Ugh, what the hell..

[Mitch]

I can honestly no longer write poetry at all. I used to feel as if I could throw together a decent poem, and looking back on saved text documents does not change the way I feel. When I try to write now, it lacks creativity, flow, and whatever else should be apparent in a good poem.

I just tried writing one with a good, albeit heavy (to me), subject matter in mind, and this is what came out. While it may not be awful, especially compared to some of the stuff that gets posted here, it's nowhere near what I used to be capable of. Thought I would go ahead and post it on here anyway though.


Dear the girl who stained the porcelain,

When it's promised that I'll help,
It's more a plea than just an offer
Your problems are stuck on track
Halfway between here and light
In this dark expanded tunnel
That would love to show your bones

There's more than what you see--
but much less of what you think
If you could climb this rainbow
Don't think for a second that I don't know;
You'd slide back down, to drown deeply in the rain

I handed you a flower
It darkened up the blooming day
Said 'there's no room for beauty
When there's ugly all inside'
It absorbed your tears
And turned to gold

Dear the girl who stained the porcelain,

The white of the snow
Acts as blanket to the angel
That could not have been born
Were it not for you
So it makes me wonder how
You call yourself dead

[Mitch]

"Fallen far from all the flowers in a bed you won't outgrow
Paper thin, a wooden home, surrounded and yet, all alone
I cry to think that you don't know, above you floats the snow
'may the angels have her,' they're listening to stone

I remember once my body in your mold
Mother telling me to come inside, '...frostbite from the cold!'
you disappeared with grace, as the snow covered your ground
and this shadow from my past
now makes more than just a sound

I should have known
I should have known"

meh. i give up.

[eliselovesmusic]

There's more than what you see--
but much less of what you think
If you could climb this rainbow
Don't think for a second that I don't know;
You'd slide back down, to drown deeply in the rain



I really like this part.... It is quite a heavy poem but it aint too bad mate...

I get writer's block heaps too. The longest I had it was about 6months but usually I won't write anything for a month then the next month people are holding me back from the pen and paper haha Don't worry you'll get over it :explode: