Poetry Land

Come one come all!
Here is where anyone can come to write poetry, any kind you fancy!

your my poetry be flowing G, like the trunk of a tree, or a wiener when it pees.
Im hot like the sun, so i shrivel like a raisin
life is rough tough and braisen
and sometimes i wonder if ill end up in hell blazing
gods not saving
but i cant find him
went to church last sunday bit that still didnt remind him
Man… i feel like inside im dieing

This is one I quickly wrote a few years ago:
“The Leaf”
How can something so small have so many parts,
They come in the fall, they’re used in Great Arts,
The fall to the ground, and the wind blows them away,
Yet they will return, again another day.

Yes, I know it’s lame.

My aunt sits me down on a black bench
And tells me about her other nephew
Who was my age and hung himself on February first.
Her tears and the tears of my mother and my father and my friends
Pooled together when I tied my own noose
And they glow like a familiar headlight
Illuminating an invisible spiderweb covered in rain.

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THE SHADOWS
the shadows that follow me here
i always hold dear
when im in trouble
they seem to double
they grab their ankle and pull you down
though no water, you will drown.
when ever i tell others of my secret
they tell me to beat it.
i cry when they call me names,call me crazy
when they do my sight gets hazy
my dark little friends dont like to see me cry
thats why there loved ones wished they could say bye
they wisper to me in bed
thier voices inside my head
tell me secrets and stories
but none of heros and glories.
im starting not to like my friends
for everyone they touch meets sorry ends
i dont feel safe with my friend
the emotinal scars never mend
theyre approaching me now
theyre voices so low
not even a chance to say goodbye
before i die

When the sun sets, the heat dies,
The moon uncovers all your lies.

A mangled corpse stuffed with untruths,
You told when we were just youths.

The first lie was was that you did love me,
The fact you don’t is now plain to see.

The second lie was of your past,
You reel as soon as the line  is cast.

Your recommendations come straight from jail,
I found your record in the mail.

You never earned your money, dear,
To me that is now clear.

You lying, rotten dirty thief,
I’m fed up of you to my back teeth.

Now I’m done berating you,
The truth is that, well, I lied too.

I’m not the innocent you though me to be,
And you added to my victims? That makes three.

Prestidigitation
The pins pop my eyes
And shatter my masquerade
Of legerdemain.

Of Earth Cries and Sun Tears
Paralyzed world but for the laminate raindrops,
Like hail-storming teardrops, bruising rough tree tops,
Faster than falling falcons they plummet, fall—
Fall from broken skies and sorrow-filled clouds.

Where in this ministry of howling wind hymns
Do we sing, sing of redemption, salvation, creation?
Let violins vanquish the floods and harps heal
The Earth, where we stand, pray, dream and live.

Soiled, savaged whilst we boil the seas and scorch
The skies, leaving tears in the Sun’s eyes, laminated.
Ravaged is Mother’s wish; like spoiled meat, our scent
Is tarnished and our time soon to be disposed of.