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You say you're still on medication and have had lots of therapy? Maybe it's a matter of revisiting old coping techniques and anything else like that, that therapy taught you?

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  • #16
    Here's a little poem I wrote about love

    If someone stays by you when youíve hurt them
    Thatís true love
    Theyíre still in love with you
    Even though you donít think youíre not enough
    You donít know why they still love you
    As much as they did yesterday
    Especially as youíve got things wrong
    Not just with the things you say
    You did not give them what they deserve
    You hope the littlest things wonít get in the way
    Though, youíll understand if they no longer want you
    Regardless, youíll love and miss them every day if they choose to walk away


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    • #17
      Here's a little poem I wrote about love


      If someone stays by you when youíve hurt them

      Thatís true love
      Theyíre still in love with you
      Even though you donít think youíre not enough
      You donít know why they still love you
      As much as they did yesterday
      Especially as youíve got things wrong
      Not just with the things you say
      You did not give them what they deserve
      You hope the littlest things wonít get in the way
      Though, youíll understand if they no longer want you
      Regardless, youíll love and miss them every day if they choose to walk away


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      • #18
        A Little Sunshine in Your Day

        Itís nice to see how a little sunshine can brighten someoneís day
        To look outside and see all of the birds tweeting away
        No one knows what the day will hold
        But to make every moment count is the truth to be told
        Some like to see the blossoming of flowers
        And to sit outside and relax in the sun for a few hours

        For others it is the feeling of the heat
        Of the sun beaming down from your head to your feet
        Itís always better to look up the sky
        And see that ball of fire shining way up high
        No matter how tough your life might be
        Thereís always something more for you to see
        So next time you see some sun
        Go outside to see it and enjoy the fun
        Or if it just seems like an ordinary day to you
        Donít sit inside with nothing to do
        Even if it is only a small walk or a breath of fresh air
        Just take a moment to appreciate that light breeze through your hair
        A little sunshine always made me smile as a kid
        Iíd be sad whenever it disappeared and hid
        The best kind of sun is when you are abroad
        The same canít be said when youíre heading home on the plane about to board
        If it is not sunny where you are today
        Still smile Ė thatís all I can say

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        • #19
          apandav what you wrote is beautiful, and thanks.

          Churning storm and rumbling skies,
          Water leaking from its eyes,
          Whispers warning me of our trees demise'
          We all would prefer this truth to be a lie.

          Sacred ground crumbling underneath the weight of failure,
          A soundless scream announcing it's been five years.
          Branches breaking and houses tearing,
          Even my world cannot handle this, it would seem.

          Ghosts of the wronged intruding my solitude,
          I realise that forever they will intrude.
          Fear stemmed from the chaos wrought upon us,
          I believe Pathetic Fallacy existed in this feud.


          A voice beyond the Pitter - Patter of the rain,
          My mind reaches out; it recognised* my name.
          Incromprehensibky crying my eyes out on the pillow.
          Understanding that I'm laying underneath a willow,

          I wake.

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          • #20
            That night so vividly I remember,
            A gloomy day on the first of December,
            Tears cascading down your face,
            This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

            Two entwined hands swinging back and forth,
            A long walk and yet it felt so short.
            You drop to the ground the chain I gave you,
            It wasn't us, I was the only soul who knew.

            A song of our heart ache echoing in the silence,
            And rain drops start destroying this fitting dryness.
            A step away from me you take,
            This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

            Anguish filling both our bodies,
            My breath hitches and I hope no-one saw me,
            A final note now ringing out,
            The song stops, you start to doubt.

            Time now coming for your life to be carted,
            You sit down at the bench where this all started.
            My eyes lost in your abyss of emotions,
            This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

            Calls of desperation timidly reaching out,
            'Wait for me, my love' I hurriedly shout.
            You nod solemnly, as your body hits the floor,
            And soon, I realise that you are no more.

            My wall starts falling - it's a wave crashing down!
            And down I go, next to you on the ground.
            Sobs wracking my body as I stare at your face,
            This love we had, it cannot be replaced.

            Now breaking my mind swiftly away,
            From the tragic memories of that fateful day,
            My eyes close while I sink to the chair.
            Yes, indeed, it was my fault that I cared.

            But that night so vividly I will forever remember,
            A gloomy day on the first of December.
            Tears were cascading down your face,
            That love we had, it cannot be erased...

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            • #21
              Tasha, you're work is phenomenal. You seem to have a talent.

              Fire resides in our eyes,
              Fear will not take over.
              With faith in our Lord of all skies,
              Fear will not take over.
              Failing to bow to the call of death,
              Fear will not take over.
              Dismissing our screams, are they deaf?
              Fear will never take over.

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              • #22
                Hello Elena12,

                Thank you for your kind comment. I love your way with words

                I enjoyed reading every piece you have shared on this thread. I look forward to reading more.

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                • #23
                  Thanks @Tasha,for the compliment.

                  The pain is excruciating.
                  But I withstand it.
                  I push through...
                  Somehow.

                  My gentle steps are resonating through the room.
                  They're too loud on this tranquil area.
                  I pay no heed to that and carry on.

                  I've reached the cabinet.
                  The bottles are within arms reach.
                  I just need to grab it.

                  There.
                  I've done it.
                  Finally, I'm free.

                  My vision is fading fast.
                  Yet I can still see you...
                  Asking why,
                  Begging me for answers I do not have.

                  And then,
                  Just as the sirens near,
                  I lose my hold on life.

                  This was written about a year ago, but it was personal to me so I just though to post it.

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                  • #24
                    thanks Elena12 - your poems are great
                    Wishing you a Magical Christmas

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                    • #25
                      Lies since birth, they must be true.
                      Everyone else, now me too.
                      Iím in the machine, can you see me.
                      I am burning in my stomach, under your society.
                      Too scared to be honest, trapped in this game.
                      Why am I playing, your fortune, my pain.

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                      • #26
                        I posted this on a different thread, this is a poem I wrote about how I was feeling while being sexually bullied at school.

                        Was it funny?

                        Was it funny to watch me quiver when touching me in ways that made me shiver.
                        Was it funny to hear me sigh when I said "stop" you laughed and asked "why"
                        Was it funny to see me give up. I Let you carry on while my eyes filled up.

                        Was it funny when I lied?
                        if a teacher asked "what's wrong" I told them I was fine.

                        Was it funny to see me low but I hid my feelings so no one would know

                        Was it funny to make your jokes saying "I'd love to give it to you" then telling me I was ugly, fat and had no hopes. Of being loved or even liked. I should be grateful for your efforts to touch me and comment like they were your rights.

                        Do you see the damage you have done, your actions and words left me feeling numb. Ive cried and cried until my tears dried up. There is none left now. Im finished, I'm done!
                        What's my life worth now for I can not see. What I'd done for you to do this to me.

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