connor-lee
American
I don't consider anything I write poetry, they're not good enough for that. Most of the things that I will be posting here will be lyrics I have written that I wish to make into songs. I am an aspiring songwriter. I've decided to post my work here so I can receive feedback and helpful critique from others. I find poetry very interesting and wish to more properly understand it. Songwriting has gotten me through a lot of tough times and I probably wouldn't be able to cope with reality if it weren't for it.
Stuck in a coma
Lived and died in my sleep
The gasps of fear
The only time I could breathe
Born Siamese
But I killed the other half
Left out all alone
So I made my own path
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
I am the image of a life i've never wanted to live
Stuck in-between two bodies
Not a man or a kid
My mind flows fast like the blood from a split wrist
I have no gift
I'm running from my own hitlist
The clock blinks faster but the time won't change
I'm hardwired to a life that I can't rearrange
Rewrite these codes that have kept me restrained
So I can find the red wire to cut loose in my brain
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
Windows boarded shut
Never getting out
Confined by chains and thought
Bound by my own will
My lungs have given out
From what I can not say
Not from yelling out
But from holding back
Constrict my every thought
Subside over me
I hold myself captive
I cannot be free
Always holding back
Never getting out
Always on my own
Never getting out
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC
Choking on the words
That I can't even say
I want to ******* end it all
With the start of every day
**** myself every morning
Just to wake up every night
I'm a kid who lives asleep
Losing this uphill fight
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
Why am I reduced to numbers
Why do marks decide my fate
Why do I spend every ******* day
Afraid to clean the slate
Why do I feel so degraded
Why do I feel so alone
Why do all my peers close off their minds
and feed this mindless drone
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
Foreign path
I can't turn back
Herded like cattle
I am forced on
Life of exile
Must resist
A life that bleeds me till I'm dry
Pushed too far
I write the lines
That I'll never understand
How can one
Accept this anguish
Death and life now hand in hand
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC
I'll burn in hell
It'll be just fine
Taking turns
To pass the time
Throwing darts
At a dead gods face
I've learned better
Than to live by a faith
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:27 PM UTC
Tired of being pressured in
The hate fills in can't get it out
I wage these wars inside my head
Walking numb my feelings dead
Salt the wound that brings you pain
Until the sickness drives you thin
End this world that holds me captive
I feel trapped inside my skin
End it all
Before it ends you
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
It comes down
Pull up the legs I stand upon
Realities grip is wearing thin
The bitter cold won't seal the wound
I need to leave this space I'm in
Drive the hammer to my head
I'll be too numb to feel the blow
Anger grips me like a vice
It comes down just like the snow
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 1:19 PM UTC
What is this that fills my head?
This drone and ominous hiss
Of static and angst
In rhythmic time to an orchestra
Of self pity and machine pistons
As my brain ***** and absorbs
But remembers little
Scared for an unpromising future
Angry at the past
Complacency sets in
Around the force that absorbs me
And always will
What is this space that contains me?
Not a physical draw
Involuntary
Pulling my every cell that portrays my being
Ripping, One by one
I am contained between these spaces
Trapped
This blank, faceless silence
So little shown
So much said
With each pause
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC