Poems for all the CB writers Options

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For the poet in us all. Dunno if this is the right place for the thread, but here ya go. Feel free to post your poetry... And be open to criticism (hopefully constructive!). Here's one of mine...
Hope you like it. And give some cc plz...Ty

Moral Anaesthesia

We were always barred behind
each other's private walls;
with miles of air and oceanic mass,
words unspoken behind bullet-proof glass.
Helpless and stuck in a mere illusion,
a fleeting moment past much too soon;
the promise of God to a fool,
beauty too pure to ever be true.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

Tonight you tore down all dreams
built with white lies and deceit.
Where I once stood comfortably numb,
I weep and rot deaf, blind and dumb;
Feast in misery like cheap red wine,
the easiest substitute for the truth.
Moral anaesthesia, morphine for the soul -
the price you pay, for losing control.

I bite my lip as
I kiss you goodbye,
try to look away when
my love flies by.

I bite my lip and
repeat the old lie,
try to look away 'cause
boys
don't
cry.

[F_L_I_P]

Why am I crying?
Why am I lost?
Why did I stop?
Please tell me
When will I grow up?
How long can I stay a child?
Where have I come running from?
Where am I running to?

I had no place to live. I couldn't find one.
I don't know if I could have any hope for the future.

They always said I was a strong child.
They praised me, saying "you must be strong to not cry."
I didn't want those words at all.
So I pretended not to understand.

Why are you laughing?
Why are you by my side?
Why are you leaving me?
Please tell me.
When did you become strong?
Since when have you felt weakness?
How long must you wait
for the day you understand to come?

The sun is rising. I must go soon.
I can't stay in the same place forever.

You will someday be betrayed by your trust in people.
I thought it was the same as being rejected.
At the time I didn't have that kind of strength.
I definitely knew too much.

They always said I was a strong child.
They praised me, saying "you must be strong not to cry."
The more people said things like that,
the more even laughing became agony.

I was born alone. I'll go on living alone.
I thought that surely that kind of life is appropriate.

This is by Ayumi

This is by me!

Roses are Red
Money is green
May I stick my finger in between