writing Silver Stream's Poetry Dump

[Silver Stream. 708]

Originally, I've been dumping it in my other site, but I figured why not here too. Most of it isn't exactly positive, but I'll try working on them. When I was younger, I would recite poetry on mic nights and do speeches at major events and once participated in a competition and won third place. Due to personal issues and a suckish relationship and mindset towards some family members, I lost my passion for poetry,.....probably the only talent I had. But I am going to try again! Thanks for reading. ALSO!! Critique is appreciated. ^^ It's honestly been years since doing this. Apologies if I placed this in the wrong board.

 

"MY GREATEST FEAR"

 

I tried getting some sleep but only got a few hours......then thought of this poem. Hope it's good c:

 

 

 

If there is one question I've always dreaded to hear 

It was the common question: "What is your greatest fear?"

See only a fool would reveal such a secret to their friends

Because anyone with that knowledge becomes an enemy in the end

With that said, I suppose I'll be the biggest fool among the youth

Because right here and right now I'm going to expose the naked truth:

 

What is my greatest fear? 

 

Bear with me. I've never made a decision quite like this before

Because it's the question I vowed to forever ignore

And ironically? My greatest fear is the key to how I normally cope

My greatest, deepest, darkest fear is to hope. 

Hope...my "lifeline"...is the one thing that brings me pain

The very thread to my sanity that could lead to a doom I must explain

 

I hope to to be happy and give happiness in return

I hope to join the heavens and live among the angels

I hope to be loved unconditionally because of who I am and not how I make them feel

I hope for a great career and satisfying success 

I hope to never be broken and to stay strong like my heroes

I hope be beautiful one day and not see a monster inside and out

I hope that these dreams aren't thrown into the void

 

Because what if I never find happiness and give only misery?

What if I'm denied paradise and end in fire for an eternity?

And what if I'm destined to always live this proven thesis:

I always give my heart to someone who will only shatter it to pieces 

What if trying isn't good enough and I fail at the life I want for myself?

The result would leave me too weak to believe in anything else

I might never be beautiful...this is every monster's fate.

It is then when I'll realize that hoping was nothing but my foolish mistake

 

Hope planted the seed of my desires for the future

It is my motivation to "try" as I fear becoming a failure 

It is the root of everything for me....the thing I could never neglect

Hope is my greatest fear because it might be my deepest regret.

 

 

 

"WHERE DO I START?"

 

Just note: not everything will rhyme. This more like a spoken word. While typing this I found myself getting angry so excuse a few things that might seem inappropriate xD Hope it's good.  

 

Where do I start?

 

I mean...there are just too many things to cover 

And there's even more that I must discover: 

Like how am I to find my one true lover, or if I was born in this world to suffer. 

I could start off with blissful beginnings or perhaps the tragic endings

But then again...

it could be tragic beginnings leading to an elated ending. 

I guess it depends on the perspective of those who are telling the story

At times I wonder which was I for the people born before me.

Am I what they'd hope for? Or am I just another disappointing picture unworthy of a frame

Forever floating in the endless wind of wonder and pain as dark thoughts cloud my brain

At times I feel insane while at others, I am insane.

One would argue that both are one in the same.  

Right?

I mean isn't it possible that you are what you feel? 

That by admitting to how you feel, you've sealed the deal 

on what you are?

I suppose it could explain why my temple is cursed with these scars.

Because each scar is the result of what I've FELT. 

And it is with these scars that I've created what I am.

Haha...Well I'll be damned....

 

 

Fuck it. That's right. Just...fuck it. 

So what if my appearance and insanity categorizes me as a misfit?

It's either a misfit or a dimwit:

A misfit who accepts who she is or the dimwit who relies on what they aren't.

But of course I'm a misfit one day, and then a dimwit another;

One minute I am proud of what I am, and the next I'm down in the gutters

I can't make up my mind. I can't take my own advice

I can be the bitch of the century yet people wonder why I'm so nice. 

No my friend. 

There's kindness and then there's "oh well these wise words should suffice"

 

Prime example: here and now and what I write.

I ramble about my inner struggles when others struggle in bigger fights

My sister suffers from a sickness while my Gram lies that she is alright

I am selfish. Selfish and caught up with shit I should drop.

Praying for happiness when there are others fucking the next stranger as a job

And while they suck on that slob, I cry for my own "suffering" to stop

 

STOP STOP STOP! 

 

I scream for my own time to cease the ticking.

 

WHINE WHINE WHINE!

 

The constant complaining is just too addicting. 

Oh but believe me! One day I'll pay for the crimes I keep committing 

And one day I'll have to answer to the wrongs I've been admitting 

And soon when the limit is met, I'll drop this stupid self-loathing

And get my fat ass up and work to self-improving. 

And when that time comes, I'll heal my own bleeding heart

The only real question is: when the time comes..

 

Where do I start?

 

 

"TWO WORLDS, ONE OUTCOME""

Made another one. This isn't another spoken word like the last one and it's shorter. Apologies for the weak ending.

 

A life of luxury with gold-plated pavements, diamond tiaras, and vast mansions 

Royal blood pumps through your veins as you are spoiled with the reigning riches of what your last name has to offer

Forever basking in endless bliss with desires for more power, towering treasures, and a bigger expansion 

Not a care in your perfect world, yet in my world we struggle to earn the measly dollar 

 

My pavements are not made of gold. 

Instead they are painted with red and coated with the roaches from the burning blunt

We do not leave in stunning strongholds

We dwell in matchbox houses and crumbling brick buildings on a cold front

 

And while you suck the sweet nectar served from a silver spoon on that gold platter

And have that peaceful slumber buried underneath threaded goat's wool 

I'll hunt for the next meal and rely on the the rain to be my freshwater 

Writhing on the ragged blankets I managed to steal from a drunken fool

 

Yet despite these differences we share

We both bleed the same red

And no matter how they are compared

Our worlds will meet when we lie among the dead.

 

 

THE RARE ENCOUNTER

 

Ah! It's nice to see you again, it's been awhile

Cheer up my dear friend, Let's see that amazing smile

The fact that you're here must mean you're better

You rarely see me whenever you're under the weather

I wish I could see you often, it's sad when I'm neglected

Without you I just feel so disconnected 

Are you well? Is there anything new you wish to tell?

Please inform me you've improved on coming out of your shell?

Your presence at least tells me you're slowly breaking that spell

The spell of depression that fights to consume your soul 

Please see more of me? I'm the half to make you whole

 

Yes...I'm sorry that seeing you is a rare thing 

I'm aware in the good our meetings could bring

But it's hard to even look at you; I'm ashamed to admit

You're just a constant reminder that I continue to exist

But in the midst of this spell I've fallen under long ago

It is you that encourages me to withstand life's blows

You are my friend, yet at the same time my one true foe

Sadness and strength is what you bring through this inflow 

I only wanted to see you to test if I'd feel less pain 

Hopefully I'll have a better mindset when we meet again

 

And with a heavy sigh, I turn around with a heart that remains bitter

"One day our meetings will be more uplifting" I whisper as I depart from the mirror

 

Edited December 5, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[Silver Stream. 708]

THE BIRTHDAY GIFT

 

 

For what it's worth; I believe you're an amazing person

One who genuinely care for people and offers them kindness

How you make a friend feel better before their sadness worsens

I speak truth when I say you're a great friend at it's finest

Beauty and brilliance is what you radiate.

Both inside and out it's clear you possess it

Your presence is truly something we must appreciate

How great of a person are you? Words cannot express it

I know that sometimes you feel extremely low

How you think you get credit you don't deserve

But I'm here to say to never lose your brilliant glow

The knowledge of your worth should always be preserved

And what you are worth is more than materialistic treasures

Someone as precious as you and your qualities is the ultimate reward

Who can deny your company bring harmless pleasures?

Know that WHO you are is something not even gold can afford

Never see yourself as a bad person unworthy of praise

You're talented, sweet, headstrong, smart, and funny

Take in our compliments and carry them through the last of your days

If a hater tries you, fuck them, and stay bubbly

 

 

This marks 18yrs of a world blessed to have you in it

 

 

18yrs of the hearts that you've touched and broken (because this is the reality we all live)

Ups and downs, smiles and frowns, obstacles and turn arounds

18yrs of all your actions and the many words you've spoken

Accomplishments big and small and the friends you've lost and found

I am grateful you found us and we are lucky to have found you

It is you who should give yourself the greatest praise in the end

Apologies for something like this to be way overdue

I guess what I'm trying to say...is that I'm so lucky to have you as a friend

 

~Happy Birthday Memedork

 

 

 

This was just a gift to a friend of mine

[Jaxsie (Inactive) 1,343]

Snaps! Snaps all around!  What a wonderful gem that I stumbled upon here! You're poems and spoken word are all beautifully written. I read every single one. I really resonated with "My Greatest Fear." While it is not my greatest fear, what you expressed is something I can relate to very much.

 

Also, this one passage from "Where do I start" really hit hard for me.

 

 

 

I mean isn't it possible that you are what you feel? That by admitting to how you feel, you've sealed the deal on what you are? I suppose it could explain why my temple is cursed with these scars. Because each scar is the result of what I've FELT. And it is with these scars that I've created what I am. Haha...Well I'll be damned....

 

It's a shame that art in this form is not as appreciated as other mediums here. But do know that I am definitely reading! ^^

[Silver Stream. 708]

Snaps! Snaps all around! What a wonderful gem that I stumbled upon here! You're poems and spoken word are all beautifully written. I read every single one. I really resonated with "My Greatest Fear." While it is not my greatest fear, what you expressed is something I can relate to very much.

 

Also, this one passage from "Where do I start" really hit hard for me.

 

 

It's a shame that art in this form is not as appreciated as other mediums here. But do know that I am definitely reading! ^^

 

Oh my, you have no idea how much this praise means to me!!!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read these (which reminds me I have requests I need to freaking do...but I keep.procrastinating due to a long complicated fanfic I'm working on).

 

And yeah, it sucks that poetry isn't acknowledged as much as visual art, but then again, it's not like I desire for it to be. It's understandable that someone will choose a gorgeous painting over a few words xD. But it warms my heart someone likes my poetry. I'll be sure to try harder in making more!

[Jaxsie (Inactive) 1,343]

Oh my, you have no idea how much this praise means to me!!!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read these (which reminds me I have requests I need to freaking do...but I keep.procrastinating due to a long complicated fanfic I'm working on).

 

And yeah, it sucks that poetry isn't acknowledged as much as visual art, but then again, it's not like I desire for it to be. It's understandable that someone will choose a gorgeous painting over a few words xD. But it warms my heart someone likes my poetry. I'll be sure to try harder in making more!

 

You are very welcome! You're very skilled with words and as I writer myself, reading them was a treat.

 

Poetry is anything but a few words. ^^ Words are the paint and the canvas is the mind of the reader. The beautiful thing about words is that the picture they create is different for each person; and different in each time you read it.  I'm looking forward to reading more of your work! ^^