Sight
When i wrote this i was not in a good mood i was feeling very bad I felt alone and still do it was chilling
My Soul is Dead
My soul is falling down to your love Frozen thoughts push me toward the light Where am I going with you? Thinking of death has covered the mind I am alive with cold body in my coffin My tears are falling down for your pain I am dead with hot bo
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.
Those Lovely Things
Where are the things you cling to tonight? When candles birth shadows to darken your skin and your waiting for him To call To text To come by and rest his thoughts and worries on your smooth shoulders that hold boulders of your own self do
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
moon child
this is actualy the translation of a Spanish song done by mecano. the song was called hijo de la luna. meaning moon child in Spanish. though I gave a more better way of the actual happening during the song. this was the sweetest thing I could write, for that song, cause I wish it would have a better ending.
This world has nothing for me
Lying on an unmade bed wondering how I will ever make it Trying to find the strength to raise my head when it takes all I got to breathe in Still waiting on the rain to come and fall even though I know it won't wash it all away But I don't want
What now...
...
~Solace in the Bottle~
We we go sometimes when we hurt..
I'm really down..
listening to 1920's jazz and george harrison
Others
some days I feel as if I dont exsist. I talk to people and they just go on their way as if im not even there. I just feel as if im better dead at times.
my dilema
is it time to share my thoughts or should i keep it inside sitting in a dark room and i wonder why sitting in my room trying to decide what should i do for my life why is making these decisions take so long to decide on what to do with my
AM I ALONE
IM JUST ALONE WITH NO ONE TO TALK TO EXCEPT FOR THE VOICES IN MY HEAD I GET BORD WITH NO ONE AROUND.
tears in the rain 4
lost and damned im still fighting the pain sad world let me have my last happy breath again tears in the rain im still sad as loneliness flows through my soul tears in the rain so many times but im still sad today there's so many tears in the rain so
Unworthy
My poem is based on the fear of sadness and loneliness. I wrote this poem to state the feelings that every lonely person is feeling. My mood and feeling that day was (how can you say) sad and lonely. This poem is written in true feelings and i hope it inspires those who read it.
The Waiting Place…….for people just waiting.
. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just
~Last Breath~
Depression wraps its darkness around.. pulls on us and we see though a fog..
falling
she said goodbye too easily i guess it had been planned no reason given simply goodbye leaves you wondering why never felt that numb before as she watched me walk away goodbye to love alone again the music seemed to say falling in fal
unhappy housewives
thinking of women trapped in loveless marriages
~You Dont Know Me~
Confused minds...
just me
Just me i am complicated i am simple i am who i am just me i love deeply i hurt deeply i am who i am just me i have a mind you can't understand i have a body old and soft i have a soul that is lost without you i am who i am just me
i am alone
This was written for and about someone special who was in my life for a time
the suitcase
seriously hope do not waste your time again, your country lows do not allow you use gunfire against me
RON r.i.p 8.27.10.
today my friend died 8.27.10 RON r.i.p
midnight woman
midnight woman is that all you are ever spinning a thoroughfare midnight woman in the cold night air wanting love searching everywhere someone to need you someone to care midnight woman shes out there come the night shes not alone wake
HOLD ON TO LIFE
DONT LET GO DONT SURRENDER HOLD ON TO YOURSELF DARKNESS HOLDS FEARS NIGHTS UNCERTAINTY MORNINGS BRING LIGHT HOLD ON AND SEE NO MATTER HOW DARK REACH FOR A FRIEND ALWAYS SOMEONE WILL REACH OUT FOR YOU EVERYONE HAS
just sorry
im sorry my friend i hurt you i hope you will forgive me until that day ill still be here im sorry my friend more sorry then you ever know im sorry my friend just sorry
sad as night
im sad as night tired of my life i wish i could turn to you but you hate me so but friend i just cant let you go im sad as night tired of my life i just cant let you go im not even going to let you go
lovers torment
so you cheat me out of my dreams i loved you you was my destiny together forever that's what we should be happy again but the night brings pain you was talking to him again im sad as i ever been you was more then a friend im dying as i suffer through
Holding
As long as you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold the person down, so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might.
Help.
Its Black as dark as its ever been The tendrils are reaching out and touching Places I thought cleansed I fight and I fight but I'm only fighting myself I'm covered in bruises and scars I've created I'm sinking, sinking into the mire of cess.
Chimes
Sometimes hope flickers in the dawn wondering what the day will bring sometimes hope flickers in the night wondering will the shadows leave me in a valley there are giants closing in we feel circumstance danger or even disaster losin
My arms are empty
I was browsing through my old threads and came across this poem I wrote a couple of years ago, have only recently been made aware of this option on the site and just decided to post it. Its pretty self explanatory.
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...
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.
Written from the Despair of Anothers Sad Poem
I wrote this poem after reading a very sad poem another had written. It truly broke my heart, for I felt I could feel their pain and despair. Too often, we overlook each other and don't see the pain others are going through, and yet, if we look back, so many times we have been there ourselves. Sometimes, we just need to reach out a hand and let them know, you are not alone. I have and will sail this ship with you, if that's what it takes.
An Angel without Wings
Just another time in the past, when it seems we can be there for anyone else and all of their needs. But when we look at ourselves, we seem lost.
The Way of Peace
It's hard to find these days No time to walk, to meditate, to spend the hours to find... The blossoms are not on the trees. The water flows not from the streams It's so hard to find... Honor now, a fleeting dream. A dream from the past an