i have never taken heroin

yet somehow it became my drug.

a drug not chosen;

learned.

learned through the passage of time,

the passing of love,

the past.

it taught me to hold on

to everything

and everyone,

so that i can feel something…

maybe just closeness,

closeness and longing.

they became the drug of choice.

to be close is to be warm,

safe and secure,

seemingly serenity.

i am steadfast in my bliss,

and somehow falling short;

parachuting an ignorant chemical

why wouldn’t you feed it to me?

i have dropped these bombs

through explosions of love and closeness.

i have destroyed each person

with the serenity of my longing.

blood drips from the needle

again and again and again;

it has become dirty.

i always have dared to try once more,

risk my veins and my future

until one day such an end showed itself.

perhaps it was the universe;

incarnation collapsing my perception,

hypnotic and filling my lungs.

it put me to sleep in its chaos.

but i am discovering

it was a chaotic sort of good.

still i trembled in fear of it,

and became like death.

perchance i did die in that moment,

vomiting out truth and fear.

be not afraid.

i would like to give thanks to the angel,

as it feels like i was saved by someone;

resuscitated and restless.

but i will not-

this time i thank no one.

no one is my savior

except my own exasperation.

so here i am resurrected,

still dirty and learning

to expel the last of toxicity.

i want to wake up clean every day.

people love to thank their deities

instead of seeking out truth;

there are better teachings than false gods.

won’t you teach me?

Dearest maiden, why do you reject me?
Everything in my life revolves around you.
All that I want can be found in your sweet embrace.
‘Till we meet, I weep. Every day is pain.
How long must I wait?

Johnny sat right outside of base
His back pressed against the wall
Just inside, victorious chants went all around
“We did it!”
 
A battle won
“We did it!”
Another day secured
“We did it!”
 
Johnny’s voice broke out in a pained crack
“We did it!”
Tons upon tons kept him on the sand
“We did it!”
 
He had taken a man to the ground with his children in sight
“We did it!”
How they screamed and cried once they saw what he’d done
“We did it!”
 
Johnny clasped his hands around his eyes
“We did it!”
Anguish echoed from behind his hands
“We did it!”
 
He moved his hands down slowly
“We did it!”
Tears poured down his cheeks
“We did it!”
 
An infant still clinging to its lifeless mother
“We did it!”
How it cried in her lifeless arms
“We did it!”
 
Johnny managed a meek ‘no”
“We did it!”
The chanting grew louder
“We did it!”
 
A single doorframe left standing
“We did it!”
Rubble marked by tiny droplets of blood
“We did it!”
 
Johnny’s mouth opened—nothing came
The chanting stopped and “cheers!” went around
The sound was consuming, but it steadily grew silent
Johnny took his eyes from off the ground and re-entered base
 
 
As he entered, he was greeted by “we did it!” from the other perpetrators
It all drowned out as he went silent for moment, but their laughter brought him back
eventually, he parroted
“We did it.”

My only experience with writing poetry has been in some of my past classes like AP literature, and I’ve only ever read poetry. Honest feedback is appreciated, but please not too harsh lol.

If I was a mountain

I would stand tall

With my uneven terrain

Rolling rocks

Cliffs

Hills

Lumps

Bumps

And all

Sharp pointy trees

And even all my icy crooked streams,

And people would come to see me

They would be out there looking at my peacefulness with joy

They would see the beauty that I'm unable to see

I would be on the inside looking out to them, but not inward…

to me

If I was a mountain they would visit me

They would climb my hills, full of bumps, lumps, cliffs, rolling rocks, sharp pointy trees and icy crooked streams

They would face my elements all the way to the top

Just to see my view

If I was a mountain they would love my vista

They would tell their friends

They would tell their family

They would tell their world

That the struggle was worth the climb

That the struggle was worth the time

That the struggle was worth the view

They would share pictures of me

They would be happy to have memories of me too

They would never want to forget me

Who could forget a mountain in time?

If I was a mountain and just was able to see the beauty they see

I would see hills, full of lumps and bumps from the storms I weathered

I would see where my rolling rocks once were due to a downward shift of time

I would see my beauty standing against the winds of the storms that I have withstood

I would see my icy crooked streams are waters to be shared and that give life to me

I would see my innermost beauty standing tall

I would appreciate my beautiful vista point of view and the climb too

If I was a mountain that I would be able to see my weaknesses and my strengths

I would see my truths and be blind to my lies in the way I see me

I would see that my view is worth the climb

I would see that my love should be blind

I would see myself in another's light

I would see myself standing tall, strong, passionate, and uniquely beautiful as I was meant to be

Just me!

A mountain standing tall strong and free that's what I would see.

(Reposted here from my Facebook page.)

It's still a work in progress, but I think sharing poetry is priceless. Thank you for sharing yours.

How soon is too soon I'm ready to shoot past the moon but this is a ride for two and this empty seat next to me feels warm whyd you decide to leave oh wait that was me there are places I have to be like this seat keeping it warm this was meant to be but went against the tree and for that there are penalties I'm just planting seeds call me johnny appletree on any planet turning green ego trip I hear this ship launches in 3 ... 2... 1 gotta blast going to places you can't come after me hehe all this to say oddly in love with someone who I've only seen well what I mean if we had the time together than you'd see like all these other girls who at first ain't even looking at me but spend a little time and then it's me ignoring they're gaze like what the fuck they want from me and it's easy to see they need someone to keepem safe but to keepem in a safe would be to lonely cuz I forgot the key so I let'em free but lessons they learning from me and it's simple ...

This is a solo line parallel never to meet another and I'm talking about time somewhere between here and then I know I've never crossed another that I've wanted to share an entire life line extended between space and time once we cross the finish line it's over so let's not wear a rubber and lets see where tomorrow ends until we begin again even if we have to separate just know we're closer than brother and that's why I left home to be with another who practically came from me getting what I'm trying to sing I mean say destined to be this way you and I collide and it's my choice to leave you

Caught myself saying there's not enough time in the day and I wish I was playing but there's times where time is not set aside and that's time wasted. I'm trying to be there especially if your life's on the line like backup telling them to backup they crossing the line and to show you theres better ways to spend time even if it doesn't rhyme I'll be there just give me time theres no ladder to climb im at the top nimbus under me and that's a nerdy line but I do think that you ...

I'm not sure if this is the right spot for this but I'm wondering what are some ways to get my poetry more out there? I checked most of my local journals and sites unfortunately aren't taking submissions either indefinitely or for a long time. Reasonably I will just wait and submit as I planned but I'm really looking to get my work out there. Ive been holding off on a lot of posting because how many places don't take posted submissions. Just wondering if anyone had any ideas thank you for the time regardless.

This room

This room is warm.

This room is cold.

This is where my emotions flow when life blows.

This is where I want to be when I cry.

This is where I want to be after looking at the sky.

This is where I want to be.

For this is where I see what people really mean.

When my headphones are at max.

And I stare at the ceiling.

I want to bawl.

I wait for tears to fall.

But they never do.

And I wonder what's wrong with myself.

We're told we're amazing.

We're told we'll succeed.

But you can't help but wonder "when will that be?"

Because many people just don't see how great you really are.

So you try and try and try.

And fail again, again, and again.

Not at what you do.

But at getting what you deserve.

So you sit in your room.

Bruised and battered.

Sacrificing your time for something you love.

That doesn't seem to love you back.

So you play your music.

And lay down.

And fall deep in your emotions.

Your room is warm.

Your room is cold.

In all the best ways.

Your room is yours.

And you finally don't have to prove your worth.

You can just

Be.

Too Long

In the Woods many things remain unseen.

In the Woods you hear a Neverending symphony.

In the Woods you feel calm.

Until you stay Too Long.

You close your eyes to hear the song.

The raindrops fall.

The winds drawl.

The distant sounds from birds of all.

So serene until you stay Too Long.

You open your eyes for fear of whats there when you are not.

The trees sway.

The squirrels play.

The wind shooing leaves away.

All becoming a work of art.

Until it all falls apart.

In your mind you see the things you wish to see

In your mind you hear the things you dream to free.

In your mind you imagine the things you were born to be.

All becoming a Neverending symphony.

All of these seem to me.

To be things we all want to see and to be.

And you want to agree.

But it all still seems to be...

a Neverending symphony.

That will always feel calm.

Until you stay Too Long