Poetry Poetry

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Happy little puppies
Dancing in the sun,
Happy little puppies
Always having fun,
Dancing here
Dancing there,
Dancing here and everywhere,
Happy little puppies,
Can I dance with you?

Dedicated to Chloe and Ella, love you big time always.
 
Recipe for the Perfect Disaster

I tried to bake a cake today,
But fuck, the flour flew away!
The eggs revolted within their shell,
And butter gave up, “Oh, what the hell!”


I mixed it up, then dropped the spoon,
The oven laughed—too hot, too soon.
But in the end, with great despair,
I found the cake, burnt beyond repair.


So here’s my lesson, loud and clear:
If you need a cake, don’t come near!
I’ll stick to biscuits, and maybe tea—
Baking? Yeah, that’s not for me.​
 
My mind is too heavy, to sit on my shoulders
I'm sorry I can't fix myself
So many questions, but never the answers
I'm sorry i can't fix myself

I'm like a dog that's just found a bone
You try and pull, but I just won't let it go
I try to stand out but i get lost in the shuffle
I don't have the pieces to finish the puzzle
I don't think I can figure this out

Think of the old days, my father and mother
Lost in a haze of nostalgia
I wish i could be that boy now
Play on the streets with my friends
Out till the day ends
I wish I could be that boy now

I'm like a dog that's just found a bone
You try and pull, but I just won't let it go
I try to stand out but i get lost in the shuffle
I don't have the pieces to finish the puzzle
I don't think I can figure this out

The final movie scene is over
I've got so much older
I still can't figure this out.
 
Enough

I am treading water
in a sea that has no shore.
No lighthouse, no stars
just the endless ache of trying
not to slip beneath the dark.

Every breath is borrowed,
every moment just enough
to prove I’m still alive,
but never enough to matter.

I give and give
until my bones are hollow,
until my voice is salt and foam
and still, it’s never enough.

The world swallows my offerings
like stones thrown into the waves.
They vanish, soundless,
leaving me to drift and wonder
what more I should become.

And when I tire
(I always tire)
there is no gentle hand
reaching out to pull me in.

Just the sea, and my arms
growing weaker, thinner,
until I’m a ghost among the tides,
treading, always treading,
never enough

For your ear holes if you prefer
https://voca.ro/1lbvxGMC5deq
 
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HopeAndDagger said:
Enough

I am treading water
in a sea that has no shore.
No lighthouse, no stars
just the endless ache of trying
not to slip beneath the dark.

Every breath is borrowed,
every moment just enough
to prove I’m still alive,
but never enough to matter.

I give and give
until my bones are hollow,
until my voice is salt and foam
and still, it’s never enough.

The world swallows my offerings
like stones thrown into the waves.
They vanish, soundless,
leaving me to drift and wonder
what more I should become.

And when I tire
(I always tire)
there is no gentle hand
reaching out to pull me in.

Just the sea, and my arms
growing weaker, thinner,
until I’m a ghost among the tides,
treading, always treading,
never enough

For your ear holes if you prefer
https://voca.ro/1lbvxGMC5deq
Click to expand...
sad but beautiful
hugs
 
HopeAndDagger said:
Enough

I am treading water
in a sea that has no shore.
No lighthouse, no stars
just the endless ache of trying
not to slip beneath the dark.

Every breath is borrowed,
every moment just enough
to prove I’m still alive,
but never enough to matter.

I give and give
until my bones are hollow,
until my voice is salt and foam
and still, it’s never enough.

The world swallows my offerings
like stones thrown into the waves.
They vanish, soundless,
leaving me to drift and wonder
what more I should become.

And when I tire
(I always tire)
there is no gentle hand
reaching out to pull me in.

Just the sea, and my arms
growing weaker, thinner,
until I’m a ghost among the tides,
treading, always treading,
never enough

For your ear holes if you prefer
https://voca.ro/1lbvxGMC5deq
Click to expand...

I mean that's incredible lovely if not heartbreaking.

Also it takes a lot of courage to read out something so heartfelt.
 
It's your life

Stop watching the path I tread,
Stop weighing the words I said.
Your eyes are mirrors turned outward wide,
Reflecting what you wish to hide.

I walk on stones you’ll never feel,
I bear the burdens you won’t heal.
Your whispers trail like ghostly chains,
But your opinion fuels no flames.

This life is mine to bruise and bloom,
To fill with sunlight, to make more room
For love, for failure, for rising high
For tears to fall and dreams to fly.

So turn your gaze back on your soul,
Your garden waits to be made whole.
While you are busy watching mine,
Your own bright spark fades out in time.

I’ll walk ahead, through storm or light,
My steps my own, my wrongs, my right.
And when you learn to walk your way,
Perhaps we’ll meet again someday.
 
I'm one for forgetting
I hide when attacked
You can hold it against me
The character I lack

Could have been as solid as a boulder
If i just had wider shoulders
Better clothes, a better face, learn to smile
And not compound, all the things that are wrong with life
I need to try
Not to be myself
Be a complety differnt guy

And all these things that I read in these trashy magazines
Blaming the teens, selling dreams
Telling you how you all should be
It's all a scheme
They tell you to go and load your plate
But they are just selling hate

I'm not one for hitting, I know how it is to feel down
Too many beautiful people, live in my town
So I turn to my computer screen
To feel seen, but there is a space in between
And I'm home, all alone
With another broken heart
But I've got nowhere else to go
Sometimes you need to give away your winnings
Just to understand what you've lost
 
Harthacnut said:
I'm one for forgetting
I hide when attacked
You can hold it against me
The character I lack

Could have been as solid as a boulder
If i just had wider shoulders
Better clothes, a better face, learn to smile
And not compound, all the things that are wrong with life
I need to try
Not to be myself
Be a complety differnt guy

And all these things that I read in these trashy magazines
Blaming the teens, selling dreams
Telling you how you all should be
It's all a scheme
They tell you to go and load your plate
But they are just selling hate

I'm not one for hitting, I know how it is to feel down
Too many beautiful people, live in my town
So I turn to my computer screen
To feel seen, but there is a space in between
And I'm home, all alone
With another broken heart
But I've got nowhere else to go
Sometimes you need to give away your winnings
Just to understand what you've lost
Click to expand...
Beautiful and heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing it with us
 
Facade

They wear a smile like painted glass,
A fragile front light can't pass.
With eyes that dance but never gleam,
They drift inside without a dream.

Each laugh rehearsed, each nod precise,
Their truth encased in layers of ice.
A thousand faces worn each day,
To keep the world’s gaze at bay.

The boldest ones may cry alone,
Where silence carves them into stone.
While jesters bow and lovers flirt,
Their souls, untouched, remain inert.

A mask for grief, a mask for pride,
For shame they never dared confide.
Behind the veil, the weight is real
They ache they smile though never heal.

Yet all of us, in some small way,
Don costumes just to face the day.
But oh, the grace if one could see
The raw beneath how brave we’d be.
 
Silent room

In crowded rooms I fade to dust,
A hollow shell of broken trust.
Their laughter rings a foreign sound,
I walk unheard on haunted ground.

Eyes glance through me like I’m air,
No hand to hold, no one to care.
A stranger in my skin and bones,
Surrounded yet so deeply alone.

I wear a smile a practiced lie,
While storms rage in my sky.
I scream inside but no one hears,
My voice drowned out by louder fears.

I do not know the shape of "home",
Just corners where I sit alone.
Present here but not quite seen,
An outcast in the in-between.

They talk of dreams I feign delight,
Then weep in shadows every night.
An echo of who I once knew,
Now numb where colours once bled through.

I drift apart,
A ghost that lives with half a heart.
Still breathing, though I cannot tell
If this is life or just its shell.
 

The Wolf in Me​

by Ginny Lowe Connors

This madness.
This wolf that won’t let go
won’t absolve me or allow me to forgive—

If I could shoot it in the heart, I would.
No. That would be suicide.
It loves me; it does.

Its teeth that shine, its teeth that lick.
A purpling wound, a twilight.
Deep velvet pleasure. And then

the shame. I’m no crazier than our shattered
precious world. Its light that explodes
leaving darkness behind.

I tried, you know. Tried turning away from its raw
hot breath. Tried locking the windows.
Folded and creased a hundred origami doves.

For an hour, maybe two, safety visited me.
Hah. Looked in the mirror and there—
my skin peeling away, the wolf crawling out.

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Red Shoes

Let them whwhisper, let them stare,
I’ll wear red shoes, I do not care.
Not black, not gray, nor quite white,
But crimson bold in morning light.

A final step, a flare, a spark,
A laugh inside the solemn dark.
No mourning veil will dim my hue,
My soul once danced and still it’s true.

I’ve walked through storms and starlit streets,
In shoes that bled beneath my feet.
So lay me down with color loud,
Not meekly bowed beneath a shroud.

Red, for all the love I gave,
For every time I misbehaved.
For fire I held and tears I shed,
For every word I left unsaid.

And when they come, in black and blue,
Let them remember someone who
Refused to tiptoe to the end
But twirled instead, a scarlet friend.

Let them say, "She broke the rule."
I wore red shoes to my own funeral.
 
Some of us have summer, some have winter. Some doggerel for all.

Snickerty snackerty
Bipperty boop,
’Tis a winter’s day
And time for soup!
Split me a pea
And smoke me a hock,
Trouble with bubble
And even some stock!
Serve it with toast
Not bread
And spread
With butter or dripping
To aid in my sipping
Of this bowl of delight
On a cold
Wintry night.
 
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