My promise
just feeling really depressed right now
Sea Change
need to get back in the ocean ha ha
Shodows
You see a show through the widow to the world. Do you know what it is? Do you know who it is? Is it someone out there for you or is it a stranger waiting for you in the dark ready to pounce? For you must look and see. Yet the sha
a bleeding needing
its sadness but also social,,but very spirtual,,and i think has undertones of a paradox,,a philosophy of the rationalistic views and people in the world but also in ourselves, the spiteful gene
Under the blanket.
Under the blanket, I lie in wait alone I'm reaching out for a new friend It's a blanket of time I've watched it pass by My spirit was broken, but sure to mend I believe angels are with those pure at soul moving about at light speed, to leave
Glowing
I seem to write poetry when things are rough! Like my car needing a new clutch!
STEPPING AWAY AGAIN BE BACK SOON
Not mad just sad and need a break and will return soon. I will miss all of my poet friends here in connecting singles..... :(
To the memories of Me And You !
And I still beleive In You and Me Call me Crazy Sew me Cuz I Feel !! I still beleive Cuz that part of you never left me alone And I Go everywhere tryin to let go You keep on coming back like never before I thought i would cry my tears
Pretty Girl
painfull feelings
reality
:)
The Feeling
So did this for every one, who felt it.
Breaking Point
Why must I do those things, When I have everything, Why would I break a rule, When it is uncalled fore, Why do I always make the wrong decision, When all I have to do I keep to myself, Why does it happen like that, Where did things go wrong.
Need Some One To Hold
Silver shadow And silver mist Please hear my prayer As I lay my head on My pillow Grant me my wish Don't let me go to sleep All alone The night is so long And I need some one To hold Silver shadow and silver mist As I lay my he
A Thousand...
I dont think it ever goes away...
miss spent youth
dreams are nice,but they always end and charming will never exist.
aashiq
it,s voice of my heart
Life At The Edge
This is my first attempt at writing poetry, well writing anything that is not technically based. I have no idea if it is good, bad, indifferent. At least it is short, so if it is truly painful, it won't last too long.
Evergreen
Autumn comes and leaves fall to the ground, Scattered to the wind, year upon year, Just like people they come and go, There can be no delay to the perfection of the equinox. There aren’t many photos of me, Almost as if I wasn’t here at all, W
Why Ask
Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us? We are water, separated from its river, Emerged from a tear, Melancholy, distressed. Of course I knew that a painting is just A whimsy of colors- But when I entered the emporium of love, I
Shock To The System
Arthritis pain that cripples me at times.
the ways of life
one of my original..i write peoms that compliments my mood
you are just a dream...
oohh you are now just a dream..that is a truth..!
Uncivilized
the daily news report
Nightmare In Me
self explanitory
Adieu
Eyes wide open, can't catch your breath, dark is the secrets of your past. Fight them demons that have near swallowed you whole, grasp the last fragments of your soul. Your sanity is being questioned, words unspoken say so much, Its a pr
NUMB-SKULL
i'm sharing my pain of so much heartbreak....for me to reach out equals another mistake,to be a sad poet is so much fun!my words hurt others and i don't even know it.
OBESSION
This was for my ex. the booze king
A Walk On A Moonlit Night
If I walk on a moonlit night, My shadow walks beside me, O my life. Moonlight hides in every lane, Which lane should I take? O my life. The night-scents are vigilant, And the wind is soothing, O my life. I am ignorant about these
Behind My Eyes
Behind my eyes, what will you find Behind my eyes, what's in my heart Behind my eyes, what's on my mind Behind my eyes, you will see Behind my eyes, the fire that rages with in me Behind my eyes, ever longing to be free Behind my eyes, all I am
Open Wound
I know it may seem scattered, but it came out of me in a very dark time of my life. Im a musician and so I have now turned it into a song, I hope it may bring someone some comfort for wherever they maybe at.
closeted crying...a real man's response
I suppose that should anything serious ever happen to his wife, he might blow the house up around them. That'll fix it...
A Borrowed Song
Give me, O Lord A few more songs. My fire is dying, Give me a spark. At a very young age I exhausted every sorrow. For my youth Give me a fresh pain. Give me a song, like youth itself, Beautiful, magical. Like the redness of a rising d
Separation,You Are King
Let us speak of separation, Separation is king. A body that does not feel separation, Is dead body. We are all born in the house of separation, We are children of separation, We receive it, we swallow it, We are on this earth to bear it.
"Hand by Hand"
I wrote for my friend who demanded to write.
Sometimes
Iam just thinking of my friends and family who having lifes problems and somtimes it just has to be that way for now.
tears for him
i want him i want him to look into my eyes want to look into his eyes and see the need in them the need for me the need to be with me to have me close i want to watch his face as he sleeps want to wake up next to him want to lay down at nigh
wanting what i cannot have
its terrible wanting something you cannot have especially when that something is another person you want them and you know that what you have with them now is all it is likely to ever be you talk to him at least every few days but usually ever
Separation
People worship god. I worship this separation from you. It is worth Haj to a hundred Meccas, This separation from you. People say I am as brilliant as the sun, They say I am famous. What a fire it has lit in me, This separation from you.
you never teach me..
i know your just a draem now..
only i can smile...
my bad dreams..
The Night of Sorrows
Either this sorrowful night is long Or my songs are interminable. This dreadful night does not end, Nor do my songs cease. How deep are these lakes? No one has measured them. But they do not swell up in the rains, Nor dry up in drought.
My Song
I love This song.. so I translate it.