damien-randerfield
Hey guys! / / I like to write on this website as part of a way to release my emotions, and to relieve stress. / / In a sense, I'd also like to relate to the situations which others may find themselves in. The poems may resemble or describe these situations that I have gone through, and some may be cliché as much as I hate it. / / I hope ladies and gentlemen enjoy my work! / / -Damien
What would you rather?
That's a question we must ask ourselves.
Say for example,
Would I rather be lonely?
Or would I rather be forgotten by someone I'd never forget?
I guess life was never meant to be easy.
Unfortunately...
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
I just hope I can wake up from this nightmare, but then again, reality itself is terrifying...
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
"Wait... when will I ever see you again?"
"When the sun rises above the horizon for it's final pirouette of warmth, light, and happiness."
Those were the lasts words from her, right before she died as she was struck by an oncoming vehicle.
Now as I look out towards the horizon from the cliff edge, on this blissful summer morning, I think of those words.
Warmth trickles through my veins as the sun begins to peek above the line from which it hid under.
"I'll see you soon, sweetheart."
The words escaped my lips in a quiet blow, as the wind beneath me make me unable to speak.
My decent is soon to end, and my final destination, a splatter of trepidation, with a dabble of bitter sweetness. A smile carves across my face.
Her embrace, her love, her smile, will all be soon to come.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Helping others has it's ups, but then again....
Who's there to help you when you're in need?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
How do you know if today is going to be your last day?
How would you be remembered to those around you?
Live the days of your life like they're your last, because who knows what might happen.
Leave a positive impression on those around you, before the last wisp of air leaves you between between your purple lips.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
It's hard to write something with emotion,
when most of it was taken by the one you loved most.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
My eyes flicker from side to side,
concentrating on the fine crinkles within the walls.
The brightness begins to evaporate,
leaving me with an all but dark room.
My chest constricts, and my lungs fall short.
I'm left breathing short, staccato like.
This was what a panic attack felt like.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
As the arm strikes midnight,
the last of my sanity makes its final descent into oblivion.
Waking the desires of the hatter,
cemented to his crooked, yet fascinating chair.
His eyes gazed upon yours,
before letting out his playful, yet cynical laugh.
"Mhh hm hm hm hm!"
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Leave the paint to dry,
watch the surface slowly evaporate into its fine crinkles of artistic purpose.
When it's done, add the final dabble of colour.
engraving your love and emotion with it
Bliss.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The first time we met, your eyes glinted in the afternoon sunlight.
I pondered,
I adored,
I loved your shy personality.
Then when I got to know you more,
I was hooked.
Your lovingness, your care, your optimism,
had me thrown into pirouettes.
We laughed, we hugged.
We talked, we cried.
We shared our secrets and our lives together.
We were complete.
Until that one moment, when you pulled my heart strings too far,
and left me to throb in pain.
My heart aches as it harrowingly beats.
And tears roll down my flushed cheeks in rivulets.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC