I'm still trying to fly 

with broken wings

and trying to walk through fire

and trying to step on this broken glass.

am i trying to be something i'm not?

maybe.

but i'll just get used to the pain

i deserve this pain,

don't i?

i have to keep trying

and maybe you think i'm broken

but 

it's ok

i'm ok 

it'll all be woth it in the end

...

right? 

This one is about how I often distract myself from my feelings and problems with the internet or TV. 

i'm slipping,

sliding

into a nightmare

of my own creation.

so i'm running

tripping

away from reality

yet i can't move a finger. 

it's

my

fault.

i did it wrong again.

i'm 

not enough.

why do i do this?

i don't know,

but

i do. i'm

running, slipping

from feeling

like not enough.

Any name suggestions? 

omg Kali just said mr pen! is that your new friend? 

I originally wrote this as a song, but it's pretty poetic. I'm not sure if the rhymes make as much sense as a poem, but I still kind of like it. 

Rose petals / rose colored night

i'll watch the rose petals as the float down the stream

as it carries all my fears, hopes, and dreams

i'll watch the birds in the trees

an' i'll listen to 'em as they sing

i'll watch the the sky as it fades into a warm peach dream

with its cotton candy clouds and beautiful themes

and as i see the sky fade into night,

i'll watch the rose petals 'til there's no more light

for this golden rose colored sleeping sky

is where i make my home and where i lie

on this rose colored night

Tears run a familiar path,

Puffy red skin, pained clouded

Eyes that never bother to clear;

It's all because of you.

Time repeats, twisting

And tugging, even still

at such a jaded heart ;

And it's all your fault.

You could have saved them,

Saved them all-- but you didn't--

You couldn't, you're too weak,

Too naive; you can't survive this cold world alone

Because all of it was for you.

What would've happened if you'd 

Simply just been there for them?

If you had listened and looked

Just a little harder, and realized the weight they carried

If only you had know, nothing like this

would have ever happened.

Now, you see, don't you? 

The world will happily turn it's back on you

Just the way you turned a blind eye to their suffering

The world only sees what it wants to see;

Darkness and lightness clash,

Splashing into grey; everyone's grey--

But whoever reaches for the light falls from grace,

Whoever seeks out the dark for shelter falls deeper

Just like him: falling, falling, for he's one of them;

Even now, you're falling, falling, plunging into darkness

For good intentions pave a path to indescribable suffering 

And the naive lead the herd to destruction.

We all know the story:

Once there was an evil being

Who stole away with the princess 

And the hero had to set off to save her...

But,

Have you ever considered that

Maybe I don't want to be the

Pretty princess trapped in a tower

Forever reliant on someone I don't truly know

Maybe I want to fly, 

Fly so far away no one'll ever

Hurt me again-- 

Maybe I want to fade, 

Into the trees and become a driad

Lost in a world built

Of art and songs and poems and hope;

Maybe I just want to sink,

Sucked deeper, deeper,

Endlessly

For ever and ever 

Into a pit of ground-down jewel-sand 

Never to be bothered again.

Maybe I want to slip into

A world of books

Where the world feels more real

Than what this jaded heart knows,

Where tales can be spun, and I'll 

Know what's done is done

And I'll never have to

Deal with this

All over

Again. 

We all know the story:

The hero sets off, often from humble beginnings

To defeat the evil, save the princess, and set it all right.

But

have you ever considered 

The story's ending?

After slaying the monsters, saving the day,

Getting the girl, and amassing treasures of his own

Do you think he can simply return

To live a simple life?

No.

The life of a hero shall always end in tragedy--

Not tragedy as we know it, no;

Tragic --not just a sad event--

But true tragedy, as in anagnorisis,

When one watches their world crumble

And realizes how each and every bit of suffering

Could have been prevented if only they'd been more careful--

Made one choice different, 

Hadn't been blind to such a small detail,

Hadn't ignored all the pained voices

Or gotten too overconfident;

If not for such flaws, everything might have been

Oh so different.

But they didn't

So fate didn't 

Choose to give them a happy ending--

Alas, 'tis the destiny of a hero.

It's not often I cry.

But I cry today.

For broken kites in empty fields;

For poems, books unread, no glory yield;

For memories lost to times long gone,

For broken dreams and songs unsung; 

For posts, videos, some reason taken down;

For olden countries and rulers who lost their crowns;

For stories only I seem to remember,

The empty hollowness within me, a fireplace without a single ember;

For things I remember in snips and wisps,

For children mocked for glasses and lisps;

For lost languages left long unspoken,

Yet another person's unanswered cry for help, hope lies broken;

For fallen buildings, towers and castles alike,

For teary skies and ivy-ridden walls filled with spite;

For all those who have been struck down, or simply cumbled,

For all those we've made smile, or perhaps even troubled;

For people that I may never see again,

To things I cling onto so dearly, but then

I remember that I'm me.

The 'me' who almost never cries

But is still lost in nostalgic longing,

And perhaps craving a sense of belonging,

Aching at an emptiness that can never be filled--

But no matter what happens,

I'll pretend to forget, tomorrow:

What happened today,

The people, the places,

The forlorn mind-photos, the pained faces;

For everything I carry as such a burden,

On tomorrow morn' should close the curtain.

Or at least that's what I like to pretend.

@Spellbound- that's really nice! Even if the rhymes aren't perfect, it flows very well, and your descriptions are beautiful and sweet. :)

I think I really like this one...

seasons of embers

{one} in winter the sky was a frozen lake, the sun never touching its surface

the air was cold and stiff and i could always hear it crackling

and you know we were always quiet then;

we thawed our fingers on mugs and each other's hands, and in seas of threadbare blankets and sandpaper skin, our eyes were lighthouses for the other's sinking ship.

and there was always a fire to sit around. 

{two} in spring the sky was a lazy river of quick and noisy storms

the air was thawed and the atmosphere seemed to be yawning

and you know we were always kind then;

we filled our minds with hope and each other's words, and in storms of broken umbrellas and failed tests, our cracked and smiling lips were flowers for the other's hard soil.

and there was always a fire to sit around.

{three} in summer the sky was a dry riverbed, the sun turning its contents to dust

the air was blurry and i could always hear it panting

and you know we were always uncertain then;

we passed our days in laziness and each other’s absence, and in tales of old cities and opened eyes, our long-distance calls were short pages for the other’s book.

and there was always a fire to sit around.

{four} in autumn the sky was a babbling stream of infinite and fiery colors

the air was whispering and the atmosphere seemed to be fretting

and you know we were always angry then;

we exhausted our lips with snarls and each other’s flaws, and in battles of grim faces and twisted guts, our insults were explosives for the other’s battleground.

and there was always a fire to sit around. 

~~~~~Boo says "tncan". Tin can? Toucan? I'm not sure what either of those have to do with everything... 

Hollllly moly. @Jaybells. Those poems!

The first one is fascinating. Such an intresting story; I can't quite tell who the villain, who the hero is. Then again, "Splashing into grey; everyone's grey--"... So there isn't really a hero, is there?

The second and third ones are a spectacular take on the classic fairy tales and the story of villain/damsel in distress/Prince Charming. I especially like how it reminds us that the story continues after the ending, and happily ever afters never last for long. (I also love how the princess wants to escape not only the villian, but also the prince. Honestly, anyone who spends their free time searching for pretty women in trouble and taking them away can't be really all that good.)

The fourth one is just... wow. It perfectly captures all the things in this world that are heartbreakingly sad. It makes me want to cry. It's like you've taken all the everything-needs-to-change-I-have-to-do-something-but-there's-nothing-I-can-do feelings and turned them into a poem.