Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,688)

I feel like a invisable man.
Trying to be seen and trying to be noticed all I can.
The people that I would want to talk to, and my questions without
any reply. How I wish I could be heard and still I wonder why.
Oh the pictures I haven taken that I have yet to share.
Because there is no one to share them and feels like nobody cares.
Oh I must be invisble I guess, Because there is nothing and nobody that sees the unhappiness.
Maybe a magic light will expose the being that is me.
To show off some brillants that they would finally see.
Wishing to be seen and wishing to be heard.
That I too was once here and maybe they would see my words.
Yet maybe this is a dream or possibly a prayer. To finaly have a connection to some one to know I was here.

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
My thought of you not being here
Damn pillow

Once bouyant and alive, now deep down, down! A sad state derived, you feel mentally bound. Life was a utopia, now ha! no appeal. It's like a coma; alive without life's feel! Now the dead laughs; the grave now surreal. Their troubles now passed, you a derelict being! Everything thrown at you, yes, all at once. Up-moments are few, alive without the substance. Lashing-out gives little relief; tantrums escalates the depressed! Depression the emotional thief, it leave you upset. People things and places, all play a part; often neither leaves traces, treatment, where to start? Depression oh! it hurts; a soul in torment. A head ready to burst, depression is hell-bent!

The road is long and bright
Thirsty, lonely, tired
I want to stop
I wonder if I selected a wrong direction


When I look back
I am surprised about the scene on the road I came
Full of honesty,believe,kind,brave....

I know the heart of persuing dream
will never stop
And all the processes
will be all kinds of wonderful fruits

Shining brilliant colors flashing before my eyes.
The calm the peace the feeling of belonging.
Numbness like a blast of cold air against skin.
Longing like the howling of the mighty winds.
A vacancy that never can be occupied.
Little lies you would like to believe.
Hoping the pain can be relieved.
Remove the world from your hand.
Back in the box close the top
For a moments pleasure small price to pay.
Shiny diamond a memory of a wedding day.

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waves always dying in the sand,
one other coming and vanishing..
low tide,sweeping away,
hopes and happiness..
love and death,
at the end of the path,
meeting up..
waves have no memories,
waves have no compassion..
are we,only,
this bitter drop,
among tears,
dressing the ocean?

I made a mess of me.
Its made me harder,
Not smarter.
My life filled with
Ups and downs.
I made a mess of me.
Let truth walk away.
Run away so good at that.
I know what I should do.
But I guess
I like the chaos
within me... not!
Oh GOD!
I made a mess of me.
Will I, can I,
change the mess my lifes in?

Copyright 2011 John Yona.

So when do I find what I'am looking for
caught in a haze of promises, can't feel what's real or not
Promise me anything, and thats a lie
Don't even know what it is I want
So why should I even try


It's all so misplaced
How long will it take
When the dreams are all gone
How long till you wake

Don't know how I came to this
Just try n' figure out what to do
my hunt and search for greed
you think that I am lost
In a state of mind games, it seems like a check mate
None of us will win
And don't think that I can't wait


It's all so misplaced
How long will it take
When my dreams are all gone
How long till I wake

Bridge XA! It's all so misplaced


It's all so misplaced
How long will it take
When my dreams are all gone
How long till I wake

How long till you wake

Falling to darkness
Where the sky turns red.
It turns into stark features.
Letting you wish you would live.
You wish you would live.

They're alive, die as I space you. That's where I seize the spell.
The devil loves the pain. Encircle victims, breath the pain.
Buried fears, weak the soul. No more to you, now you're set in stone.
Bowing at your feeds and thoughts. Cold winter freezing
solid, with your fights falling when. He hears voices say," Tall toys gone."
Fell aside with heaps of fear. Dreaded calls springs in year. One attacks
himself from them. Feel your own spirit, a spirit say Say, "Timeout in your
life." What's wrong? You're wrong. We're set in stone.

Because life isn't fair.
Because the chance abound there.
Inside, souls are searching for.
Outside, the pain can't be ignored.

All around lives are the cost.
The fight is yours, terrorized cities lost.
Your world, with permanent thoughts of hate.
With their rights, die.

behind the wheel
loss of mind
can not see the lines
bright lights white eyes
felt a bump
waking up laying down
with a straw in your mouth
hey don't stop
want some more beer
pour it in the straw
aprons on
whats going on
bright lights
where am I
you were in a wreck
don't you know
saw white eyes
felt a bump
that's all I know
left a party
got behind the wheel
hit a car
now your legs are gone
and
that poor little girl
you just
killed