creative writing...

Former Member

...i'm not too sure how many people write when they feel low but i thought i'd give it a go adding a new thread here so if anyone has any poems or bits of creative writing they can add it.

i write alot of poems. i thought i'd add this one. it's quite new....


2/10/07 – 3/10/07 – 4/10/07- 7/10/07

I could jump straight into my skin
And that could be the blade deep within
Only can I calculate if that makes me win
The silence gives it a million places to begin

I could run a mile
Keep it all hidden beneath a smile
I’m not afraid now I’ve lost the nerve to dial
Nobody knows what it does to you after a while

Does anyone hear the real screams that can’t be expressed aloud?
Can you confuse the up from down?
I will be the only one to hear the same sound
Because when are any of you around?

Does anyone ever wonder-
Why we cry through our own plagiarism?
Does anyone ever wonder-
Why together can never be forever?

Why ever do we look to each other-
To find something that can’t exist
I can’t go losing myself within you or some other
Why said this suicide needs to be emotionless?

Emptied out blurred time
Whatever makes this go by-
Once I find this stability I’ll be fine
It’s completely useless to wonder why

Let me find a place to situate
All my dreams and helplessness
In this place I’m so far away I disorientate
Cold day without a feeling of success

My mind falling off line
The words are in another rhyme
They were getting mixed with mine
Now I’m getting lost in a wasteful meaning

If only I could breathe
Could I let myself speak?
Runaway in my head, this place I’ll leave
I can’t suggest that I’m the one who’s weak.

The uncontrollable factor
And I’m still stuck on last years’ chapter
What am I waiting to feel?
I just need something real


it would interesting to hear what you think!

Former Member

sorry to continue the angsty nature of the poetry, here's a few of mine

1-
i lost you some place in the crowd
a crowd thick with accents, smells and stories
all compiled in one small tube station
my ticket refused to go into the machine
so i had to wait until someone noticed me
a faceless man gestured me through uninterested
you weren't there when i reached the other side
i remained hopeful and followed a man with a shiny head
feeling brave as he stopped to check his watch
i made eye contact
the shape of his face was perfect
but his eyes were nothing like yours

2-
im stuck
between two very different places
i feel the tug from both ends
choosing a side has never been so difficult

normality waves it's hyperactive hand
promising life
depression constantly whispers in my head
promising nothing

3-
one night the bed caught fire,
but we were too numb to notice
instead we sweetly slumbered
a tangled heap of limbs and joints
like soldiers, shot down in a field
dreaming of bubbles that refused to pop
and a baby
a baby called charlie
the whiteness of his skin reflected the sun
so perfectly it shimmered
until it was morning
and the bed
the bed was dust

Former Member

wow. they're really good