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adam-cummins
adam-cummins
Irish I'm a free spirited, open minded, skin colour blinded, spontaneous type of guy that's living halfway between reality and fantasy at all times.
As the Sky rises and the stars fade, time moves on, but i’m stuck inside, inside. Inside my soul, picking up the pieces, That I dropped along the way. I seek, I seek, For the missing peace, But I can’t find it, For it is you. Gut wrenching, heart pounding, time moves on, but i’m stuck in mind, in mind. In mind I live, I live in peace, In peace I love, In love I am. They ask me why, Why do i care, the answer i do not know. In happiness I grew, But i haven’t a clue, For it is you.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
You
If you could, you could, see me now, I’m walking streets of gold. If you could, you could, see me now, I’m standing tall and whole. If you could, you could, see me now. You know I’ve seen His face. If you could, you could, see me now You’d know the pains erased. You wouldn’t want to leave this place. Beyond the hold, the game is spaced. Big waste, skinny waist, never could be replaced. The shadows lift, dawn rises, Up, around, believe your eyes..is, Seeing what you want to see, Knowing what you wish to be. If only you could only see me now.
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
See me, Watch me, Miss me?
Its growing again, That feeling inside, the dark, vast, empty space, that is my heart. Frustration and anger swells once more, every time i think. Of you. Of how much hurt and pain you carry every day, but share it with so few. Weakness is not to let someone in, but rather; to not. Strength is freedom to unite. To share the burden you carry. There is always someone there to listen. And care. Care like no one has before. Open your eyes and see, that its there before you. Strength. Commitment. Trust. Love.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Political Correctness.
Why is it so hard, To not think of you? Just for a second of my day. A love untold, An ache so strong, You cast a shadow on my lung. I can't breathe knowing how Unrequited Your love Is for me. I guess I have to accept, That for you, It's not me. Yet still I kept In my heart, my desire, To hold onto you forever and ever. There comes a time when I have to say, Goodbye.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
The Affection
I stood there thinking, How it used to be, Back in the day, When we could be free. The good times and the dark, We're the same but for that spark, In your eye when you'd smile, Brightly and uniquely, Much like your sense of style. From fragile to strong you became, Or so you like to think. But I can see that deep inside, You're weak. Your vulnerability alongside Your fake smile and your Feigned positive attitude Is an innocent little boy, Crying out for help. Though it happened so hard and fast, I miss you more as we pass, Through time and space, Alone for now. Reunited again we shall somehow Be strong together at long last. Old times can become new, If only you knew how To accept yourself, For who you are, Much stronger you'd become. Finally I'd like to say, Despite the past, I'd like to fray. Our cherished bond will remain for life, Through inevitable strife, That will occur because of fate, I just have to say, I will always be here for you. Even though it kills me.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Its About You
The fear I feel, Is more than real, A language oh so old. Whether tis nobler to do so, Or to know so, The actions. The workload. The stress. It's not just the midsummer nights dream, That I wish would lay to rest, But the process which I fear. An expectation oh so high, It feels like Everest to climb. The challenge academics face, Is not that great at all. But to me I see, The fear to be, what little time I have. To learn the lines, get dolled up to the nines Step out and say to ye, Is it for me? To be or not to be.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Alas, Thy Nature.
I wake up, To my surprise, I still breathe. Truly a stump, That I did not die. For when I sleep, I am short of breath. A slumber so deep, It is a brush with death. Swept into its void, Begging me to never awake. To never return to my world destroyed, And be left forsook. Here I am lifted from the fog, That is my sorrow. An ever growing clog, Filled with the constant echo. Of my dying soul, Penetrated by the ammunition. Of the demons in the hellhole, That is my reality now broken. Shattered into glass, That impales my skin. A great agony nothing can surpass. The blood runs through my pen, As I write my impending doom, If only my eyes could be sewn shut, So I may no longer awake to this gloom. And be forever wrapped in this net, Where I may be set free, No longer a prisoner of wretched deeds.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
The Impending Gloom
I sit here in silence, Wondering only what could be, There over there, Staring back at me. Those eyes appear, Dark brown maybe? Full of judgement & despair. A plea so loud, I care not to hear. For when I do, My stomach lurches, My heart beats faster. Distaste fills my mouth. "Dinners ready" she calls. It's time to start the lies. "I'm coming" I reply, "I'm starving" I lie. As I walk away, The eyes follow too, A reflection so clear, A self rejection so strong. The struggle becomes real.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
The Struggle
It's morning, I wake. To my shock, it's all the same. The scenery. The air. The silence. Without hesitation, I continue the ritual, The manufactured production line of life. I pass you by, the love I see. Everyday I pray to be, Your one and only in trust, But before that we must. Build bridges o'er the system, The malfunction is just too much. Create an identity and own our own privacy. We cherish most what we desire, Acknowledged just by the friar. Sacred matrimony, bond, connection. I pass you by the love I see, What more can I hope to be? Than your one and only.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
Preoccupied Oversight