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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 4:18 pm
I finally came across a few of the poems I've made, so I figured "what the heck, why not post 'em?" Here's one...
Memories
The sun is up,
spirits are downed,
another friend is in the ground
Spring comes
Autumn goes
everybody has their lows
Now just a memory
fading from our minds
of the loved ones we leave behind
All the sorrow
all the pain
is there really any gain?
The memories we bear
The good, the bad
all we share
They help us hold on,
Hold on,
To those who are gone
If I can find any others, I'll probably post them...
sweatdrop Sorry, not all of them are named..
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:00 am
I cry in the rain,
so no one can see
what really happens
when I let the pain flow free
This pain...
it eats at me
tears at me
ultimately, it ruins me
But there's nothing I can say
to make the pain
go away.
You say you want to help
I say it's just a lie.
You don't want my tears.
You'd rather see me die.
So here I sit,
back to the wall,
knees to my chest,
looking up to the clouds
watching the angels cry.
Inside, I feel something continue to die
And as these tears slide away,
I realize that it was all a lie.
You never cared.
You never wanted my company.
You couldn't care less what happens to me!
Everyone walks by.
Not a single soul bothering to care.
Then you walk by.
Pretending I'm not here
Just like how it always was.
How stupid I was!
To think you really cared!
I just hope you get what you deserve.
Oh, you actually are talking to me?
What, didn't see me suffer enough?
Well karma can be an amazing friend.
So you have been warned.
As you walk away,
I look to the sky again,
close my eyes,
and let the tears merge
then slip away forever
never to fall again.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:06 am
I can see it,
but it's so far away
no one knows what's in it
no one can even begin to say
but who knows...
maybe some day,
I'll look back and see
what I thought was the real me.
Looking back,
I see all the times you made me cry
and it makes me wonder...
How did I ever believe such lies?
The future holds many secrets,
deep within it's grasp
but looking back,
back at the past...
Slowly...
One by one...
It's mysteries begin to clear
Surfacing from the murky waters.
The distant future,
it becomes clearer,
or is it simply getting nearer?
All these unanswered questions
all these hopes
all these dreams
everything that remains to be seen
Slowly,
as the future draws near
present becomes past...
But the past..
well, it's still the past
Nothing can change this
Nothing can alter what Fate,
and Destiny have in mind.
this I have learned,
I learned it well
so now,
now I shall tell
but the tale,
it has already been told
Where?
where else, than the stories of old.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:09 am
How can I say goodbye,
when that will just make us cry
These tears fall too easy
it's best not to provoke them
It's hard for me to stop them,
too easy to lose them
They never come when I need them,
Just when I don't
They slide down my face,
they drip away
They fall to the ground,
where they will forever remain
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:12 am
These emotions,
they drown me
They engulf me,
they drag me down
Each come in their due time,
almost like a dance
My sorrow is as deep as an ocean
anger burns like a white flame
Love swirls around me,
almost like a misty fog
Jealousy flickers every now and again,
as sharp and powerful as a bolt of lightning
There are so many more,
too many to list
Before they overwhelm me,
I must learn to resist
But it is in vain
for these emotions shall be missed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:21 am
These tears
They fall like rain
making a stream
slithering to the rivers
finding their way home
into the oceans
where they merge
two drops into one
like love and pain,
they're one and the same
all they lead to...
is hurt and confusion.
noting can save me
once they blend
all that's left for me
is death and despair
To think..
this is how it all started
and how it will all end.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:24 am
How will it all end?
Fist by my head
with a gun clenched
Cocking the loaded gun,
I say a last prayer
One simple tug,
and it would all end.
Or will my hand be clenched,
with a blade in it's grasp?
It doesn't take much
to make it all disappear
no one knows what this feels like,
this pain,
If no one knows,
how can they begin to understand?
There are so many ways to leave
but how can one know,
what way they will go?
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