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my poetry tends to be depressing... just to warn you before you come any further!
This is all my early stuff, with rhyming and beat, but I've recently been branching out into free-verse.
I'm open and welcoming to opinions, but try not to be too harsh - I'm very shy about sharing my poetry, its very personal to me.
On the outside, looking in.
I stand alone outside,
On the outside, looking in.
Everyone's connected,
I have no place within.
I can find no solace,
None within myself.
I feel empty and useless,
Left battered, on a shelf.
Cast aside by many,
I cannot find my place,
There is no heart within me,
My ribs, an empty case.
If I should die, would there be grief?
Or would they never care?
Who would be at my graveside?
Will anyone be there?
Is there someone out there,
Who will find the truth within?
Who'll stand with me on the outside?
On the outside, looking in.
Step out of my skin
Can't I just step out of my skin?
This body keeps me tethered within.
Looked down upon because of the view.
I should not have expected better from you.
Strip the surface away, what's hidden beneath?
Can't you look beyond my crooked teeth?
Look at these pills. Can they change my life?
Can they take away the stress and the strife?
I'll do what it takes to get rid of this weight.
Maybe then I can be loved.
Two fingers down my thoat, no longer can they gloat.
I'll step out of the skin that is loathed.
A/N - I wrote this poem after a traumatic time with my best friend who was
anorexic and bulimic. She's beginning to get better now, but she truly
hated herself for a while. I hope this poem helps you to understand those
with eating disorders, or maybe overcome one yourself.
Thank you for sharing such heartfelt emotion and I only hope your writing brings you much comfort. I suffered from depression back in 1992 and even though I have only been writing for three years my writing has given me great comfort through some difficult times in my life.
Thank you for having the courage to share such a personal part of your life.
Take care..........Sue
I believe poetry has to be for a big part depressive. That's how life is, good feelings etc are only a part of it, often not the biggest part. So don't apologise for your poems to be depressive, I see you were just warning but I tend to see it as unnecessary, as those who read poetry shouldnt expect to find just happy feelings in it... (wasnt trying to be polemic, just expressing my opinion :))
As for the poems, I like more the one about weight, though as I've said before to someone else, I think that rhyme doesnt adapt too much to deep poetry, at least in my mind it gives too much of a nursery-rhyme rhythm, and makes me lose the focus on the feelings... (but then again, I'm the negation of every sense of rhythm, so it doesnt matter much :D)
:)