Well, someone said they wanted to see a poetry thread so here it is . I'm sharing my own work here, too. Feel free to leave you're own work down below. I don't know what to call this poem. In all my years never thought I'd be here. Drunk on the floor just eying the door to a future not yet clear. I raged and seethed. Nothing more to bleed. But can I think fast enough? Or will I need kick and shove to get just what I need? 'Cause courage's hard to muster At times I feel flustered. I try hard and try again but failure apprehends my esteems budding luster. I refuse to succumb. Becoming unsightly bum. Holding fate by the neck; always within check. Never to be trapped under thumb. I have more work, including this poem, on my Tumblr. I decided to share this one mostly because it was inspired by my T.