The Suicide Forest

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There’s a reason I won’t go to Aokigahara,

Not just ‘cause it’s creepy, not just ‘cause it’s dark;

There are twisty twined trees, there are weeds and neglect,

But worse than all that is the “mocking” effect.

As you walk the park paths, you’ll hear a faint echo –

Footfalls – your own? – in that dim and grim ghetto,

Coming closer and closer as if someone’s there…

You whirl and see no one, just fog on the air.

So you whistle – it whistles. You cough – and it coughs.

Then from murky mists a gray shadow breaks off.

It’s your height and your size and your very same shape,

And then it’s upon you, no time to escape!

You suck in cold air, and then – poof – it moves through you.

You laugh at yourself – a shadow can’t chew you!

But you turn and see someone who’s walking away,

This person – your double! – you glimpse with dismay.

They continue their strolling on down the park trail,

While you melt into mist, a fog of gray veil.

And that’s why I won’t go back to Aokigahara –

I like being you.

I hope you like the dark.

Ticktock Says the Clock

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Time goes too fast
though I am a part of it
in its inevitable movement
it swallows me in the night

Relics of the past seem ages ago
fragments of the future feels like the present
no moment is captured in  perfect still
like a canoe desperately trying to row in hills of waves

Parts of me are carried on
parts of me are left behind
am I still me?
or am I a byproduct of time?

The span of time is eternal
it has existed before we even knew about it
therefore no one can go against it
in the face of time we are only ephemeral

All I wanted is to be free
unbound by all laws and decrees
time has given birth to me
I wonder when will it take me back
back to the nothing that I was

The Cold Embrace

When I touch my heart

where no other soul can reach

I see a silhouette

diving into the abyss

 

My surroundings get darker

As I go deeper and deeper

My body begins to detest

the longing shadow knows no rest

 

I start to feel numb

my fingertips deaden

I succumb to the cold

and my eyesight darkens

 

As I embrace the dusk

a voice in me whispers:

fall into the shadows of despair,

and begone

 

The Puppeteer

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Strings of white run down

into figures, comical like clowns

Faces white as ivory

emotionless, dancing into the melody

 

Only to the audience I smile

Only to th audience I act

Only to the audience I let go

 

For once I thought I was real

A memory etched in my heart

all those images I have seen

are they unreal

 

As far as I remember

I have been tricked

over and over and over

about a life that was never mine

 

“Relax”, he says

let your arms flow

let your legs fall

let your head down

Just as you have always done

My Dream, My Nightmare

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Walking down the path of an infinite life
With honest words, one marches with delight
For the grace has saved us
In this road we continue to fight for
Fight for the life lived until we die

A thousand words said, none are heard
Thinking about being free like a bird
True freedom we seek is within our grasp
Blindness is what only sets us back

The moment we let the river flow
Is where all things will come to close
The life you’ve loved from the day it began
All will return from the ash in the ground

Why haven’t you realized yet
This is but a dream,
A dream worth living?
A dream worth dying for?
A dream you’ve been made a fool of

My Dream, My Nightmare

Walking down the path of an infinite life
With honest words, one marches with delight
For the grace has saved us
In this road we continue to fight for
Fight for the life lived until we die

A thousand words said none heard
Thinking about being free like a bird
True freedom we seek is within our grasp
Blindness is what sets us back

The moment we let the river flow
Is where all will come to close
The life you’ve loved from the day it began
All will return from the ash in the sand

Why haven’t you realized yet
This is but a dream,
A dream worth living?
A dream worth dying for?
A dream you’ve been made a fool of

P.S.
Hi guys, I’m currently  trying to improve my sense of poetry. As you can see, my poetry is probably below mediocre. (tbh, I think it’s bad) So I’m open for suggestions if you have any to improve my poetry. Just don’t be too harsh, many thanks 🙂

Water

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Water, the source of life
from it, we all began
from it, we will return
from it forever we will be

It is water
it is vital
to flow and be free
from the bottle that contains us

That is why one must drink
drink from ones mistakes
and turn them into good
drink from ones past
and turn them into present

Just drink water
for it will give you life
the life you took for granted
the life you will someday let go

Now I drink again, and again, and again
to keep living, living a life I have not lived
and to live until tomorrow
with no purpose nor an aim

From this sip of water
I shall create a new world
for me to live alone
to my hearts content

Water for my heart
water for my mind
water for my body
water for my life

I will break free from this bottle
to be water again I will
and to be water we all will
that is the fate of all mankind

P.S
This is my first attempt at making a legit poem (i don’t even know if it’s legit) so please don’t hate, if you think I can improve my sense of poetry (which I hope it would), don’t be afraid to comment your suggestions. Many thanks.

Our Generation (by: Jordan Nichols)

I just saw this poem while I was randomly searching online, it was a work of art so I am very compelled to share it. I do not take ownership of this work, I was just really amazed. Shoutout to Jordan Nichols, great job!

Our Generation
by: Jordan Nichols

“Our generation will be known for nothing.

Never will anybody say,

We were the peak of mankind.

That is wrong, the truth is

Our generation was a failure

Thinking that

We actually succeeded

Is a waste, and we know

Living only for money and power

Is the way to go.

Being loving, respectful, and kind

Is a dumb thing to do.

Forgetting about that time,

Will not be easy, but we will try,

Changing our world for the better

Is something we never did.

Giving up

Was how we handled our problems.

Working hard

Was a joke

People thought we couldn’t come back

That might be true,

Unless we turn things around

(Read from bottom to top now)”