Author: Unknown
Why do I make this feeling of depression,
Taking over my mind like the Recession?
Evading my mind, my body and my soul.
Why am I not the one in control?
Just like the bankers on Wall Street,
I just did not see it coming to retreat,
Or be more prepared for its effect.
Now I am its battered subject.
How do I control this feeling of oppression?
What is the first step of ascension?
From this pit of black helplessness I feel?
That others may not believe it real.
I am not at peace with my own mind today.
I sing, talk, act normal and even pray.
But I still haven't been able to find,
The illusion I have always called Peace of Mind.
I am left with just one conclusion;
About my armory of convincing illusion
Like almost everything in my reality to date
My pain it is just not enough to alleviate.
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
Dark like the thoughts that occupies my mind.
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Author: Unknown
September 11th 2001,Im sure like me youll agree
Will be known in hundreds of years to come, the saddest day in history.
It was on this day at 9am,in a land full of wealth and powers
A hijacked plane crashed into one of the worlds famous twin towers.
People stunned and shocked could not believe,what had just accured,
As news stations beamed live pictures,of this tragedy around the world.
An accident,was the initial thought,as time stood still like a stopwatch
But the truth quickly came to light,when a second plane, crashed into the second tower block.
Live pictures broadcasted across the world,the terror within the skies
Were soon to realise the full extent,at the cost of many innocent lives.
People running around in panic and shock,shaking,screaming crying shout
Whilst the hero rescue teams rushed in,to get these people out.
There stood these two great tower blocks,black smoke filling up the skies
People screaming out their windows,hoping someone would hear theyre cries.
But all the world could do was to watch and pray,as these giant buildings burn
And not far away,another tragedy,as the world soon came to learn.
A third plane had struck the pentagon,with devastating loss of lives
Someones son and someones daughter,peoples husbands,peoples wives.
And as the whole world thought things couldnt get worst,on this saddest day in history
A forth plane crashed down,into a field,killing everyone instantly.
Its thought the white house was its aim,if not for the passengers on this flight
Who we’re not prepared to sacrifice,their lives without a fight.
It is known these heroes gave their lives,but not in vain as first would seem
For now the world has promised to stamp out,the terrorist regime.
Back in New York as the towers burn,thousands of lives were still at stake,
As the world so silent,praying hard to god,for all these lives please do not take.
But sadly time could not hold out,as live pictures beamed the whole world round,
Our worst fears came true,as the south tower collapsed,and crumbled to the ground.
A once symbolic tower standing proud,on a once busy New York street,
Was in seconds flat, under clouds of dust,reduced to twisted metal and concrete.
Within minutes,the North tower,this was struck by the first plane,
It too caved in,crashing to the ground,unable to withstand the strain.
No words would ever describe to you, what I felt that day inside,
I stood still in shock, frozen to the spot, as tears built up in my eyes.
Although ten thousand miles away,my heart and thoughts were there that day,
I wish to god I couldve offered more,than just the words I had to pray.
Now eight year on,not a day goes by,without a thought or prayer recited,
And to know its now made half the world,even more strongly united.
The thoughts and prayers still bellow out,across Europe from sea to shore,
And the loved one missed,forever in our hearts,now and forever more.
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this shortly after 9/11 which i remember as clearly now as i did when it took place, This is my way of allowing these people's memories to live on, and let the world know that i for one... will never forget!
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Author: PAIN
follow me
Good luck has never been my friend
I've always been the fool
Please don't follow shadows of mine
'Cause the time is running out for me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood
No compass can steer my way
No light at the end of the tunnel
The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow
No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood
No compass can steer my way
No light at the end of the tunnel
The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow
No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
follow me
Good luck has never been my friend
I've always been the fool
Please don't follow shadows of mine
'Cause the time is running out for me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood
No compass can steer my way
No light at the end of the tunnel
The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow
No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood
No compass can steer my way
No light at the end of the tunnel
The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow
No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
Trouble seems to always wanna
Follow me
It has let me down so far so why don't you
Follow me
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
its not a poem its a song and its not done by me alltho it reminds me of me to well
its by a band called pain
look them up on youtube if you want its a great song
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