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I started doing a bit of poetry. This is my first free-verse poem.
People don't truely know me.
I'm tired of this world, powerfully defeating my sorrows.
Maybe it's just you.
I laugh with everyone else, talk to everyone else.
But you, sir,
you're the one person that can make me cry.
You don't even realize it,
but the moment you speak, I practically die.
With you, I aint' got it good,
while the rest of the world is ready to forgive.
So I say goodbye.
Goodbye to all of the greif and ruefullness that you've given me.
Goodbye to your wrath.
I'm done with this,
all of it.
xEscape Velocity · Tue Feb 01, 2011 @ 03:00am · 0 Comments |
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I wrote this last night. It's just me messing around, but some of it relates to my life. Any feedback?
Sometimes I feel like running away. Like nothing about me matters, and the world is just an imaginary place of war. The battleships being, well, people. I wonder what it feels like to love, therefore all I've ever felt was hate. Why don't people just grow up and learn to love a person for who they were, truly, eternally inside? Is it possible? Why there are people who judge, I don't know. You couldn't possibly ask a person why they were so stupid and obscured, because, there really is no possible answer. The world is a cold place, and as soon as you get on your feet, you fall... Then again...maybe it doesn't matter. Out of the billions of people on planet Earth, there couldn't possibly be one person that doesn't care what you look like. It's the laughter, the smiles, the two hour long conversations, that's all that matters. I could be single my entire life, but have a million guy friends. What's the difference?...Oh yeah, that's right. Those boys have girlfriends, then wife's and children. And do you know that sad part about it? Those are my friends out there..my friends, they have lives, and I've barely lived yet. I don't want to do this anymore. The fact that I have to watch you love her...it kills me inside. I don't know how you feel about me, but I know its not the same way that I love you. I can't even look at you, your with my best friend, and you know what I get to do? Yeah; all i get to do is sit and watch you love her. I don't even think she knows. I smile, pretending everything's alright, but I know you see the heartbreak in my eyes. I'm just so sick of it, sick of whatever we "have." I want to let go...I just don't know if I can empty your space in my heart...<|3
xEscape Velocity · Sun Jan 30, 2011 @ 09:39pm · 0 Comments |
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