why do people gotta come fuck up all our good, deep poetry with some dumbass comment man?

Juggalo, no offense, but do you have anything original? Not trying to be a dick but you seem like an intelligent dude, if you wrote something I would like to hear it.

YA BITCH WERES UR POETRY MATHAFUCKA

*applause*

Let your imagination run wild, your thoughts a jumble in your head, let the soothing noise of the leaves rustling above you put you in a trance. Let every feeling besides happiness go away, leaving you to dream.

That was a fragment from a story I wrote once upon a time. Fucking 600 page story

Dude, I always end up writing a shitload and then erasing the whole damn thing because of something I don't like. It's fucking frustrating, so now the most I write are 8 pages.

Well here's one of my own; feedback, please XD It's called I Remember the Tear. In it's original spanish, it actually rhymes a little XD

I remember on that occasion where abyss is now left
When there was a parting that never came
And a tear came from my eye
And down my cheek rolled
Tears of pure disillusion with a great pain
You never know love until you feel it
When the farther you struggle from darkness, the more enters in you.

Who on earth remembers their first tear of pain
In a world of solitude and a bitter taste
Who is the person you wished to love most
And with their great undoing made you lose the illusion
Of which always wanting to see arrive and never make wait
Thousands of whispers I begin to hear
Where it says that crying serves for nothing.

Why do they say you mustn't cry?
If the calmer you get the more tears spill out
You think those tears are false
Like those said past loves that were in your soul
Don't think I'm one of them, I'm different
I'm not perfect I never will be
But my tears these are really true.

If you think with them I plan to attract you, through pity...
You're wrong, it's only by them I know I've lost
If you don't want to see me cry you can turn around
And taking your path try to not look back
You might think your wrong but it will be your
Choice....

I remember the tear... that down my cheek rolled
Of which only this one is made of pure love
Not fantasies, not tantrums

I just remember the tear
That down my cheek rolled....