What a sad creature you are.
Stuck in your ways.
We don't know you well, but you think you know us.
What type of life have you lived that made you this way.
There are people out there that come from broken homes, tortured, and deprived of the necessities to live a healthy normal life and if they do end up escaping their very unfortunate situations they live, they love, although not exactly the same as their more fortunate peers, they live and love life.
And here you are, counting the negatives in your life,
most of which have been self-manifested,
here you are, forgetting to count your blessings; and even disguising some of your blessings with hate and sorrow.
Don't be sorry, change.
Don't be confused, think.
Think about it; what do you get out of chasing the same tail you have been chasing round in circles for all these years?
No, I am not saying you are a dog,
but what I am trying to say is: you are a human, so use the mental capacity that you have to really think about what you're doing, and what you have done; think, and change.
A penny dropped, a pebble thrown, life is full of mistakes,
but in a moment, a pondering moment, blessings they may come.
Live with love, forgive yourself, for all that you have done.
Let it go...
Let it go...
Everyday, every moment, you have been given a second chance at life, is this how you choose live it?
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
His lips told the stories of sleep & day-dreams.
Heavy on his tongue was a white lie.
Between the wink of his teeth was yet another.
And that is how she knows what truth tastes like.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I ask myself “who am I?",
I wait for a reply.
I hear my thoughts rambling,
I here myself say “Why?”
Why do I see myself as I do,
in fact, what do I actually see?
I realise after all this time, my thoughts have been taking over me.
If I step back and think about each time I have found myself in despair,
I never really realised, it was a thought that took me there.
Thinking makes us something,
it’s the one thing that sets us apart;
a thought leading to happiness,
or a broken heart.
What will your thoughts be today, knowing what you know?;
A single thought, leads to many others,
we reap what we sow.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
When the life you live is a lie,
could you ever look up to the sky
and apologize?
But you can't and you know why.
You speak as if you are better than all.
But how could you possibly stand tall
when you are only trying to maul
many people so they will fall?
I did not like meeting you in my light,
for you're making it as dark as night.
But maybe you believe it to be your right,
to act rudely and cruelly and fight.
Have you ever considered being nice?
I heard that it was good advice.
But hey, maybe you like your vice
and i'm watching it grow out of control like lice.
I don't like watching others endure your cruelty
for they do not deserve your foolery,
or was it your lunacy?
either way, stay away from my community.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Read my poems,
though read them right.
You can't just read them like
you are reading a book,
And think "this is not that good".
What is this?
These are words from my heart,
Don't underestimate.
The power contained in each word,
Sings a tune,
Read it like that,
Like a song,
that's the way it deserves to be read.
You then might feel what I feel
and appreciate each word
And let them touch your heart,
and truly understand what's being said.
Each word a journey of my hearts content,
Or its losses,
Some possibly written with tears dripping,
On the keyboard,
true emotions,
Deserve respect.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I miss you.
I remember the times you made me as happy as I could be,
then I miss you.
I remember the drive you gave me,
the motivation,
the edge,
and then I miss you.
I remember others trying to bring you down,
and the way you quickly got up again.
Or the times you fought through
the toughest moments in your life
with courage and determination.
You were truly an inspiration,
and I miss you.
The pain that you went through,
and yet you pushed through,
without an issue.
I miss you.
And now I'm down,
not getting any younger,
and feel miserable.
Where are you now,
When I really need you,
To see me through,
and be you.
I miss me,
I miss the strong,
fearless,
determined,
Me.
I miss the days I loved
who I used to see,
in my reflection,
without rejection,
I miss the me
who used to be.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
All those years ago we met,
I was a fool for you.
I cannot remember a day
that I didn't think of you.
You broke me,
shattered me into pieces,
my heart lost in you.
I kept loving you,
I kept needing you.
Every word I said,
you shut me down,
then pulled me in,
then threw me out.
I knew it was wrong,
though I kept coming back,
crawling back,
running back.
I remember the days,
I used to cry,
till my eyes were raw and red.
Now instead,
I wonder why,
and regret that we even met.
If only the me now,
could face the you then,
you would have been
the beggar.
If I could turn back time,
that's the way it would be,
and I'd be with you,
never.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
"We're friends" you said.
There when you need me,
Your not, when I need you.
That's life,
One big hypocrite.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
*Counting down the ashes that,
fall off my cigarette,
drinking my whisky,
wishing it was ***
I can't remember
the last day I met you,
all I can recall
is that we had fun.
You were just a stranger,
until we spent our days together,
you became-
just a friend,
just, everything.
Oh September,
you were my- whole November,
you were my- white December,
my christmas star.
And in February,
I enjoyed the days you gave me,
Then came June, July,
Just you and I.
A bundle of memories,
is all you left me with,
you were my sweet August
under the sun.
All the times we loved and kissed,
even throughout the months we missed,
Just know, my love,
you were the one.*
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
*Breathless on the thought of you
longing to be desired
trailing specs of emptiness
crowding my busy mind.
baskets of hope
left in a meadow full of weeds
there stands my sanctuary
in the midst of all I need.
painless stares shared
across a broken path
as tear drops drip
onto my broken heart.
breaking point not far away
whispers whisper thoughts of prey
drops of life fall away
dripping down my spine
all that I desire
you are my kryptonite.*
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC