Hello, I decided to rebuild my showcase today and include the poems I haven't posted yet. Please, note that feeling is much more important than understanding. Some poems have a heavy language, so discretion is advised. Please, do not post until I have this page + 3 more (yes, there are a total of 12 poems and a text, and My Tourniquet takes a long space to be posted). That's exactly why I'm putting My Tourniquet first, although it was only the fifth poem I wrote. Unfortunately, I lost 4 poems (Feel, Pain, Lights and Starting), and Lights was personally my favorite. Those will not be posted by obvious reasons. And here I go.

PS - The poems/text reflects one side of personality. Notice that the stories depicted on them do not reflect my point of view. And no, I'm not a suicidal maniac.

1. My Tourniquet

The life mocks me.
I try to reach its shades.
The colorful shades.
But then, they fade.
Shade. Fade. Fate. Hate.

I'd like to cut myself.
With a very sharp blade.
But, with that said,
I can't do that.
I could never do that.

I can't make sense.
Of who I am.
Of who I'll be.
And I don't really want.
I want not to think.
Because, this way,
I'd be long gone.
This chills me into the bone.

I lost myself.
Who am I?
I don't know.
Because I'm nothing.
So, I have room to be it all.
Being it all, I'm no one.
Because I wouldn't be myself.
So, nothing equals nothing?
When nothing is everything?
I know that nothing.
Can make me stay here.
Not even when I sing.
Not even when I sing.

I can't stand.
My hand is holding someone else.
My chest is elsewhere.
My brain is unresponsive.
My heart is broken.
In a pool of dark-red blood.
As my thoughts flood.
And spread into the world.
I know you told (me).
That I should be grateful because of who I am.
That I'm perfect into my own problems.
But let's face the truth.
I was never good enough.
And I'll never be.

All the time.
I think about.
My life.
It doesn't have really a meaning.
That gives me the freedom.
For everything I want.
(but I want nothing)
(nothing at all)

Sorry.
This is not about you.
Not about me.
It is about my mediocre life.
Because I never had the guts.
To say, in front of you.
That I really loved you.
I only wrote stupid letters.
(stupid letters)
That showed how I was a coward.
I'm sorry for that.

I don't care on what they say.
They tell me to live life, but, hey.
I wouldn't like to stay (here).
When I'm feeling like a gay.
Or an idiot.
Or a suicider.
An inconvenient weight.
(for everyone)
But it is already too late.
I lost the fight.
I lost my bright.
That faded into the night.
And engulfed the light.
It's outta sight.
I know this isn't right.
But a human I never way.
(because I never tried)
(because I denied [my mistakes])
(because I denied [my weaknesses])
(because I denied [the truth])
This way, I denied my life.

What am I? A common being puppet?
Should I work for everyone?
Because, when they're sad, I'll smile.
When they're hurt, I'll be there for them.
I can't cope with it.
(the other's pain)
And when I'm sad, I show that I'm happy.
And they believe me.
Because I learned to hide myself.
(Myself? Who is myself? Who am I? I'm just a colorful shade that fade.)
And I do care about what people think.
I only cry when the pressure is overwhelming.
When the words are rolling.
When I'm already crying.
(because I can't hold it)

Can someone help me?
I lost my track.
I can't get back.
I took a pack.
A hell of a pack of pain.
I don't need the pain.
I don't need the strain.
Because I learned.
I should never gain.
(after all, I'm not a human)
(I'm just a robot)
And when I'm sad.
I try to cover my feelings down.

Because I was never who I'd like to be.
And this me... doesn't deserve to live.

2. Falling

You start walking away.
I’m begging for you to stay.
But you already chose your way
And let me with nothing to say.

Where did I go wrong?
You’re making me so damn mad!
I know I should be strong.
But what am I? Sad.

I’m falling.
I lost my soul.
Drowning, drowning.
Was that your goal?

I tried to stand,
I gave you all.
You took my hand,
You let me fall.

I’m falling.
Losing control.
The light is blinding
Since you’ve been gone.

3. Carpe

Why have I been feeling down?
Why is it recurrent now?
When the world is out of place.

Do I need a divine grace?
To be who I used to?
Because I can’t live without you.

You were a part of me.
Couldn’t you see?
But you let me in pain.

And while I break this strain
I kiss you
Pretending there won’t be a tomorrow.

4. Life (is unpredictable)

Breathing this air
I take for granted
Life doesn’t make sense
Like this poem won’t.

This poem won’t have rhymes
And life is not predictable
It can change anytime
The birds are chirping at the garden.

But, even not making sense
Life is good to live
There are people who want to die
I understand them.
(but not today)

When you thought that it was over
And that you can predict the unpredictable
I, like life, tricked you
Did you believe me too
That this wouldn’t have a rhyme?
Yeah. This is life.

5. Boredom

Time won’t pass
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Deja vu.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

I am now awake
Why did I wake up?
For God’s sake
Why can’t we turn it up?

But things will just repeat.

So, then, I drift inside
I take a deep look into my mind.
Because this reality is much more kind
To me.

I fly away with my dragon
And take a deep breath at the deep sea
But, again, I’m forced
To get back to me
Because we aren’t free
To be
What we want.

Deja vu.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.

6. Rage

Staring at the ground
I don’t even make a sound
I try to calm myself...

I HATE YOU!

The way you let me down
The way you showed me how
You didn’t care about me
Like I even didn’t deserve
To be here.

The way you punched me
With your crimson red words.
The way you forced me to be
Someone else, outta my world.

The way you slapped me
With your cold dark acts
You fooled me, abused me
And I still love you, even when I hate
Your yellow sunshines
The way my orange mood rises
When I look at your black-browned eyes
But I feel blue when I’m not with you.

Staring at the ground
I don’t even make a sound
I try to calm myself...

But all I can is hate you more
While I stare even closer at the ground
As my head slowly gets wider
And with a cold blood taste.

7. Fire

Can you feel the bolt? can you feel the jolt? it’s just love spreading through my veins and making me crazy stopless confused you’ll say that you don’t love me but you can’t make this stop I feel so full of life beside you can you feel it too? can you feel the bolt? can you feel the jolt? you made me burn burn so deep inside crazy confusing unstoppable I just wanna stop I just wanna die but I’m so alive when I’m beside you this is not a lie I know I’m repeating all the phrases I said before but love makes me this way I can’t make sense of anything please just grab my hand let’s fly away to a place we only know we will be alone living on our own please just say yes I need you I feel you say yes yes yes please and come with me into our own eternity!

Hey.

What?

Do you love me?

No.

But a fire will eventually fade away.

8. The Edge

Taken to the limit
She was the victim and the culprit
At the edge of her life
Hanging over the edge of a knife.

Why would she do so?
So many people that loved she
And many people for her to be.
Yet, nowhere she wanted to go.

And I do understand
It is hard to stand
Alone.
A loner can’t live on his own
Forever.
While the world ablazes him
And reduces him to dirt.

And I think about that
Seconds before my death
She and he are me
I am a loner, alone
The victim and the culprit
I am just a human
That society insisted to take down.

9. Depressed

Depressed, much.
I’ve had enough.
Of me.
I can’t be.
Who I want.
I can’t get.
The aim I hunt.

Why so cold?
My blood runs bold.
And painfully.
Deadfully.
Dead inside.
Don’t put me aside.
I need you.
Now.

I’m not well.
This pain swells.
And hurts too much.
Inside of me.
Sense, this world makes none.
When everything I am is gone.
The words mess out out in front of me.
The tears blinded the world I could see.
Before all of this...

BACKSTABBER!
SUCCUBUS!
I succumbed to you,
You sucked my life out of me,
And now it sucks.
You sectioned me in pieces,
And now I can’t put myself together.
You severed my soul,
Stole my spirit,
Spoiled my senses.

I can’t see nothing
Than you and my tears.
But, unlike them
I can’t take you out,
Get rid of you
And step once again over the place you used to be.

10. Anger

Why did you leave me?
Alone, bitch.
You made me scream
You made me die
With your sweet lie.

Why did you leave me?
When I needed you the most.
You discarded me
Like rubbish
Like a ghost
With my open wonds
Boiling.
In my.
Veins.
But now what will boil is your face.

Why am I spending these words
On you?
You don’t need them.
Simple - I’m not spending them on you.
They told me to write a letter
When I get angry
And send it to no one.

I just did it.
(You’re nothing to me.)

11. Animal

Roaring, compulsively
Thoughts disorganized.
Kill, rape, explode, eat.
Nothing else cares.
Kill, rape, explode, eat. Repeat.

Why things don’t change?
Evolution, revolution?
Eat, repeat, eat, repeat.
ATTACK!

I’m dead because I thought
Being an animal would be so better.
It’s the only way to survive
In such an animalesque world where notting matter.

Eat, repeat.
If only I didn’t repeat
This is the only way to survive.
But then, I wouldn’t be alive
In such an animalesque world.

Kill me.
Kill me.

12. Night

Who’s there?
I ask and stare
At the darkness
And I get scared.
Who’s there?
Myself.

Myself.

WRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

I never knew I was so dark
So creepy, so dirty
Maybe that’s why I have the urge
To grab a knife
And kill
The lights
That remains
And the darkness
That contains
Me.

Wind pounding on door
I can’t stand anymore.
But I won’t be able to live
With my fate
Even when I hate
My scary life
The shining knife
Getting into my hand
The shining knife
Will be the only light I’ll ever see.

Because my life is pure dark
And I can’t walk away
To find a new way
To live.

Darkness is now what I am.

And that’s why I’ll grab you
And throw you away
Twist your mind
Make you find
That I’m right
Even when I’m wrong
You’ll fall for me
And you’ll be dead.

It’s all in my head.

13. Silence

Enjoy the silence, quiet, whispering through your ears. The silence that gives you peace is the same that mindblows you. Silence is nothing, but an absence. How can something be defined by something that’s empty? It doesn’t make sense.

I’m not the silence anymore. The sounds are filling my body, shredding my skin, bulking me up. I am a fusion of sound, strength and former hollow state (which’s being, fastly enough, taken off of me).

Confusion. How could my former hollow state define me? If that was right, I’d be hollow. The world is filled with hollowness, ironically enough.

Some words might “define” me. But what hides beneath them is much more important.

You may post now.

Wow, ill be readin over this *reserved*

EDIT: wow lots of poems :/

I loved most of them though :D
Some are overly repetative though :/

Overall it's good :D Good Job!

wow you write very well sir.

Im just curious, doesnt poems have to have rhyming ending?

Im just curious, doesnt poems have to have rhyming ending?

Not always. Poems usually have both ryhmes and metric, but sometimes I disregard those rules through a "kind of poetical license" (which is passible of being used) to write my poetry my own way. Sometimes, I even supress the punctuation (like on Fire) to make the story more tangible - i.e. as the thoughts of the "character", because a person does not think/speak with punctuation, given that's a mark of the written style.

Either way, most of my poems have ryhmes. Falling, Carpe, Rage, The Edge, Depressed, My Tourniquet (in a loosely definition)... the only ones that doesn't have ryhmes are Life (is unpredictable), Fire, Anger and Animal (because those three last ones are meant to be the expression of human's instincts - without any "aesthetical" resource).

Goods poems taylor

Goods poems taylor

Thank you very much. Any feedback on how can I improve?

Im just curious, doesnt poems have to have rhyming ending?

not really its the flow of the poem (the rhythm)


O.T These are some awesome poems

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not really its the flow of the poem (the rhythm)


O.T These are some awesome poems

Thank you very much. Which one is your favorite? =D

Wow, these are pretty good:laugh:laugh:laugh

goods poems
taylor

New poem on showcase!

Creation

Sensorial overload, sensorial overload
Nervous breakdown
Broken rhymes
Badly-done metric.

Writing on a paper
Trying to draw your own face
Nothing.
Now that's what I get.

The notebook is the barrier
That prevents me from touching myself
Killing my will,
Making me blind.

Another barrier - of tears - is forming
Once more.
The world turns around because of the suffering
That festers in the open sores of the society.

Some might say I deserve this,
I'll say that I deserve worse.
So I'll catch my breath
And finish this poem slapping myself.