Adoration

Just a quick one for you today. It's not finished and I wrote it in about twenty minutes

OH and its pretty bad :/ it's definitely not one of my favourites.
Probably because I wasn't happy whilst writing it.
Ah well, see what you think


Adoration.


Elaborate, would you please on your chosen point
its funny how you think you can win me over.
Hilarious, how I used to fit the joint
in the gap, in the space
between your arms
and when I became lost (so lost)
in your charms.

Don’t pity me on my surely useless debate
its funny how you think I don’t remember.
Hilarious, how I used to say great (?)
We relate, we can stay
In this bottomless pit
and when I spit out my words (my words)
you still seem to think my opinions’ absurd.

Stop reminding me, surely I feel enough guilt.
Its funny how you think I forgave you
Hilarious, how leaning on the stilt,
we shared, and we cared
about our lives and each other.
But it’s nice now, I guess having you as my brother (?)

You told me if you could see them today.
It’s funny how you’ve already drifted
Hilarious, how you’ve gone astray.
We were, we adored
each other you said.
Then why are these thoughts of you still hassling my head?

Untitled poem

This is awful, but I thought I should post it anyway, as I haven't posted in a long time. Sorry :( just very ill at the moment and currently feeling very uninspired :( sorry

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There’s nothing I can do
No, nothing quite at all
To make you understand
The reason for my fall
Lets take a drop of whispers
Of weathered melodies
And slice them up together
With distant memories

Lets take a finger and scratch it
Scratch the fear away
After all it doesn’t matter
It’s gone by yesterday
I have something to tell you
There’s something on my mind
Yet your sitting here, my witness
With the problems I can’t find

Why is that I struggle?
To find the words to gasp
Whilst all the time I’m hiding
Behind the harshest masks
I have something to tell you
But you’ll never offer ears
So instead I’ll guess I’ll drown you
In hiccups and in tears

Why is it that I whimper
When there’s nothing wrong at all?
Or maybe that’s the reason
A reason for the fall
There’s a something deep inside of throat
A croaking
Yet it’s quite remote
You had a time when nothing seemed
Pleasant, spectacular
You departed in dreams

Why is it that I see in you what I used to see in me?
The way you simply turn away
When your eyes decline to see
There’s someone trapped inside of you
Please let me set them free

I know this isn’t poetry
This isn’t even work
This is simply just a expression
Of how much I am hurt
Sometimes I feel I’ve glass shards
In the corners of my eyes
And that every time I nearly succeed
I’m losing due to lies

Why is that there’s others
I wish that I could hold
Why is it that I’m losing (them)
My story seems foretold
Great things I wished to happen
Back when I was too young
Yet now I feel so different
I’ve been bitter, I’ve been stung

Why is it that I’m petty?
This writing isn’t mine
In fact I’d never write this script
These words don’t intertwine
It’s not the thoughts I like to think
It’s not the words I use
I’ve lost my portrait,
I need inspiration, I need a muse

Why is there nothing left for me to bring me back to I
I guess you’re getting tiresome now
(Let’s call this verse Goodbye.)
I’ve released something into words I wouldn’t normally speak
Just listen close
Just open, please.
I’m drowning, and I’m weak.

~ misshapenskies

Surgery

This poem I wrote a few weeks ago, as a way of relief - I've suffered from depression before and luckily I have poetry as a way of dealing with it. Luckily I've been fine recently :) but sometimes the memories of my "black" year come crawling back (as my doctor used to call it). This peice of poetry is about finding the answers, curiousity, and self-loathing which I'm sure any of you reading this HAVE been through at some point. We all have something about ourselves that we don't like or wish wasn't there. For me, discovering myself and improving my self-esteem has been a long and tirersome upheavel - and I'm still not confident (probably never will be). I called it 'Surgery' because I feel as though although I don't want surgery sometimes I want to perform MENTAL surgery on my attitudes towards my body and personality. I'm not sure if anyone else feels like this, but sometimes I feel like I'm five different people! Anyway, if you would like to know anything else about the poem, send me a message or comment :) Here is SurgerySurgery
A droplet at the axis of your nose
pirouetting, you stretch out your tongue ready to catch it
the salty certainty infects your lips
your seasoned lips taint your brain
your brain selects your recollections
and flourishes the height of regret.

You’re arms take you on a journey
and your fiddlers wipe your seasoned lips that try and touch
your elbows - still bruised
your elbows tell your arms to speak to your
Shoulders, which shrug at you
and tell you to mention it to the collarbone
collarbone says it’s simply there for show...
You plead for the comfort of your neck...
 Except it’s chocking on salty certainty.

So you look down to your hands,
the crafters.
 Then you remember what the fiddlers did,
the marvel that they perform
But the horror that they caused you?
So turn them aside in disgust!
You ask your wrists.
Who do I seek?
And the wrists say it’s time to lock onto to your thighs
your thighs say they’re not organized
then you fall to your knees
you say please!
Please, help me where do I go from here?
Why am I being chased?
The knees say they’d help but the legs know the full story

The legs just stand there in all their glory
And say don’t run, just confront and you’ll learn that the
Droplets of sorrow will be gone by-
When?
I bawl and crawl and fall
to the floor
so I can pour her onto my .

She’s marked with stains.
 I’m tainted with names.
I can present the art of shame
 and who am I to blame?
After all,
I hacked my sodden core in half
and shared it with her.~misshapenskies

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