This thread is dedicated to poems and stories. Please post yours here.

Dreams can be so sweet,
When consciousness raises her feet,
And through heavenly pasture I soar,
Down on earth my troubles I ignore.

O to be lost forever without a care!
Before I wake I make the same wish,
To stay forever and be ever there!
To taste ambrosia and celestial bliss.

To dance with maidens, fair of face,
Across the heavens, in infinite grace,
But there is one thing I must admit,
Although happy there I’d miss the pit.

I speak of living and I speak of waking life,
This constant swimming through waters rife,
With dangers and hate and love, things real!
Always chasing, Never far from your heel,
Knowing your truly alive, when bitten you feel.






HA! im first lol

She gets up in the morning
To turn off the light
Left on in vain to help her make it
Through another night
In a crumpled broken heap
She lies as all her dreams are torn
As still as stone, no movement made
A life so cold and foreign
Her dreams and aspirations
Lie in tatters on the floor
Her wings she had to try and fly
No longer help her soar
Trapped inside this world
She simply cannot rise above
Her life is full of misery
No hope, no light, no love
It’s hard to see the pain she hides
Behind the conjured mask
Longing for just somebody
To take her hand and ask
The neighbours and her family
Suspect that something’s wrong
But her parents lie profusely
And the adults go along
Another troubled soul
Ignored by everyone in sight
No one there to help or care
Or listen to her plight
Every single day she wishes
She was never born
If this was life she’d rather die
Than live a life forlorn
By morning it’s all over
And by then it’s just too late
Her silence is accomplished
In a world so cruel and fake

Well here I am finally. Thought I'd share this. Daft I know but hey.

I Wish I Was A Rabbit

I wish I was a rabbit
I'd hop around all day
I'd sit in my burrow eating carrots
and never have to care

But what about the farmer
He's there with his gun
Making plans for rabbit stew
To share with his chum.

Maybe if I run away
Across the land I'll flee
Ah but then there's the eagles
Waiting for their tea.

They'll see me in the open
And soar down so fast
Pick me up in their sharp claws
And that would be the last.

So hang on a minute
I'm better being me
I have some power to live my life
Just as I want to be.

I don’t have to run or hide
I can one day be free
I can see a future in the distance
I can one day be me.

good to see you here susan. Hope all is well. These poems and stories are fab guys, keep it up, to avoid me having to contribute!

lol no way laura! you have to post too!!

ps

rabbit! yum! lol

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.


THIS isnt by me, just in case!

but it is my all time favourite poem (so far lol)

its by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
if any ones interested in him visit here - http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/

but i just put it up because i heard it on the radio earlier and its better than any of mine lol! (by a billion miles)

keiran

My father goes out to the pub at night,
He got married to a cow and thought it was right,
He beat up my brother and strangled my mother,
He smokes illegal drugs, and thinks MY friends are thugs!

My mother left my father because he tried to kill her,
She was homeless with 4 children
Until my gran let us move in
She's been working hard for years
And it fills my eyes with tears,
To think she did it just for us, to have children is such a fuss!

She was my parents first
She thinks our family is cursed
She's got her own house,
And has always been as quiet as a mouse
She is a good person,
And if i needed, she'd take me in,
She never went to school,
But she is so bright and cool

My oldest brother, doesn't live with my mother,
He lives on his own, and never bothers to phone,
He's always asking my mum for cash,
So he can go out and buy his weekly hash

My other brother, is a pain to my mother,
He's only fourteen,
but thinks he's eighteen,
He steals cars,
And goes to bars,
He's never good, always bad,
So it worries my mum and dad.



I wrote this poem when i was 11 years old so it is written from a childs view.

I'd also like to add that i wouldn't change any of them for the world and they are alot better people than they sound in this poem but i thought i'd share it anyway. maybe one day i'll write a new one about them.

i like it, its really really good for 11 so u must be ace now!

thanks for posting this,

keiran

As time moves on it seems to me
That I have yet to become free
Every day I feel so ill
If only there was a miracle pill

It gets me down to be so ill
For I feel like I’ve had my fill
I feel cut off from friends and such
Sometimes I feel it gets too much

So I sit and I worry and get upset
Feeling as though my future is set
The doctors tell me that nothing is wrong
But then that’s what they said all along

It’s hard to explain and I don’t say it well
But dealing with this is like living in hell
I feel like a failure and like I can’t win
Like I am being punished for all of their sins

Today though I realised that it’s time to fight
It's no easy feat but the goal is in sight
For sitting despairing about what I might miss
Throws me further inside this relentless abyss

woaw, these poems are great guys...i like the one above from 'frustrated' - xxx

i am free

the wall fell down today
it came down with a a crash
i pushed it down my self

i am free from my fears
free from my past
free from my family

free to choose what i want to do
free to get as many paths as i want
u can be too just push ur wall down

no matter how small or big

I'm so lost and no one can see
i hate my life its killing me
i feel so alone and to scared to weep
my secrets from the past are hidden down deep
am i the one to blame i don't understand my head is in a spin
got so much i wish to say but i just don't know how to begin
i don't anymore see the point in trying to fight
because I'm worthless and i never do anything right
i don't know if I'm strong enough to survive
i don't even know if i really want to be alive
maybe the words in my head
are words that will never be said
but being honest i know what i want to say
and i know it would make some of the hurt go away
but as i said before my head is in such a spin
and i just don't know how i should begin

ode to life

life begins as a small being growing, asorbing the information all around
life reaches teenage years rebelling against all ur information that u have
life reaches adulthood u just submitt to life.

it doesnt have to be this way
u can change it for the better continue to rebel
till something does change
fighting all the way

this ode to life has a message but i forgot
so just enjoy

these poems are great guys and its good to see more people on here

Give it time and you’ll be fine
Is what they said to me
Just take a while to catch your breath
And you’ll be fine – just see

I don’t know how much time they meant
A scale they did not set
But years have passed as time stood still
And I still can’t forget

Take control, this is your life
A line so often fed
All your woes will disappear
So I did what they said

I don’t know how to take control
When constantly it’s snatched
It slips straight through my fingers
And it’s just too fast to catch

What you need to do is talk
To talk about your past
Once you share what troubles you
You can be free at last

How am I to talk about
What I cannot explain
For every time I try to speak
I‘m filled with fear again

So what I’m trying to say is
That I don’t know what to do
Each day is yet more difficult
I just can’t make it through

I can’t pretend that I am fine
And words just won’t come out
I waited for the rain to pass
Now I’m left with the drought

Hi. Sorry i didn't realise there had been posts on the poem thread. They're really good - well done everyone. Katy

music

the soul of the party
the soul of u

the soul of the mood
music can be only heard by u or heard by everyone
sometimes u dont need music to sing along

accessible by those hu seek it
and those hu dont

Susan.....You are a poet....well done x

My dad, I love him.
He feeds me,
He cares for me,
He loves me, doesn’t he?
He keeps me safe from people outside.
Safe from bad people.

Its 11.00, your last drink.
Means your coming home soon.
But it isn’t you.
It’s someone else who looks like you?
Sounds like you?
He doesn’t act like you?
Something has replaced you?
I want my dad back.

I know when you step in, I will disappear.
It won’t be me anymore.
A rag doll in the room where I was.
If I’m not there I can’t get hurt, right?
I know my daddy loves me.
The door slams and I know that man comes.
I want my dad, not this stranger.

Staggering and searching for keys to unlock doors.
The replacement is getting closer,
Opens the last door to find the rag doll waiting.
She wants it to be the final thread to break.
To be able to escape,
She wants her daddy.
She waits till morning, for her daddy to love her.

I like your poem. Writing is good, it's a good way of letting people or even yourself know how you feel without having to say the actual words. It helps sometimes to make sense of things too or just to get a whole load of things out of your head. I think you should keep writing. Katy

I’ve read about birthdays
Says you get presents
Birthdays have never meant presents for me.
You see I’m not a good girl for presents.

Birthdays mean that no one notices
No one cares
Am I older if no one knows?
Or am I always the same age?

I want to grow to be old
To be a good girl
For daddy to know it’s my birthday.
For daddy to love me.

Gonna cut my arm like never before
Goona slice the skin so much more
i wanna hear it rip as i go in deep
i wana let blood pour for forever sleep

gonna set myself a light
just burn out of sight
screaing with my last crys
i give up, no more lies

Gonna tie a rope and pull it tight
jump of the chair and say goodnight
ill struggle to breathe
but soon ill get to leave

Gonna sallow sleeping pills
and hope one of these kills
been planning for a while
this is what makes me smile

Gonna make sure that i gain
thats why i have to be in pain
i promise ill do it no lie
tears rolling down my face, me? why?

Hey, good poem!

Maybe a good idea to talk with someone about how you are feeling though? There are people you can talk to when things are bad and you don't feel so good. You can e mail me or one of the other workers or come into the Centre and talk? You can even phone us? Or talk here?

Take care

Laurie

Hi there,
Thank you for sharing this amazing poem with us and for giving us insight into how things feel for you.
I also agree with what Laurie says, maybe it's worth talking to somebody about this?
Thank you again

Hi there. Like Laurie and Jerri have already said, I think you're poem is great so thanks for sharing it. If you can talk to someone about how you are feeling i think it would make a huge difference to you. It doesn't have to be talking verbally if that's to hard - you could write or email. I hope you find a way to ask for help. Take care. Katy.

i forgot i wrote that, just seen yours relipes now, never checked for any. spoke to Jerri she helped =) shes really nice<3 easy to talk to too. xx

right enough i'm saying that like its the first time ive met her or spoke to her lol! weridoo (me i mean haha) hopefully come see you guys this week! xx

just feel this way, dont wanna feel this way :(


shes a broken women feels like a little girl
she is to ashamed to hold her head up high
shes just trying not to be sad today
And stop herself, because she isnt allowed to cry
shes trying to Hide all the hurt away
shes trying not to scream
Remember you are now really happy
well to everyone it would seem
Don't stop - take out your knife
And slit your wrists all over again
have your smiley face all through life
But I guess little do they know
Your smile is a barricade
For all the tears you don't show
Forget life just shut it all down
And be quick just to turn away
Nothing else matters we know
Which is just to end it all, today
Broken girl you seem still strong
Even with all the crushed dreams.
but time is giving up no more trying
i now know what it all mean
Broken girl please be happy
That you will soon be gone
You're ready to leave them now
im simply ready to move on
Grab hold of your blade tonight
both do it together
And we leave this world
the pain wont last forever
Broken girl, belong to me your only friend
And then we'll be okay by tomorrow
no more lies, hurt, sadness
we'll be happy, not with sorrow.

This is such an amazing poem. I'm sorry that you feel that you have to hide the way that you're feeling. I understand that sometimes it's like that, but it shouldn't be that way all the time, is there anyone that you can be free to feel all your feelings with and not need to hide them? Thank you for sharing your poem with us and you know we're here if you want to talk. Take care

I agree with what Jerri said. The person you are hiding from is only you really because the people close to you and who know you best will know when you are struggling. Talking about how you feel isn't easy but nobody will judge you - except from yourself maybe. There are always people about in the office that you can talk to or just be with. Take care. Katy.

thanks guy, i know use are there, but well Jerri you know.. I just get soo nervous about coming down and things, i don't know why is it, i'm alright when i'm there but when i'm planning to come up or that i just end up feeling like i cant, i used to feel so comfy coming up and like welcome and stuff i still do i just feel sometimes i dont fit in even though you guys are brilliant! see im para! geek lol i hopefully come up this week, really need someone to talk to, really struggling and just dont know what im doing :( Cx

shes looks at other peoples life
and wonders why shes holding a knife
she looks at what shes got
things so many others have not
but its harder than people think
her lifes just so out of sink...

she knows who she wants to be
but being on her own, she just cant see
wants to go wild and have loads of fun
live her life, cos she doesnt want to run

but on her own, no where to go
living somewhere or dead noone would know
she needs to talk but doesnt know how
but she needs to do it soon or now!

xxx

Another well written poem!

Bullying - Sometimes

Bullying is sometimes secret and sometimes hidden
Sometimes it goes unnoticed and its sometimes even forgiven

Sometimes not believed and sometimes starts with just a tease
Somtimes you pause when you shout Stop Please...

Sometimes my friend was not a real friend
And sometimes felt this would never mend.

Eighteen and Under me helped with their VIP training
And i stood up to the bullies and got back playing.

Sometimes

Hi there,

Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem and i'm so glad that Eighteen And Under helped you stand up to the bullies. Bullying is such an awful thing that happens to so many people and like you said, it can go unnoticed so it takes people like you to stand up and put a stop to it. Well done!

Again, thank you for sharing,

Jerri

Hi there, I'm Steph, a worker at Eighteen and Under. I just want to say thanks for sharing your poem. It is very well written and honest. Being bullied can be really miserable and I am glad that you found help with the V.I.P training. Well done for standing up for yourself! Keep it up.

Take care,
Stephanie

Hi there well done for standing up to the bullies that takes a lot of courage and im so glad it worked out well for you. Your poem is great and im sure it will help others going through the same situation to speak out and try to put a stop to it.

Hi there. Thanks for sharing your poem with us. I hope that now you have stood up to the bullies that things have started to turn around for you. Let us know if there is anything else we can do to help. Take care.

Katy

Put my knife thru my heart
away from my body and the pain let me part
holding it to cut, my hands are shaking
but it feels good seeing my skin breaking
where i ask if i would be better of dead
right enough the answers already in my head
trying it one last time then i really have to go
it doesnt work so what to do now i know
i cant hear myself think, only the voice
i cant control myself now, i have no choice
my cuts become deeper, the blood pours
my hand gets weak, my head lowers
all i want is the easy way
i cant care no more what they say
just make me, please make me
the more hurst more no good can i see

just how i feel. not what im gonna do :)

Hi Neverbelieve, Thank you for sharing how you feel with us and you know where we are if you want to talk at all.

Take care
Jerri

she'd give anything just to dream
but for her its harder than it may seem
in her mind shes so scared and all alone
he heart stopped beating, feels like stone
shes wants to call out but how she doesnt know
so she cuts her arms so in her eyes the pain wont show
if only she could be someone else today
and live her life in such a different way
what has she done? why does it feel this bad
is this it for her? because its all shes ever had

Sticks and Stones may break my bones.
But names will ALWAYS hurt me.

Oh yes they will,
They always do,
They get to me,
They come from you.

They bite and sting,
They give such pain,
They twist and churn,
They burn like flame.

If I were rubber
And you were glue,
They'd bounce off me
And stick to you.

There’s a bully in the bedroom and he wasn’t there before,
There’s a bully in my pocket and he’s rotten to the core.
There’s a bully breathing heavy takes me to a scary place,
Spits threats, writes toxic lies, does it with a smiling face.
He’s no wider than a match box, fits snug inside your hand,
There’s a bully in the bedroom and he comes from Cyberland.
Has no fists or **~~** knuckles, he won’t punch you in the lip,
The hurt happens in a text when he lets a swearword slip.
He demands your dinner money, join a gang or carry knives,
Race hate or name-calling, cyber bullies taking lives.
There’s a bully in the wardrobe yet the key is in the lock,
And they go to the same school, they live on the same block.
But they hurt you from a distance and they murder on the phone,
Or they’ll plug in a computer bringing nightmares to your home.
There’s a bully finger twitching, sends abuse and fear and hate,
Pull the plug, switch them off, tell someone, it’s not too late.
There’s a bully in the bedroom, feeds off silence through a mouse,
Spreads poison through a screen, takes you prisoner in your house.
Talk and Tell, open up - don't keep it bottled in,
Talk and Tell, open up - don't let the cyber bullies win.
Exterminate - Exterminate - STOP!

My life

I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop
Maybe tomorrow it will cease
Then again, maybe not

You push me and you poke me
You call me hurtful name
To me it's like a prison
To you it's fun and games

Your heart is made of ice
But it doesn't even deserve that
Mine was once a rainbow
But you have moulded it to darkest black

I hate you, I hate everyone
There is no one I can trust
Are you proud of what you've done?
You've turned my soul into dust

If there was a door I could open
A simple path I could tread
I don't want to be stuck here forever
In this endless spiral of dread

These poems are so powerful. Remember though, we are there to help. Don't be alone.

Hi Carrie, I'm sorry i didn't see these before, they are very well written and like Laurie said, we're here to talk to if you want to.

This one is amazing and totally relates to me. I'm not a poet at all, so I'm not going to write. But I love reading these.