I haven't wrote in a while... Anuk how is that poem coming, did you et inspired yet?

Rings are silver, rings are gold.
As years go bye we all get old
to bad for you you are dieing fast
Hahaha at least my beauty will always last
Lets copy Paolini so when we die
Our bodies can be preserved under crystal beneath the sky


ok ok random... but it rhymed and thats all that matters

:blink: I actually liked that....

And no, *Big depressed sigh* I haven't gotten anything yet.

Come on Anuk, inspiration.... make someone die or something and write about depression.

Edit- write a poem about how you are depressed and you lost your inspiration

I've already written a poem about writer's block:

When I Didn't Know
The words won't put themselves together,
Into sentences that flow,
It'd be better,
If I know,
Just what to write.
But the computer screen remains blank, lifeless.
Here there's no light.
Should I write about a damsel in distress?
Or should I write the gruesome story of a mass murderer?
The screen remains blank, unwritten.
I can't continue any further,
My mind is stricken.
There is a fog around my mind,
That won't shift.
It's been there a long time,
And it won't lift.
So here I sit,
Waiting for the words to flow.
And I wonder if,
It was better when I didn't know.

I like that... not one of your best, but it is good.

Thank you :D

I've written two more new ones! Finally, inspiration! Here's the one I like best:

The Last Poem I'm Wasting On You
This'll be the last poem I'm wasting on you,
I promise.
I thought it was just us two,
But you weren't true.
I said I'd never do anything to hurt you,
And you said it too.
I thought you loved me,
I thought we'd be forever.
Why couldn't you see?
I guess you were never,
Truly in love with me.
Why did you have to crush me like that?
You were my everything, my world.
And with the drop of a hat,
You found another girl.
Was I not good enough for you?
What exactly went wrong?
Just tell me, please, and my mind can finally rest. I'll forget us two.
I feel like you're singing my song,
I'm the marionette and you're the one pulling my strings,
This is the last poem I'm wasting on you.
Forget all others.
I take them all in my hands and rip them apart,
Kind of like what you did to my heart.
The only person I have left is my mother.
She'll love me.
But she won't be enough.
You always said you'd never be with another,
That you'd never hurt me like that.
I should've listened to mother.
You've gone and won't ever come back.
And it was you who suspected me of cheating.
How could you put me through this hell?
I sustained all those beatings,
I promised you I wouldn't tell,
And I didn't. So why are you treating me like this,
When you were my world, when you were my bliss?
This is the last poem I'm wasting on you,
And I'm not going to let you run my life.
I don't care if it's not just us two.
I still want to be your wife.
And although part of me never wants to see you again,
The other part of me still pretends,
None of this ever happened.
I can feel the end,
But I still love you.
No, no, I don't.
It wasn't us two.
So I won't,
Even pretend I still love you.
I know I don't.
This is the last poem I'm wasting on you,
And I won't,
Let you hurt me anymore.

Written for my mom when she was in that abusive relationship Five years ago.

I like that a lot... Beautiful!

Thank you!!!

I have another, shorter one:

Sacrifice
Although I'm the sacrifice,
You won't lift a finger.
You'd never lend me your life,
You wouldn't even linger,
Around after I'm gone.
You don't care if I die,
Even though I've loved you for so long.
It was all a lie,
I'd given my life to hear you tell me you love me.
But that wasn't the way it was.
I was a sacrifice all along.
And I gave you my soul.
I'm nothing anymore.