Little Fish, Little Things

Pressed against the window
Like a fish inside the glass.
Swim 'round and 'round in circles,
But whether slow or fast
It doesn't really matter,
Because you aren't going anywhere
In particular, confined in a transparent box.
Oh, sure. You can float from one side to the other,
Travel up, or sink down.
You're getting worse, You're getting better
But you still can't make a sound.
Haunting eyes, they stare intently,
And they observe your every move;
Entertained as you blow bubbles;
Bored when you ignore your food.
"Look at this fish here!" Someone says,
"Its big and bright and beautiful!"
But when they look at you,
The ecstasy in their voice is gone.
"This fish is plain and skinny,
And we never see it eat.
Clearly, this one's worthless.
I'm sure there's something wrong with it."
And all the tricks you do,
you could practically sprout wings,
And it wouldn't matter, because their minds
Have already been made up.
And there is no way you can convince them
That you're special and you're worth it,
Because of those stupid, little things.

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This would be an example of my primary writing style. Though not all my poems are this long per se, the rhyme and meter are definitely my norm. Irregular, though usually rhyming, and a sort of natural flowing, though not regulated meter. I have met a few writers with a similar poetry-writing style. One of them has become a good friend of mine, and I hope to showcase his poetry sometime soon. If you write similarly, or you write totally different, send in a poem which exhibits your usual style, and maybe share what you think is special, or unique about it! I'd love to showcase some other people's works some time. Good luck writing, lovelies.

Red

Red is blood streaming down the face of a beaten girl.
Red is anger for those who have mercilessly abused us.
Red is hatred for the cowards who hide behind their taunting, cruel, words.
Red is a heart broken and left to fix itself.
Red is lips that whisper lies and make promises never intended to be kept.
Red is the slowest visible electromagnetic wavelength.
Red is burns. Words can burn the soul. Both take very long to heal.
Red is pressure to conform to society's idea of beauty.
Red is violence in the family, the world, for religious zeal, because of discrimination.
Red is warmth. Don't you miss it when your body is always cold?
Red is pain. Pain is only temporary, but it molds us like nothing else.
Red is lipstick. Look perfect. Smile.
Red is the glowing embers of someone's dying hope.
Red is the carpet where beautiful people walk. Look like them and you're beautiful too.
Red is a ribbon that says: "I am disordered. Will you please treat me like a normal human?"

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This form of color poem have nearly no restrictions other than each line starts with the chosen color and describes an aspect of the color or something that reminds you of the color. The poem contains 10-15 lines with this format, and it titled as the color. Don't limit yourself to just the basic 8 colors, for a challenge get creative and do a specific shade of a color, a rainbow, or title a basic color and make each line a different shade of the color etc. Go wild! Good luck writing! Send me what you come up with for this style! I Love you all! <3

Empty Like a Starving Child

I hate cold.
Bitter
I feel so alone.
I have been so stupid to think that things like this mattered.
I'm losing words. they're slipping... falling... failing.
I don't deserve this.
I don't deserve the sun.
I don't deserve anything.
Should I let go?
Slowly
Simplicity is Beauty.
Fear is Courage.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Depressing
There isn't a point to all of this... its empty.
Empty like a starving child.

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This is a stream of consciousness poem. To write a stream of consciousness poem, one decides on a topic, then writes down any and every word, phrase, etc exactly as one thinks of it, until one decides that the poem is over, retaining artistic integrity. The poem does not need rhyme or meter, though if you were to think that way, there is nothing wrong with it. The only requirement is that the form and words are a pure translation of your thought process on a certain topic. Good Luck writing!