no strength to fight.
life is changing beyond my control and i am walking in a cloud of fog.. I'm so far gone and there's no way out.. Why I am so confused? who made me this way? will I ever know?
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?
Epitaph to Love.
This but a futile to express grief, there are many amonst you who can pen better.
Thinkin and Drinkin
We all have our problems and ways of coping...
I Traverse The Path
I traverse the path, groping in darkness, In search of salvation; I lose my way now and then; My head bumps against the stony walls; I return to the prison Where all sense is lost. I want sunlight and the open sky, I want the touch of affect
Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
Lady,weeping at the crossroads Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds And the hawk on his glove? Bribe the birds then on the branches Bribe them to be dumb Stare the hot sun out of heaven That the night may come Star
Winter in my heart...
Just realised winter is just around the corner... It reminded me of those cold nights... especially when I was at my lowest....I tried to put it down to paper and I came up with this...
The barren streets of indifference
indifference is the boundary of our limits
...Moving on..
Poems about change and for the better facing your demons issues and making changes and moving on. I found refuge on here and appreciate everyone here.
If I could...I would
the Media's effects on self esteem and body image...of both young and old...
Home sweet home
In the night time he sleeps with lights on in daylight he sits in the shadow he spends most of his day wishing he was no longer living alone. In the morning he goes downstair's with care just as he does when he goes on back up not because hes
Flight
I lived in a country house some years ago and we had house martins nesting. I could hear the chicks every morning first thing, a lovely sound to wake up to. One morning I went outside and found two of the young had been thrown from the nest, obviously too mant young to feed so the weakest got thrown. I just imagined if the birds were told to jump off, how they would feel. This poem was the result.
Faith
10/05/2014
Whats wrong with men
Got so many questions asking what was wrong with Men I had to create this one to balance it out. Are you ready for some Dark Poetry?
So you want to ignore me
Well baby I can't tell you to many times, I'm a sensitive man look and see what you find. Ignore your baby. Don't touch your pet. Talk to me not. See what you get. I am so sorry but its the name of the game. If you so hurt me, expect t
The first war
Its about the war in Heaven.Its told by one of the Archangels,I will let each viewer to decide who that is.The loss regret and futility of it all from an angels perspective.
Lines for Greta.
An Epitaph, what more does one need to say.
Your Eyes Go Sad
Your eyes go sad.You'er not Listening to what I say. They doze,dream,fade out. Not listening.I talk away. I tell what I've told,out of listless Sadness,so often before... I think you never listened, So you'er away you are. All of a sudden
MOVING AWAY
Sending butterfly kisses up up high in the sky !
Trust
Most people leave us because they don't think were good enough for them. Most people choose to remain with us because they believe we're worth it. That alone should be enough indication as to where our trust and loyalty should belong. Because it's a tad painful when the ones we love keeps allowing those who chose to leave them mar our present.
Missing you
Just a thought
YOU
Cheater cheater pumpkin eater!!
Virtue-less Souls
What a sad song she sang, her eyes conveyed the pain, Her voice rang out passionately & tears filled her emerald green eyes. I sensed her misery; & similar memories of my own permeating through my mind. She swayed her body from side to s
Spirit of my Heart
Again the spectres of my past surface aiming to disrupt the harmony I now long for. So tired of being hunted, blamed, accused, I am me I cannot be anything else I have opened up my past for all to see in my Life Parts 1 & 2, the ones who hunt and cajole hide behind false photographs do you not Dennis243 and all the others..such insecurity and jealous bitterness lives in you.
Tired
I'm tired of pretending to be happy When inside I'm feeling crappy I'm tired of pretending to be glad When inside I'm feeling sad I'm tired of feeling bad When there's nothing to be had I'm tired of crying Without even trying I'm tired of
Joe The Old Man
He was tired and they called him an old man He moved slow and one day I heard someone call him Joe They only knew him as Joe the old man Down by the beach,his footsteps weak as he walked through the sand And when seagulls would fly,no one could
Entangled in self
Tribute to friend - lost in blindness of judgmental views. The one who has to be born already exist in the world of our own image in the mirror and we kill him slowly with loads of accumulated baggages of past cataclysm's that we need to free ourselves from if we want to be re-born again as new man. To keep healthy balance of thoughts it's best not to take ourselves too seriously...and laugh as much we can when getting dirty in life mud. Also thank you to Poetnumber1 for generous given comfort with much appreciated wisdom. Thank you all for taking time in reading.
A Time in my life ( not a poem)
Goodbye for now until we meet again my friends...hopefully in a few months!
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
Ode on Melancholy
No,no,go not to Lethe,neither twist Wolf's-bane,tight-rooted,for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade,ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle,nor the death-moth be
Pills Pills
A chemical imbalance or am I just unbalanced either way the pills are here to stay!! It's either laugh ,cry or die I chose to laugh
SHE
These eyes will dance again and the frown iits just an upside down smile
Each of us is Captain
Thank you for taking time in reading.
Lost and hopeless
When I wrote this poem I was in a very dark place mentally I was lost hence the title
The night of the knives
This was the day the power of evil took hold of my soul for a moment. My children were taken away from me by my ex. I was driven to a point of doing anything. Alas through the gracious and holy I survived the moment.
Gentle Summer Rain Art
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain before the time they met - her steps commence. She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, her love turned t
He'll Never Know
I want to run, I want to hide. From all the pain he caused inside. I want to scream, I want to cry. Why can't I tell him Goodbye? I want to move on, I just can't let go. I love him more than he will ever know. I want to start over, I want to
Tuesday's Tears
Just an emotional Tuesday!
The Girl I Used To Be
Among the cluttered archives of my pondering Lie the memories of a girl who I used to be, My eyes alight, Radiant as the sun, But my figure grows dim, With every breath that's drawn. The inquiring mind's question lie eternally quiet My heart
Stop!
I overheard a horrible conversation today, which brought tears to my eyes and a little scene in the store. I had to pen my anger at how hurtful and uncaring people can be toward other human beings because they are "different"...it makes my blood boil and my heart ache!
Silence
Thank you to fellow poet Oddete to inspire me in writing of different verse in meaning of Silence.
Time
Time o time! please change cant see you going like the same. Time o time! please dont change take me to the end like the same.