares me a lot, It scares me because I've never felt this way! I'm gripping to something that's not reality, Me being happy is not reality. I've made myself believe it for a while now, I'm frightened that this false feeling is leaving me now! The light's are faltering, My sight is faltering. This wont fix it, I can't reach what will fix it! There's no getting close enough, I wont let myself get close enough. What if finding what's wrong makes me break, When I can't afford to break! |
Wow. I really like that one. It's emotional as hell. <3 |
Thank you so much. <3
It is very emotional because I sadly felt like that a LOT when I was in my first year of school. Everything I put in it was literal. Most of the times I'm not so serious about how I feel when it comes to writing. Sad, but I guess that's how I can come up with writing stuff I'm proud of. |
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