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Hi everyone,
This is a thread for sharing your creative works.
Please bear in mind our community rules before submitting your work.
This thread is located in the BB Social Zone, so the primary purpose here is entertainment.
We will not publish poems containing dark or disturbing content, including themes of suicide, self-harm, death, dying, abuse or other forms of trauma.
Thanks for your understanding.
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I'm trapped inside my darkness
Murky waters mud and tears
My life is filled with pain
My days filled with fears
I'm remembering a story
I heard not long ago
About a lotus flower
And conditions where they grow
I could see so very clearly
As her life gently unfolds
That the lotus flower blooms brightly
Every petal treasures hold
So though I'm trapped in darkness
I'm hoping in my heart
Is a lotus flower unfolding
To emerge through deepest dark
Lotus flower, lotus flower
So beautiful to see
Resembling so many
Trapped in darkness just like me
So clear to see your beauty
And stand in deepest awe
Your growth came through the darkest times
Struggles and much more
Lotus flower, lotus flower
So beautiful to see
Lotus flower, lotus flower bloom in me.
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Social Anxiety 101
I find myself halfway through a sentence I never wanted to begin
one I only started to fit in
But now I’m spitting half-words and trying to shift attention
from the fact this sentence set off without a clear direction
and I don’t know what to say
how to fill the silence in
So I just stop
In the awkwardness I’m reminded
why I usually just keep quiet
because conversing with other people
is something I just
can’t
get
right
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The day you were born, and the day after you die.
Every moment between has no steps to stand on, no island to land on, no hill to climb on, no rock to hang on.
So while your alive, find a face to put a smile on, find a hand to hold on, a soul the needs a lift on, to a greater good that feels so far beyond them.
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In my life I have screamed too much and worried too much
I have cried too much, and I have wasted too much time
You have abused me too much and bullied me too much
You have hurt too much, taken too much of what was mine
There is no going back, there is no forgetting some
No point in lamenting, now that memories are done
It is history now, there was nothing I could do
I can live with my part but I’m not sure about you
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Accolade, is a flavour of coke
That’s served in a wooden pub, Baroque
Cacophony, is false chocolateness
From a strange shop, Deleterious
Epitome, that huge story book
About many crybabies, Forsook
Gentry, where a gnome is the doorman
To a blue odyssey, Halcyon
Idyllic, the loafer’s candy twist
That surprises the bum, Jingoist
Kaleidoscope, health food physical
Says “No Flowers”, Lackadaisical
Malaise, is poison sandwich content
That’s eaten because no smell, Nascent
Obeisance, fat apparitions
Of that man, Personifications
Quintessential, the fifth needed thing
To don your clothes again, Redressing
Sycophant, is an ailing Jumbo
From hundred acre wood, Trecento
Unanimous, treating the rodent
By swerving past all meaning, Vehement
Wardrobe, hospital accessory
Of magic flower kin, Xanthippe
Yeoman, is the hailing of people
Including that German lass, Ziegel
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Unable to function, you loose your profession
You then begin to disassociate from yourself
A frightening condition that cannot be looked up on the bookshelf
But that's only the beginning of a journey long and fatigued
Hoping one day to be relieved
dispossessed and deprived
living in a world unconsciously contrived
In the midst of this storm
you become apart from the norm
distant but in the midst of humanity
feelings gone, holding tight onto sanity
A barren home inside a town ravaged by plague
Looking into a future so bleak and vague
Stop the stigma of depression
It is a condition that warrants a concession.
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Too many promises, too
many lies
Have been fed to me
My mind in hysteria
And my soul in agony
I tremble under their touch
I will fall too hard if no
one’s there to catch me
Please don’t break my
heart
That’s where all my deep
love comes from
Rivers flow down my cheeks
Fear strangles me slowly
Wondering if I can feel
love
Wondering if they truly
love me
Or if it’s all a fantasy
As I find comfort in sleep
Where my scared, fragile
heart
Cries out for help to its
content
And allow my true self
To come alive and take
hold of me
My dark glasses conceal my eyes
The traitor that shows my true colours
Both black and white
Seeking an escape from those who
yearn
To break me down
My mind is a crevice
One that I will not show
For I’m ashamed of the
scars and stitches
That it carries
From the years of
heartache and sorrow
Who’s to say that others
can handle
The intensity of my
thoughts
And how they run non-stop
My mind, a wise adviser
Yet my biggest foe
My heart overwhelms me
Water drops cloud my
vision
Taking leave towards my
trembling lips
Begging to be seen and
heard
To be rescued from
torments of the heart and mind
And all that dwells within
I’m a mess of my emotions
A spinning hurricane
A giant water wave
Drowning my mind
As I gasp for air
Begging for refuge
From these dark monsters
Running through my head
And leaving me for dead.
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Get it? Full of wonder? *Sigh* it’s not funny, if you have to explain it.
I wonder if anyone wonders where I am
I wonder if anyone wonders who I am
I wonder if anyone cares where I am
I wonder if anyone cares who I am
I wonder if anyone is where I am
I wonder if anyone is who I am
I wonder if I am just nothing
I wonder if I am a nothing
I wonder if I’m anything
I wonder if I’m not me
I wonder if I existed
I wonder if I exist
I wonder if I am
I‘m a wonder
I wonder if
I wonder
I’m just
I am
Me
I!
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🌲SET US FREE🌲
I feel trapped, trapped in a place where i dont want to be. Longing to go where i know ill be free. Where theres mountains and rivers in a six letter word. A six letter word where id be free as a bird. Id feel all the magic around in those woods to explore. Where home would be anywhere that didnt have a door. No door you would ask, how could that be? How could you live in those woods and be free? I would walk, I would climb, I would swim, I would run, I would chase, I would stagger, I would only have fun as those woods are my destiny thats how i was born. I was made to feel freedom ive been longing for so long. To hear howling and growling of all the beasts around. How special i would feel to hear those magic sounds. The sounds that would echo along the mountains pass. Where the snow would start to melt and fall just beneath its grasp. I would watch the northern lights whenever they appear🌌 And ask all the spirit guides to help when i have fear. The fear which will never escape me, but can be tamed with the magic around. Beside my every move and breath my friend would follow as we are bound. We would make footprints and pawprints in the white icicles below. For this friend of mine is as wild as a wolf as only a mother would know. Yes this friend is my son, my son has four paws. He also needs the freedom where there would be no doors. Again you would ask how could that be? How could he live in those woods and be free? He would sniff, he would hunt, he would trot, run and bark, he would howl, he would growl, he would scavenge till dark.
WE WOULD JUST BE SET FREE🐾
I wrote this a few yrs ago. Lynne
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