Poetry Corner

Just a poetry corner, share whatever you feel like or share your opinions of other people’s poetry. I don’t know much about poetry and it’s structure, and tend to just write what I feel and maybe that’s what poetry really is in the first place, ya know?

I think this is an appropriate place to put it. As most poems are completed upon showing them, and as this can be either ABDL or non ABDL, it seemed to be the most appropriate place.

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The black void of unrelenting pain,
The white hole of unbridled suffering,
I am the spirit of emptiness,
a hollow, broken shell of misery and death,

My childlike innocence and delusions,
A mask,
My joyful repose,
A lie,
My arrogance and defense,
Ego.

I pose in display for the world,
To appear healthy, to appear sane
I know not these meanings
I know not these feelings

I am a canvas to be painted and molded,
My emotions stroke the colors wildly
I am a schema to be built and refined,
My body and my mind are inferior

I feel pain, I feel suffering, I feel despair,
but I cannot feel joy
The madness consumes me, deeply I am lost
I crave my innocence, my life, my sanity
I do not own
I deserve my freedom, my creativity,
I have lost

I feel only unrelenting pain,
I feel only unbridled suffering,
I am the spirit of emptiness,
a hollow, broken shell of misery and death

Re: Poetry Corner

I’ll string my sorrows
like teeth upon a wire.

Every tooth has a story
of how it was lost.
Isn’t it strange
that we have a mouth
full of nascent narratives?

Not including the tongue
and other bits.

Every lost tongue
has a story too,
though it’s difficult to say,
harder to hear.