she was
something i had written a long time ago
“DEATH CAMP”
Stuck in a place; Without my own space. Yet I’m all alone; Just skin and bones. So weak- And so bleak. Praying everyday; That we would be saved. Kept in this horrible camp; Being cramped; With so many people like me; How could this be? Ho
Funny To See You Again.
Ignorance on a smart kick, telling the the ignorant but they seem to get pissed. Hate to be the one to sit back and just watch, but have doing so I'm feeling a new touch. Is karma breathing is it alive!!!???? If karma isn't responding then s
The Awakening
Not one of my best, but it gets the job done. Venting thoughts.
Lover
LOVER Oh lover of mine where can you be? When I wake in the mornings and kiss your face you have a huge smile because your are with me. Oh lover of mine where can you be? When I call you from work you respond with glee. Oh lover of mine where ca
The masks we wear
The very dark side of myself.
Pillow Fright
I turned grasping my pillow holding it close There is no feeling coming back from it No warmth, no strength, no breath, and no heartbeat I wanted it to be you and as I woke the thought of you brought tears My heart sank as the sadness clouded
WHAT WAS NEVER THERE !
THIS IS ME, ALL ME. EXACTLY HOW I FEEL ALL THE TIME.
Fade away
lonely boy
I Don't Want to Play Anyore
One of those times in life, when it seems that I could help anyone who crossed my path, but could find no answers for myself. Looking back, it's another life lesson, because I have gone on, grown and learned since this point. I guess, it's mostly the feeling and frustration when we can't find answers for ourselves, but must trust, that the answers will come. It makes it no easier, but then again, who said life was easy...
if i had one...
a lonely moment in time brought it to mind and well it had to be written for my own pleasure thanks all have nice day
tears
my broken will
The unstable
Betrayals, lies, back-stabbed and stripped of pride..situations with no cause of action yet I'm stuck focusing on why..allow me to try closing my eyes in hope of sleep...lost in slumber thoughts too deep...this void we call a soul...always open never
I Am Dead Inside My Sorrow
I see the fire. I am the flames. I am hurting. Within the inside. Next to which rests with the dead. I do not linger. Even to point one finger. I swallowed my pain. I am the nail in the cross. I take. I break. For y
The wish
The feeling Familiar Our life Part of us This can’t be Break free A man I am, inner me Ultimately foresee In him I seek closure from tyranny Louder than before Standing tall no more Words fall Hear whisper call
Where
Where shall I go How will I know Where is the place I'm alive Where do I roam Where is my home When will I arrive Where are my friends Where does the music blend Where are the tears that let me know I can cry Where is destiny without
A BROKEN MAN
A MAN GIVES HIS HEART TO THE ONLY ONE A MAN GIVES HIS SOUL TO THE THAT ONE A MAN GIVED HIS LOVE JUST TO ONE AND AT THE END IT IS RETURNED WITHOUT THE CARE THAT IT WAS GIVEN
"Understanding"
Accuse the right of being wrong Time possess all that I try to embrace Overcoming a natural fear is something I must face Time is not a friend to me Nor could I call it foe unraveling from being self bound I'm as close to myself as the condensa
No Title
As I lay in bed You stuck in my head Cant stop thinking of you An all the things we use to do I smile I cry I sit here an lye I say im fine But some times I just wanna die Its so hard to believe That you really had to leave I think of you e
No One
No one to talk too but a lot on my mind And if you are reading this You may find it a waste of time For I'm known as no one and there's a reason why But no one ever wants to tell me No they just pass me by Average must be a secret word tha
The Search
Feeling very empty because I'm lonely
Cold Dark World
I feel cold, and lonely. No longer fully here,
The night the bard of Stratford died
toying with a rhyme scheme
Random Thoughts
Not sure
letting go
it was a small felling i had in myself when i was in a sad stage of my lofe.
What a boring day!
What a boring day today Running nose Often sneeze Hateful cough Boring arguement What a boring day I couldn't breath I couldn't see I couldn't hear What a boring day I wanted to sleep forever Till the day When the room is full of r
Shadow in the Window
This poem is true I have had some of it changed it has been recorded and now is a song
Tears
Tears stream down her face, she is lonely, she wants who she can't have, she understands why, he is harmful, not only to himself...but to her and her future as well, tears stream down her face, she loves a man, that will only bring her tears.
The Cost
I wrote this in approx 2min on very little sleep it was just bouncing around in my brain.
Crazy Things
WELL HONESTLY...I HAD DONE SOMETHING CRAZY AND WAS PAYING THE CONSEQUENCE AND WAS REALIZING WHAT HAPPENED. IT SEEM LIKE EVERYTHING WAS GOING WRONG. SO I WAS FRUSTRATED AND DISHEARTED AND WROTE THIS. I HAVE MANY MANY MORE
foolish
foolish girl go ahead walk away you make that mistake foolish friend lose me if you must ill be waiting for your return foolish child your not young anymore foolish wife don't ever cry for i will never hit you foolish man i am to let you go just so f
Uttered Alone.
Not Utterly Alone. Not Even Alone. Maybe With Someone. Utter Alone. Alone In The Now. Alone In The Past. Alone In The Future Which May Never Come Too Pass.... These Words Are Now. They Are Past And They Are The Future. Uttered By One Person. Uttered
Loneliness Crowds All Places
This Poem came to me while walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans. You can actually see loneliness in the faces of People. So very Hi to the next Person you see with that lost Lonely look in their Eyes.
Pain
When will this pain stop, my dear heart, when will this night end ? I had heard she was to come, the day will break ! When will this life have life when will this tear become a pearl when these misty eyes will be happy when will the spring com
MY WORDS
MY HEART VOICE
Questioning
Questioning ones own actions on past events some of us blame themselves and yet the answer might lay elsewhere.
morning is broken
struggling
I Don't Know Where I Am
The river is winding round round The river is winding round round The world is spinning round round And I don't know where I am The river is looking dirty now The river is looking dirty now The world is looking dirty now And I don't know whe
Under the Rainbow
Written before one Christmas. A dark time of soul searching. Finding out where I was at the time,not yet finding out who I was. I found many feel this same way, it's sad, but a life lesson. A place where we can not dwell on ourselves, but all too often, the feeling is real.