The only poem you will ever get from me

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Sabaku, most of my poems are dark and depressing.

People still love 'em.

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

Okay :3

DARK AND DEPRESSING POEMS FTW <3

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...Not quite what I meant, Sabaku...

Being dark doesn't make it better...it's how it's written.

Dark poems have the same potential greatness as light poems, per se.

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

Oh gosh, just humour me, will you? xDDD

ANYWAYS. I'd rather write about death than love, for example xD I mean, I think, personally, that the mind is more attracted towards writing that depicts struggles because it wants to relate and see how the struggle ends. That's my theory :3 I'm not majoring in psychology or anything, tho, so just ignore most of it xDD

WHEEE~

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

WHUUUTTTT!? I decided to write another poem? Weeiiiirdddd~

Maybe it's cause I forced it out of my head to help motivate this forum back into life while Moon's gone. Oh well. My poor brain is dead now, thanks to this improvised, 10-minute poem :/

Inspired by an anime called Kuroshitsuji II. If you know it, it's about Alois' thoughts about Claude. Basically, Alois was a forced prostitute before he made a contract with a demon who only seeks to consume his soul. Yet in the end, the demon he'd made a contract with, Claude, found Alois's mortal enemy's soul more delicious than his and killed him to be free of his contract and to chase after the boy.

Everything

It hurt, it hurt, and it still does.
No matter how much everything around me changes.
Sometimes it goes back to the way it was.
And the rusty door to my sanity creaks on its hinges.

You gave me wings,
You helped me fly,
You broke the strings
And helped me lie
To myself and to the world
I've been reborn in
You blew away the despair in which I was curled
And gave me everything I needed to win.

And yet I stare up into your eyes
As the life slowly drains from mine
And vaguely, just vaguely, I wonder why
You even bothered to make my life shine.
Your presence was what kept me sane and pure
And now I know it was just a lure.
Because I am worth less in your eyes
Than the one who'd give everything to see your demise.

You were everything to me, everything I'd wanted.
You were my hope, my life, my destiny, my heart,
You were my drug, you were everything I needed
But somehow, we yet again wound up apart.

I hate him for being your center of attention
I hate him for having true control.
You were mine, my soul's very extension
And yet everything just slipped out of my hold.

I let everything show, all the pain
From which you'd once saved me and shielded me from.
I loved you once, and I'll love you again,
No matter what backstabber you have become.

I know you want him more than you want me.
He has everything I've never had.
He's the rich kid who's never been sad
And I'm the filthy whore thrown out on the street.
And yet, for a moment, I'd been glad
That your heart was mine and mine only.
Cause I knew I had everything he'd never had
And only now, I realize the assumption was never real.

I hate you for everything, I hate you for leaving me,
I hate you for everything you've ever done.
Yet I can't help but love you for everything you've been.
And I know I'd give everything to have you back now that you're gone.



THE END. Kay, depressing poems FTW. Alois's death just really REALLY marked me. I love his char a lot, and Claude is a real *bleep* D: He believed in him and in the end, he just backstabbed him to chase after their greatest enemy ):

Yeah, motivation FTW~ Kay, hope this somehow contributed, never again shall I write such a difficult poem -.-" Next time, I'll let the inspiration come to me instead of forcing it out :/

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

Maybe I should change the thread name... Oh wellz. I dunno how to do that, so yeah :/

Kay, this one's a little general. Not anime-centered in particular. So you have the freedom to choose characters that interact together.

Oh yes yes yes, I forgot. What kind of poem is this? Yes, that's right, dark. Very very dark.

I wonder where I come up with these things... anyways.

Sypnosis: It's a love story between a prostitute forced to be a prostitute and whose sister needs urgent medical treatments to live, which is why that job was chosen, and a silent reject who is a victim of domestic abuse. How they find each other and how they find their escape.

Pffff, I'm messed up in the head U.U

Colors indicate POV changes:

Dawn of Another Night

We are all different, that we know.
Some of us grow further apart than the rest.
We're the hidden ones, society's all-time low,
Yet as night befalls the world, we are the best.

I am the one in the back of the room.
Trying to learn and ignoring freedom's calls.
I know my budding mind will never bloom,
But that's just cause I'm confined within these walls.

At lunch, I skip and go outside
Open up a book and start to read.
During the day, all I have are words at my side.
Besides, no one wants to stand by me.

After school, I go home to our modest shack.
And hear my little sister cough as soon as I get in.
I go say hello and watch her dead eyes stare back
And remind myself I gotta do all to bring back her grin.

I quickly change into tight clothes
Can't sit back to regret, think and cry.
Also can't help but think this job really blows,
But I know I do what I do to survive.

As soon as I get there, I see you by the drinks
And briefly wonder why you're always there.
But I gather my courage, no time to think;
Tonight is the night I show you I care.

The night is young, and so are we.
Just lift me up and set me free.
Look into my eyes, I can hardly breathe.
Let's break it down till the light of the day
Comes out... Come on, it's our turn
To dance the night away.

I am the one in the back of the class
Hiding behind my words and my lies.
Long sleeves hide the smudges on glass
And messy hair covers bloodshot eyes.

I spend my days listening, nothing more
And when I speak, my tone is always hoarse.
It's not like my social skills are poor,
It's just that I'm afraid of hearing my own voice.

Later, I go home and carefully step inside,
Thankfully noticing HE isn't here.
My current bruises are already hard enough to hide.
I'll survive one more night without seeing that leer.

I change my clothes and pick up a bag,
Shoving in cellphone, money and keys.
As I step out, the smell of drinks makes me gag
But I gotta run before he comes back and sees.

As soon as I get there, I go for a beer.
I need to drown out my thoughts on today.
But I DO notice you slowly coming near,
And as we come face-to-face, my breath flies away.

The night is tainted, and so are we
But it doesn't matter to you nor me.
I've always watched you, couldn't you see?
I take your hand and follow you
Down to the floor... And agree
To dance till the day starts anew.

This old man comes up, ready to pay,
But I'm too busy to offer services today.

I clutch your clothes tighter and breath in your scent,
This sweet smell that makes my heart leap, content.

I hold your body closer and can't help but smile
My heart soaring as I stood fast, if only for a while.

I look up and see those lips in a curl,
And the thought of my lips on them makes my brain whirl.

We let each other go as the beat picks up,
And as we dance, the ecstasy practically makes our hearts stop.
We feel invincible, no one can bring us harm
No one one can touch us as long as we're in each others arms.
We know they'll find out about us somehow, some day,
They'll try to tear us apart, we won't even have a say.
But it won't matter cause we know we'll both hold fast
Cause we both know this chemistry is bound to last.
But we don't worry even though we know we are wrong,
And together we dance while the night is still young.

And that's it, folks. Apparently, prostitution pays a lot more than normal jobs, so it makes sense that someone who needs money desperately would pick up the world's oldest job...

Also, I never specified the genders or appearances of the two involved in this poem. That's made like that so you can give your own touch of creativity to the story and imagine what the actors look like.

That's that. This poem's real symbolic, so I'm probably gonna post a full analysis of it after this :/

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...I think I've been outdone in poetry. O.o

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

Hahaha, seriously? YEY~ I'm sure you're awesome too, though ^^

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...How am I to know? ^_^"

Still, I love it. Rhythm is spot on, narrative is very creative...the pathos is oozing out of every last cell of my body towards the characters~

(Note to self: Try a dual creation.)

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

I dunno, oh well ^^ ;D

You think so? ^^ Thank you, that means a lot to me I tried to think of this poem like a song and read it with a slight tune in my head :/ You should try that if you ever want to write long two-POV poems like this And if you ever do, call me, Imma read them for sure ^^