]So, I really love poetry. I forget this some time, and then I read a poem that touches me and I'm like "Oh, I remember you, old friend." So, I thought I'd share a few that i like with you. 
"The Egotist"
In a self-centered circle, he goes round and round,
That he is a wonder is true;
For who but an egotist ever could be
Circumference and center, too.
-Sarah Fells-
^Now, I first came across this poem when I was reading the book, "Sybil". I really enjoyed it. I can never remember the author (I had to google it. Oops!) but it's really good. It stuck with me forever. I memorized all of it, and it's my favorite poem.
"For Women Who Are Difficult To Love"
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
-Warsan Shire-
This to me, just speaks volumes. I don't understand it completely(I hardly ever do with poetry), but to me it comes across as her thinking of someone loving someone she'll never have completely. ANd he is trying to overcome that by becoming the one she wants. Probably totally wrong there.
"Little Beast"
1.
An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.
The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night
is thinking. It's thinking of love.
It's thinking of stabbing us to death
and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.
That's a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone.
Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife
carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall. I like him
and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.
2.
Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
3.
History repeats itself. Somebody says this.
History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop,
over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.
History is a little man in a brown suit
trying to define a room he is outside of.
I know history. There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
4.
He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him
green eyes flicked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool--
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it's summer, so it's suicide,
so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
5.
It wasn't until we were well past the middle of it
that we realized
the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,
far from being subverted,
had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.
Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,
replete with tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes
and not the doorway we had hoped for.
His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker that before,
scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.
6.
We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
as the road around us
grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass
already laced with frost,
but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of
lullabies.
But damn if there isn't anything sexier
than a slender boy with a handgun,
a fast car, a bottle of pills.
7.
What would you like? I'd like my money's worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this--
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
-Richard Siken-
That poem there is just brutal to me. xD But at the same time it's sensual.
"Ascension"
Mind, troubled. Stress is doubled. I am thinking way to much, I just wish to be humbled. The end, where to begin it? I aim to win it. To throw away my failures and everything that stands along with it. I am haunted. Harrassed, hounded, and taunted. I keep letting others get to me, daunted. Why do they flaunt their abilities? To remind me of my own insecurities? Sorry, but i refuse to recognise false superiority. Their words hold no weight. Ive taken away their authority. I wont become like them, i made myself a pact. I have studied them, and learned what they had lacked. I will rise up so fast, they wont see it coming. Like a vanishing act. I stare into my own eyes using a mirror. To harden my resolve, i have to let go of my fears. So I tell myself "fuck their opinions!" I don't need my peers. I am sick to death of this useless tension. Ive had enough of their whining and bitching. Im not going to listen to it anymore, my ears are on suspenion. What i know now, is beyond their recognition. They better be prepared for it...this is my ascension.
-Martin Edwards-
I like that one, but I mostly put it there cos my friend wrote it. xD He does okay. He's not the best, but he tries. Any thoughts on his work?
"Tony"
I'm aching as I write this,
I've been hurt an awful lot,
It's hard to see someone you love let you go.
I could tell you how I feel,
Sob and tell you how you've betrayed me.
But it wouldn't help. You've always been primed,
And ready to run.
To turn back and clutch blindly to your past.
I was holding you back,
Trying desperately to hold onto my dream.
I thought it was our dream.
I was wrong.
I was so beyond wrong. Upside down, torn apart.
Yeah, that's me.
This is the part where I get stronger from the pain, right?
When does the pain go away and the strength seep in?
When will you're memory sweep out, and happiness in?
-KrissyJean-
I wrote that one. :3
Do ya like it? Huh? Huh? hahahah. xD
"Marriage"
Sometimes the things you say touch me in ways you can't possibly imagine. They bring tears of joy to my eyes. Other times you cast me aside like a piece of trash. I take it because I am weak, and you don't notice because you are strong. in theory it makes no sense to me, but it's what I've been taught all along. You say you love me and hold me close; showering me in endless love. However, if you get upset with me, I can expect thundering fists from above. What happened to the person you once were? The one who promised to have and to hold for life? You may break my heart and you may break my bones, but I'll always be your wife.
-KrissyJean-
Haha. I wrote that one too. I saw a lot of abuse between a man and a woman who had promised to have and to hold before. 
"I Once Knew How To Smile"
I once knew how to smile; back when love meant something. I knew how to be myself and I wasn't worried about anybody else. The world looked new to me, and I shared that time with you. Though no one ever knew. After a time of peace there is always war, and, thus, it happened to me once more. My world shatteted like a broken mirror on the ground. You weren't there to catch me, so I didn't make a sound. I let it break. My heart, such a fragile thing. Despite the pain, I'm learning again. Maybe I'll improve in a little while. It'll be like before, when love had integrity and I knew how to smile.
-Krissyjean-
Well, that's all for now. Do you have any imput? Or do you have any poems that you like? If so, share them below!
"The Egotist"
In a self-centered circle, he goes round and round,
That he is a wonder is true;
For who but an egotist ever could be
Circumference and center, too.
-Sarah Fells-
^Now, I first came across this poem when I was reading the book, "Sybil". I really enjoyed it. I can never remember the author (I had to google it. Oops!) but it's really good. It stuck with me forever. I memorized all of it, and it's my favorite poem.
"For Women Who Are Difficult To Love"
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
-Warsan Shire-
This to me, just speaks volumes. I don't understand it completely(I hardly ever do with poetry), but to me it comes across as her thinking of someone loving someone she'll never have completely. ANd he is trying to overcome that by becoming the one she wants. Probably totally wrong there.
"Little Beast"
1.
An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.
The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night
is thinking. It's thinking of love.
It's thinking of stabbing us to death
and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.
That's a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone.
Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife
carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall. I like him
and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.
2.
Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
3.
History repeats itself. Somebody says this.
History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop,
over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.
History is a little man in a brown suit
trying to define a room he is outside of.
I know history. There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
4.
He had green eyes,
so I wanted to sleep with him
green eyes flicked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool--
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it's summer, so it's suicide,
so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
5.
It wasn't until we were well past the middle of it
that we realized
the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,
far from being subverted,
had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.
Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,
replete with tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes
and not the doorway we had hoped for.
His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker that before,
scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.
6.
We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
as the road around us
grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass
already laced with frost,
but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of
lullabies.
But damn if there isn't anything sexier
than a slender boy with a handgun,
a fast car, a bottle of pills.
7.
What would you like? I'd like my money's worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this--
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
-Richard Siken-
That poem there is just brutal to me. xD But at the same time it's sensual.
"Ascension"
Mind, troubled. Stress is doubled. I am thinking way to much, I just wish to be humbled. The end, where to begin it? I aim to win it. To throw away my failures and everything that stands along with it. I am haunted. Harrassed, hounded, and taunted. I keep letting others get to me, daunted. Why do they flaunt their abilities? To remind me of my own insecurities? Sorry, but i refuse to recognise false superiority. Their words hold no weight. Ive taken away their authority. I wont become like them, i made myself a pact. I have studied them, and learned what they had lacked. I will rise up so fast, they wont see it coming. Like a vanishing act. I stare into my own eyes using a mirror. To harden my resolve, i have to let go of my fears. So I tell myself "fuck their opinions!" I don't need my peers. I am sick to death of this useless tension. Ive had enough of their whining and bitching. Im not going to listen to it anymore, my ears are on suspenion. What i know now, is beyond their recognition. They better be prepared for it...this is my ascension.
-Martin Edwards-
I like that one, but I mostly put it there cos my friend wrote it. xD He does okay. He's not the best, but he tries.
Any thoughts on his work?
"Tony"
I'm aching as I write this,
I've been hurt an awful lot,
It's hard to see someone you love let you go.
I could tell you how I feel,
Sob and tell you how you've betrayed me.
But it wouldn't help. You've always been primed,
And ready to run.
To turn back and clutch blindly to your past.
I was holding you back,
Trying desperately to hold onto my dream.
I thought it was our dream.
I was wrong.
I was so beyond wrong. Upside down, torn apart.
Yeah, that's me.
This is the part where I get stronger from the pain, right?
When does the pain go away and the strength seep in?
When will you're memory sweep out, and happiness in?
-KrissyJean-
I wrote that one. :3
Do ya like it? Huh? Huh? hahahah. xD
"Marriage"
Sometimes the things you say touch me in ways you can't possibly imagine. They bring tears of joy to my eyes. Other times you cast me aside like a piece of trash. I take it because I am weak, and you don't notice because you are strong. in theory it makes no sense to me, but it's what I've been taught all along. You say you love me and hold me close; showering me in endless love. However, if you get upset with me, I can expect thundering fists from above. What happened to the person you once were? The one who promised to have and to hold for life? You may break my heart and you may break my bones, but I'll always be your wife.
-KrissyJean-
Haha. I wrote that one too.
I saw a lot of abuse between a man and a woman who had promised to have and to hold before.
"I Once Knew How To Smile"
I once knew how to smile; back when love meant something. I knew how to be myself and I wasn't worried about anybody else. The world looked new to me, and I shared that time with you. Though no one ever knew. After a time of peace there is always war, and, thus, it happened to me once more. My world shatteted like a broken mirror on the ground. You weren't there to catch me, so I didn't make a sound. I let it break. My heart, such a fragile thing. Despite the pain, I'm learning again. Maybe I'll improve in a little while. It'll be like before, when love had integrity and I knew how to smile.
-Krissyjean-
Well, that's all for now. Do you have any imput? Or do you have any poems that you like? If so, share them below!