https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?62811-New-Box-of-Old-Feels The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 08:33:28 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?62811-New-Box-of-Old-Feels https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12936-Happy-Poems-About-Bad-Things Tue, 16 Apr 2013 17:23:22 GMT I've been writing a lot of poetry recently as a way to deal with things that I can't wrap my head around. I enjoy it greatly as a therapeutic tool. They aren't particularly good but I thought I'd share a few that I like. Cheers.

Your Smile Makes Me Sick

A touch,
A smile,
you cast the iron.

Hot it burns the flesh.

Scissors slide
through angel’s skin.
Don’t wear it as your own.

Flow freely
words
you don’t believe,
tongue caught up in knots.

I’ve not glimpsed
your face,
in all this time.

Your smile is on too tight.

The Boy's Bones Are Wearing a Suit

He is sixteen years old
in the body of adam.
There is no shame
in the laughing child.

Then his oaks die falling
leaves hit the ground.
Their blood was the same
but now it’s only his.

That boy dies with blackened
glass in hand and smirk
upon his lips.
What will fill the void?

He’d like to think napoleon
or perhaps a reigning king.
But the boy is dead and all he has
is the blood they gave him first.

He puts a crown around his neck
pretends the spikes don’t sting.
Gets in his box and fights
the good fight
yet feels like no one won.

Maybe this is what
the stars promised
Young boy.
When he asked why.

It’s not so grand as human
invention or will to live.
It’s not a greedy dragon
guarding coals of gold.
It’s not a lonely princess
waiting for her king.
It’s not a mystic sword
waiting for the chosen.
It’s just the box and him
paying for the food
and maybe it’s enough
now the boy is dead.


Burning Sunrise

I want to see
a sunrise.
Indifferent rot
never ends.

When I can breathe
a sunrise
those winds blow false.
It burns.

Each day should have
a sunrise
we take shelter
in warmth.

I show them all
my sunrise.
they squint and cry
it burns.


Love you to Death

I cherish
your putrid soul.
Ghastly you smile
reap my heart.

Disease caught
on rancid tongue.
Dereliction
tastes so sour.

Heart to heart,
on bed of bones,
I eat your brain,
and love you.

Happy grave,
I’m weaving worms,
leafy wreaths on
your pale neck.

We’ll cuddle
forever in here.
Know I'm with you,
go to sleep. ]]> Grit https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12936-Happy-Poems-About-Bad-Things https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12875-Pretty-Lights Sat, 02 Mar 2013 22:41:14 GMT Gravity grows heavy as your passage forms to words. A dream surreal deep within won’t allow awake. Gravity grows
heavy
as your passage
forms to words.

A dream surreal
deep within
won’t allow
awake.

Eyes so bright with boyish
purpose
seem empty as
the gates.

A faceless stranger
delivered
on life’s first
promise made.

A reminder of the deal
we struck
forgetful as we
wait.

Why does no one spill
a drop
his place could be
mine.

We try to think on
pretty lights
but they just
aren’t






Love and Peace always Taylor R.I.P. ]]> Grit https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12875-Pretty-Lights https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12872-Paper-People Fri, 01 Mar 2013 00:08:48 GMT When you tore your eyes away my worlds became asunder. My friends dull and blur their faces muddy water. Within those depths I lost my kingdom.... When you tore your eyes away
my worlds became asunder.
My friends dull and blur their faces
muddy water.
Within those depths I lost
my kingdom.
Mirror with no reflection.

Your interest was
consumed by life,
then death
it came ensemble.

First died
a hero smiling
sword static from
his birth.

Excitement rushed
to meet it’s end
never knowing
what it was.

Torn by wind paper
people smile
as they fly away.
I feel
I barely
knew them. ]]> Grit https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12872-Paper-People