suffocating silence
it's about getting dumped
Tearful Harmonica
My beautiful friend had 2 favorite harmonica songs...I would play these tunes for her whenever she was down...I still do, only now i play for her while she's on the phone...Never fails to Cheer her up
Did you think...
Did you think I wouldn't go? Did you think I wouldn't leave? When you were telling me those lies, that you thought I would believe. Did you think I was too weak? Or that your power was too strong? I just want to know, what you've been thinki
Dag Of Nag
Deur vensters met krake. Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte. Regtig verlore. Alleen onder die maanlig. Alleen tweetalig. Alleen. Die spieel hang skeef in die gang. Ek kan myself nie seen nie. Die spieel is omgedraai. Dit is nag. Maar dit is d
WormHole
Watching Morgan Freeman on the Dicovery channel speaking of wormholes.Always an interesting idea or theory. I wonder could I occupy the same space as me in some bizarre world and if not should I snuff him out or be penpals? I dounno this could get complicated
The coward
The man I had been seening had just dumped me. But he used silence as the weapon. He never returned my calls, or text. When I had to meet to give him his stuff, he took his new friend with him. Was this just to make me feel worse, or did they need a good laugh?
Light Is Fading
Most of the poems I write seem quite sad, some even think it may be about myself, the thing is, I see many people and I kind of pick up on how they’re feeling, may not be exact, so I exaggerate a little makes a better poem I think. In this poem I seen a man with his head hung low sitting on the steps of his home, he looked as if the whole world was on his shoulders, and this came to my mind.
Numb
Numb, that’s how I feel Some say what’s the big deal I can’t feel I can’t smile I can’t laugh Numb thats how I feel Pleasure no longer loving feelings lost It hurts to talk It hurts to walk Numb thats how I feel My eyes a
Hearts Throb
Suffering of someone.
bump in the road
at age four...she lost an eye but not a single person cried save for her for she's alone inside her head which is her home all around her world is crazed supposed persons are a maze how may she take one step ahead? with reaction to her filled
BRUSH OF BEAUTY
Rambling off my head
broken
memory is all thats left
My Red Rose
True Story
Reflection
Why is it that everytime I turn around your there staring back at me? Your stare is cold,filled with anger, but watery with lonliness, your complextion is pale and unhealthy,your sweaty with nervousness. How can you walk around like that?,I am embar
Lost
Feeling tired, a bit lost and somewhat confused.... just thoughts...
lost path
this poem is about the break up of a woman ive been with for over 3 years and 10 months now that we broke up i feel all alone and lost
this is a message only*
yesterday (saturday may 16), at some point I couldn't gain access to this site. Later, I logged on to this site and was bombarded by messages that multiple viruses had invaded my computer and messages advising me to click an area to remove said virus
the name you can trust
we are helpless to find our end..
after effect
senseless act
irelands lost spirit
this poem is for how i feel on my countrie i have given up on my people they are lost....they are lost in spirit and ambition i feel trapped i feel alone i shared this poem to some who might feel the same in there own countrie our in certian circumstances this poem is not a rythme poem but of expression of thought
The Pillar
This is the first poem that I have posted on this site, and actually I've never showed this poem to anyone before. I definitely do not consider myself a very good poet, and I do not write regularly. Just sometimes when I'm really emotional about something, I start to rhyme a little. As in this case, I was feeling pretty down; alone and just not seen, even though I try to be and do everything right.
All Those Ifs
Fear... isn't it a nasty thing? While some of us may be afraid of spiders *raises hands...and feet* Some of us may be afraid of other things. Survivors of emotional, and s*xual abuse, as well as rape...well...we hate ourselves on a day to day basis, and refuse to let anyone in. We fight love tooth and nail because we don't think we deserve it. I've been fighting this for so long. I started, with emotional and psychological abuse in public school from teachers and students alike, throw in some s*xual abuse from fellow students, then rape about 6 years ago. It's been really painful to love anyone, and when I did I loved the wrong people. The kinds that hurt you in the end. I feel like a butterfly that could rip apart at the faintest touch. A band-aid on my wings would just ground me for life, killing me. It's been so hard to love myself with the world fighting me. So I greet each day with a "What will you do to me now, that you haven't done already?" Then I look in the mirror, if I dare...and think, "Who will love this?" knowing if anyone even tries, I'd push them away. Would they fight back? Would they keep loving me despite my pain?
~Solace in the Bottle~
We we go sometimes when we hurt..
For a star who fell-Michael Jackson
A poem for a star who fell too soon but who let many beautiful songs behind him
Friends
If you do not become friends with the lonelyness that has become your bed then the twisted Barron thoughts that you keep within your inner cage will finally break out to become your pain
Jain to jain kahan
Jain to jain kahan, samjay ga kon yahan dard bharay dil ki zuban, apna bi gham hay un ka bi gham hay, ab dil k bachay ki umeed kam hay, ik kashti so toofan, jain to jain kahan
if i die today
if i die today take my damn soul away i don't want this misery i fall to far through the burdens of life and my friends have knifes stuck in my back tonight im waiting for death to take me because for this life is to unfair
The End.
i have lost control of my life. i need to figure it out. my heart is empty. my last posted poem.
My body
It is about the hope that scars will some day heal allowing the heart to feel again.
Monsoon
Life is a drop of pain softened by the monsoon rain My heart is heavy as the rain in the clouds… the winds detach the flowers from every mourning tree The gloomy clouds on a monsoon night… The sky seems so far in the darkest blue.. Neither
Break-up
Wintery weather occasionally stirs up sadness
"I dream of more..."
My angel´s dirty heart is sore Like i never saw before Feeling my inner core... I won´t be hurt anymore... I keep my silent sorrows therefore... Maybe i need to restore my balance if i visit any seashore... Maybe more... And even more...
Sad
Hurt
see me i am in here
a story in the denver post today.be careful when driving your cars are lethal weapons
Not Everyone Can Be King
You say you'll never find fortune never have fame And you're getting too old for world acclaim If money fell from the sky but you know that's a lie What all tomorrows bring not everyone can be king As you are dreaming of the ocean waves Ther
Let Not Sorrow
I can write,but I can't take this pen and run Like freedom wants me too I can dream,but I can't be the one Who's dreams will come true I never was connected I've always been alone Hope has not been detected And the young days are all gone
inside my thoughts
This was a very confusing time for me, i had so many unanswered questions and distorted beliefs about life and myself. I was battling to sleep, crying all the time, it was a difficult time too, but thankfully, that has all gone away, as this was many years ago.
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
lonesome highway
I left her standing, at the side I guess she'll always wonder why standing at the side then she broke down and cried as I rode away, I clearly heard her say 'go ahead and break my heart I should have known it from the start take my heart awa
Tide In Tide Out/ Missed
My rewrite version of a " A Rivers Song by "William Randolph Hearst For those now missing in our lives, we are all a part of each other
LONELY
I have a friend by the name Lonely .Lonely is there when my day begins,And yes Lonely is there when it ends.You see Lonely understands me.Lonely knows when to wipe my tears,Lonely knows all my fears.When I think I'm up Lonely is there to bring me ba
Free Spirit
I have heard and seen all that i wish to hear. Wicked World.That is how i view the World today.