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My Turn

I felt myself slipping
I could feel all the old pain coming back
I sat there and I cried
I cut
I bled
I felt the same
That one thing is what made this time different
I love writing more than anything
I thought I could only write when I was down
Maybe this was a blessing?
Feeling so shitty constantly could lead to the production of another poem to be proud of
No.
I felt.
I knew.
This time had to be different.
I was going to find a way to be happy.
The blood wasn't doing it for me anymore
I sat at my desk
I got back to work
I did something I hadn't done in ages
I drew.
The picture was dark
But I was proud of it.
I am proud of it.
I love to create.
My teacher always said anything can be a poem
I was so stuck to rhyme.
Fuck rhyme.
This is my poem.
I'm done making you happy.
I'm making me happy.
I like my Mohawk a lot.
I like doing what I do.
I crawl through holes .
I walk on train tracks.
I write.
I laugh.
I listen.
Do you?

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  • shadowofmyself5
    December 5, 2008

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    I don't know why...but something about this poem bothers me. But it is true that poetry is not just sticking to the rules - sometimes its all about breaking them. Good luck.


  • docbill gold member
    November 20, 2008

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    Yeah most of my stuff seems to be a result from depression. Well mostly former depression.

    This is a good write.

    The line: "Feeling so shitty constantly could lead to the production of another poem to be proud of"

    needs a bit of work.

    "Felling constantly shitty can
    lead me to another poem to be proud of"

    This is not the best suggestion just the first one that came to mind. Flow is important and that line is the only bump in the stream.

    Bill

  • scoff
    November 20, 2008

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    A poem is emotion in words.

    and this one is certainly all that.

    And I think you hit on half the equation.

    When you're happy with yourself, then you can worry about making someone else happy.

    There is a poem called "Desiderata" that has these lines in it.

    "With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
    it is still a beautiful world.
    Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."

    Good advice for those who are willing to listen.

    You can find the whole poem online through google. I think you'd like it.