Prehaps (Dun dun dun!)

[CorruptedPanda]

Hellooo(: My name is Tam, and I do write a lot of poetry. They aren't normally so depressing, but it's 12:00am and I'm a high school freshman, so you can't really expect sun-shiny day poems right now... Anyways...

State of Mind

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Tonight I'll rest my head on a pillow of my own,
And before I close my eyes, for my sins I will atone.
Then I'll pray before I sleep for something that haunts me still,
I love my friends beyond belief, their company and the thrill.
As I drift off into a slumber and I slowly forget these dates,
I'll hope and murmur, a whisper to God,
That I'm not the friend everyone hates.

​

Drown with Dreams

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Now Bathtub, please expand your side
Have space to cradle this heart of mine,
Let me swim in oceans deep and free
And float in celestial painted sea.
I'll fallow neon fish to the edge of the world
To see where hopes have swished and swirled.
I'll listen to the voice of a siren's song,
Betray my kin and disguise my wrong.
Watch the moon hang in an expanse of black
Oh tiles of tan, don't bring me back.

Then Came Death

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Tan bark bleeds red with the touch of life,
She presses onwards with little joy nor strife.
She wears only white, the satin her hair will kiss,
She hath no time to forget, no time to miss.
Autumn breathes the end to her funeral drum
While the choir will sing and the violin will strum.

Let thee sand slip thro' fingers that tighten with frost,
Thine eyes water she sips, beckon old words she accost.
Trace thy footsteps to the sea where the sun and sky meet,
Flood black curtains over orange as the moon and stars greet.
Preclude her concerns with a nod of the head,
Rainbows withy round necks, arms held by a thread.

Die young or die never, fear it all or nothing.
Sunrise in the East while the blue is blushing,
Amid the silence a fille stands in light.
Streaming sounds, a knife fits just right.
Ivy growing from ears, tears falling from eyes.
Whats death to the corpse when Heavens' all lies,
Sit and wait for her name to be called,
An expletive to wait while her mother bawled.
To die young or old, what matters to living
Is the glorious thoughts of thy simple misgiving.

Beards of barley, fleeting gale.
The taste of life is a taste left stale.
Beauty is a fragment blurred in the mirror.
What the fille wouldn't do to get out of here.

A Different Kind of Tragedy

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The grass sways left.
There is no voice in the wind.
In the distance, the hush of mourning rain sings me to sleep.
I will not live to see winter.
If only the beads of blood that stain the green below
could overlap into an ocean and float me ashore.
I am drowning in sorrow.

Miscommunication cuts me off from the rest of the flock.
I have lost my wings.
I cannot honk nor fallow,
instead I am left behind, a goose of no feather.

Nobody cares what I have to say,
so I do not say it.
I cannot speak loud enough,
and I have lost all feeling
except for this boulder in my gut.
I am stuffed, branded, put on display.

Listen, I didn't mean it.
Laughter turns into silence.
Does anyone know how their cruel words effect me?
I can't share, I can't speak.
Isn't it better to close your eyes to the world
than to open them to the hostility?

I lay alone, but with my eyes shut I can pretend.
I can pretend the geese still hover above,
circling, loyalty unwavering.
Finally, I look into the empty sky
and I unravel the thin layer of sanity.
Every moment is a million days,
Every tear is a million wails.

The Genie

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Stitches, needles,
A thread to the heart.
It all ends too soon,
Don't be afraid of the dark.

He'll grant you three wishes,
But not without price.
This Genie of the Soul
Is coated with ice.

His lamp is the shade
Of lust and defeat.
What happened to the rest
With the wishes complete?

He'll lock your gaze
In eyes so grim.
Don't turn away,
This is what you wanted from him.

A solid grip,
The wishes spill.
A lion is feasting
On a ravenous kill.

You sit in the floor,
Count the stars as you go.
Wishes don't come true,
And they always know.

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[TJgamer]

Wow! You seem very experienced at poetry!
They're all good in their own way, but I think the first and last ones are my favorite.
The Genie is pretty strange, but so enjoyable.
The State of Mind has a great meaning. We ought to look to God for forgiveness and wisdom.
Keep on going!

 

[ToWriteLove]

I really enjoyed all of your poetry, I felt like they all had the original touch that many people seem to not be able to grasp, yet people can still connect with them. I was moved by Then Came Death, it was able to bring in the depths of nature and how it's still there during all of the loss of life.

I look forward to seeing some more of your work.