5 minute poetry

[Thanatos]

Why do i even try,
No one is ever going to love me!
Why would they
It's not like I have anything to offer
What do I have going for me?
I can sing, wow that's real special,
only half the people alive today can do that.
Ok, I can right music.
Yeah well, what is music these days,
nothing but a bunch of noise.
No there is no reason to love me
No reason to continue this existence
I should end it all.

[Funka Genocide]

lets let go
come on its easy
who cares anyway
oh wait, I do

I guess its only fun then
even if they try
its only half attempted
no one wants to die

quit crying
I can't take it
death is not an answer
statement necessary

this is in response to the over abbundance of quasi suicidal writing I've been exposed to lately, not just here but seemingly everywhere. Nothing infuriates me more than people who give up, while at the same time nothing give me greater sorrow. As intimate as I am with this subject, I still don't know how to handle it, so I juist vent my frustration with uncoordinated poetry.

[RaiRai]

Anti-suicide poetry. I like it.

You Bleed

It's strange
the only people who actually go through
are the people
who never told anyone they were going to
they keep quiet
about the thoughts that lurk in their head
and remain silent
up until the point where they are then dead
you say
that you'll take the knife in your grip
we wait
but you always come back on top of it
the lies continue
of heartache and pains only death can erase
then tomorrow
you're back here, sitting in your place
you claim
you bleed and yet you keep your smile
grow up now
you're just acting childish, it isn't your style
if you want
you can go through this suicide skit again
but remember
no one else is seeing that hate you claim.

[Funka Genocide]

I love you, oh so dearly
you are my sun, though black
I still may not see clearly
without you I am lost

do not take your shining self
I can not bear the pain
remember me, your little elf?
love me please! I'm fading...

go away? I can't endure
a life without your voice
you must be here to ensure
I become a man

can you hear that child screaming?
can you find the strength to care?
I only want your smile beaming
your fingers through my hair

don't leave me mama, please don't leave your little boy...


That is the best I can do for anyone who wants to die. Think about those who love you, those who may still learn to love you. All the world will mourn the passing of a single vibrant life. Don't do it! Don't even harbor aspirations! There is more of my soul in this piece than I've ever dared to print, I can only pray that someone learns to live again because of it, please, for that crying child in the hospital, watching his mother strapped to a cot.

[Aeria]

Alrighty, here's another one I wrote, which seems to be in line with recent poems. And I apologize for the language, I normally try to avoid it, but in this case it seems to fit. I call it... uh... sure, why not, "Hold Me".

I'm feeling hella shitty now,
So go and leave me be.
These such things are what I say,
But are not what I mean.

I mean to say that I need you,
To comfort me and hold,
I mean to say come, please help me,
For I feel the world is cold.

I need you now more than before,
I know I didn't say,
But please look far beyond my words,
And hold me anyway.

[Thanatos]

Writing the suicide poetry actually keeps me from writing stuff like this more often:

"Die"

Nobody cares anymore,
Then why should I.
I cannot see any need.
I should blow them all away,
Maybe then they'd see.
They can't go on causing me pain,
And expect me to always smile.
I can't wait to see there faces,
when I return the favour.

[Aeria]

Ok, this one was written by me (As always) for a really close friend of mine who is on the very verge of breakup. Actually, they just decided that tomorrow was the day... It is rather sad... And it just occured to me that I didn't give this one a happy ending at all :P. I'll probably write another stanza or two, this one needs a happy ending.

Happiness, it comes and goes in cycles like the sun.
At first we're glad to find the one that makes our heart to run.
Time goes by and we grow close, get nearer everyday,
Until one day a point is reached, and passion goes away.

We're left with just the two of us, our mindsets to compare,
And we might find within ourselves that we no longer care.
As once we cared as now is gone, yet do not say goodbye,
we can't let go yet know we should, and start to live a lie.

Time continues ever on, and so grows our despair,
For happiness has gone away, our love no longer there.
We've grown a certain enmity between the two of us,
Whom once we loved and cherished dear, we now no longer trust.

We've strained the point, and dragged it on far longer than its life,
And all the while we've hurt ourselves, Like cuts made with a knife.
Now we say final goodbyes, hurting far too much,
The knife that cuts, after all this time, it bears a meaner touch.

My point is small, and simpler still, unless you're very sure,
That there's a chance for love to grow, you musn't need endure
The pains and sorrows that will come if living in a lie,
The pains and sorrows that will cause your heart to surely die.
[Edit:Happy Ending]
But if there is no other way but leave, alone move on,
Be not afraid, my friend, to cry, such things they are not wrong.
And in time, trust me my friend, you'll find the path you chose,
Will lead you to a better life, a life with lesser woes.

Yet don't look back with teary eyes at all the time you've 'lost',
And don't think that for him you've had to pay too high a cost.
You've learned from him, gained memories, and had some happy days,
You're better now for knowing him who once deserved your praise.

[WanderingActor]

This is my latest work. It was written on a napkin in a restaurant, so I had to type it out here. Behold:

Divination Rebellion

As I toss in bed last night
There came to me a new kind of sight
Not the normal visions I have seen
But one of worth, a paean of green
A sonnet of glory, repose of time
Such were thought and scenes I called mine
But this was not my average dream upon my futon
A vision of a man with the flare of Rasputin
Seductively he crawled up to me
His eyes they seemed to see right through me
Hand over had, knee by knee is how he got across my room
Beside myself I began to swoon
This fellow moved much like a cat pursuing prey
Upon opening hi mouth in a leisurely way
I am sure this is what he had to say:
“Who am I you lovely little thing?”
“I know you spirit, you are the Lizard King!”
With a wolf like howl he bared his throat and spasm like he’d suffered a sting
“Yes! I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!
I have a mission for you, my little friend
A job that never seems to end
So take heed that you may learn
And maybe some of my power you shall earn
The tides of change are now at hand
A change the conservatives simply can’t stand
Your job shall be one of desecration
Sin, debauchery, paganism, fornication
Abusive power, violence, evil
You shall turn your nation in complete upheaval
Picking up the job that I had started before
Take my example and add a little more
For now is the time to spread your wings
And worry not about temporal things
As I was destined for the musical scene
So you are made for the silver screen
And if you feel burdened during this crazy ride
Remember just to break on through to the other side.”
With that he was gone; a chilly air was all he left me
No more strange long haired men did I see
My conviction in my heart, I stood as if to sing
Lifting my hands to the sky I yelled “I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!”

[Durandal]

Wrote this in English Comp today. Should've been paying attention to the teacher, but...meh. No title for it.

Light
Stardust and guilt
Borne across the great distance
Come to find his soul

Dark
Ribbons and faith
Looking up from home
Come to find redemption

Hearts
Destiny links
Faith to heal the soul
She doesn’t know his feelings

Faith
Making whole
Son of the stars
Daughter of Terra
Entwined by fate?

Only time knows
Cards dealt by life
Love or denial
Life moves around them

Notice
Raindrops fall
Sentiments change
A note hidden
In cards long since thrown to the wind

Gazes meet
Decisions made
Time tells the story…

[BlackMageGirl!]

What am I?
Am I some sort of item?
A precious jewel, a gaudy decoration
Something to place on your wall?

Or, am I a drug?
Something to make you feel better.
Taken, now addicted, a heady feeling
That makes you feel happy over time?

A journal, so blank and empty
Placing all of your thoughts
Emptying your soul and hearts feeling
Keeping them behind my blank eyes...

This one needs me, this one wants me
This one feels unsecured, grasping for meaning
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere.
But, what if I can't be that person?

I am human it seems
My wants and desires I myself
Put on the shelf for others
By my own wishes is the best part

Still, even I feel lonely
Feel lost, drifting along with the tide
What should I do? What can I do?
It's not like I know the answer to all...

What a joke, for I have placed
My happiness in someone else's hands
I cry when they are in pain
I laugh when they are happy

I know that I cannot fix everything
Yet, for some strange reason
That thought alone does not
Stop me from trying.

Am I a fool? Should I just
Stop worrying, stop asking
Should I go back to what I used to be?
Is that even possible?

I am set on this road it seems
The one that I placed myself on
I shall continue onward
I cannot turn back now...