some of comics work in the poetry world

[comiclydepressed]

WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOUR EASILY TRIGGERED,








poem 1 (i dont know if it is a poem, no rhyming)
-----------------------------

he stands back up and wipes the forest blood off his hands, its late, the only light that he can see is far above, and out of reach. Looking up at the stars, he thinks he hears the stars laugh at him, but alas its just another happy couple reminiscing about past times in the distance. he turns around and see a familiar stair case, the one he walks everyday. its cracked down the center. one side is preserved due to the railing holding it in place the other side is crumbling off and you can't see where the grass takes a hold of it. he ascends into the fog. he cant see anything, he is losing his sense of focus, he is scared, confused. the fog suddenly rolls away, he is on a cliff, behind him is the forest. his feelings are numbed. the sounds of the forest have ceased, the cliffs winds are inviting and playful,cool. he spreads his wings and jumps. the wind is rushing past. his clothes dither on his body. he closes his eyes and smiles.


poem 2
-----------------------------

the joy i once had is gone
i worked it to the bone
now im left with nothing
im crying all alone

i haven't eaten in days
my heart is full of pain
when i look outside
all i see is rain

the rain flooded my mind
washed out a load of lie
i hurt inside
i cant wait to die


poem 3
--------------------------------------

is it normal?
or is it me?
am i alone,
or surrounded ?
its too dark to see,
the fog in the oubliette
grows denser every day.
i can see the sky through
a crack in the oubliette's ceiling
just enough to keep trying
just enough to keep breathing
i hear a distant voice
it doesn't matter.
I'm here, below the surface
my legs wont take me back
my blanket is a puddle
will i ever be warm again?


poem 4
-----------------------------

i have no friends
i have no life
should the waste be disposed with a knife?

I'll wait one more day
this day is for you
think quick or my life is through

the sun is shining
yet the storm is coming
if this is true, why can't i stop humming?

the tune of choice
is a product of mine
this steep hill has lost its incline.

I'll give it one more week
then surely my life is will cease.
i don't think i have to rest in peace.

the tides have changed
I'm winning the war
i think I'm up for more.

its a beautiful day
its a beautiful sky
i change my mind, i no longer want to...

[tictactoe]

Off to a good start.

I thought Poem #1 was top-notch. Youre right, its not a poem, but it is prose, and pretty good stuff

Ill be reading your next batch.

[comiclydepressed]

thanks tictac, poem 1(prose 1) is my favorite too