simon-fletcher
English
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Simon-Fletcher/142085089190941 / There is my fan page if you like my poetry. / / Hi, my name is Simon, I chose to write poetry when I was about thirteen years old, and, it's funny because two years ago, I couldn't write anything, but now I'm flying through things, I like to devote as much time to my poetry as possible, even though I might not come back for a week or two, enjoy some poetry, I won't say I'm the best and I won't say I'm horrible.
I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart
I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion
Unfortunate life.
I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
I'm free! I'm free!
I'm free from all the abused which surrounded me
I'm free...
There's a sunset at the horizon, I can see...
I now know nothing is wrong with me
Because I'm free! I'm free!
There's children playing outside
There is a happiness I can no longer hide
And all the feelings that hid inside
They're free, they're free...
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
I used to love you
But now the feeling has changed
I used to kiss you
But now you just turn away
I used to **** you
But we're far away now
I used to hold you
But you're not close anymore
I used to hug you
But I don't love you anymore
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
Jesse, don't go insane and end up killing yourself someday
You don't know how much I'd love to become an uncle one day
Jesse, don't smoke crack or become an hollow airhead one day
Or you will end up begging for cash on Queen West someday
Jesse, don't get stressed from school in the winter
Or else your moods and your thoughts will
turn rotten and bitter
Jesse, only fall in love with a woman you can trust
Or else some **** could rip your heart in shreds
Jesse, don't end up ******* with the wrong person
You could end up stabbed, you could end up dead...
Jesse, forgive me if I am making this too awkward for you
Sometimes I am encouraged by some of the things you do
Jesse, sometimes I am saddened with the way things are
But I know if I want to go to someone, you are never far
Jesse, I know we don't talk often
But thank you for being my brother
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 6:17 AM UTC
I guess I'm okay, even after you said all the things
That you had to say
I guess I'm okay, even after you refused to stay...
My heart is broken after what you did
But I guess I'm okay.
The suicidal thoughts remain to stay, won't come back another day
I'm battered and bloodied and scarred, but I suppose I'm okay.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC
I guess you just got a broken heart
I guess you just got a broken heart
Even when you deny it all at the start
I guess you just have a broken heart
When the skies grow dim and your girl has left you
And you wallow in your sadness and there is
simply nothing you can do
You rely on me, but what am I to do?
When you won't even let me get through to you?
I guess you just got a broken heart
I guess you just have a broken heart
That stupid miserable **** just had to hurt you
And now you cry to me because that's all you can do...
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody knows you like I do
The birds sing their faintest lullabies
Whenever the orphans begin to cry
The words you say have scared me to death
And knocked me out until there was no life left
The sonnets are now fresh and warm...
While the sun seeps through the clouds
The ending of the prolonged thunderstorm
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 6:07 AM UTC
I'm so in love, my heart has darkened
I've finally found what I've been looking for
And now it's her I truly love and adore
I'm glad I've found you
You're so adorable...
I'm so happy, my heart is finally happy and beating
I'm so glad it's the love of my life I'm meeting
I am filled with such joy, I feel so young
You will never know the songs that
The birds have screamed and sung
Outside the windows of my heart...
Oh my, I've been listening to Radiohead again
I cannot wait until you come to my apartment
And then we can go to bed again
I see everything in a pinkish-red hue
I thought it would never happen
But I am so dearly in love with you
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
There is someone living inside of me
They are my darkest peril
And they are trying to destroy me
I wake up from my dreams, and it's pitch black
It's darkness, that I can truly see
It is a reflection of who I can be
But I sit up, and look into the distance
Realizing that there was nothing I missed
In the real world, not anyone or anything
Not the bluebirds outside my window that sing
Nothing.
I hate myself, I want to **** myself, I wish I was dead
Depression and anxiety make me sick in my head
I don't think the real me exists anymore
I think something has taken over me
And my thoughts are not as happy anymore
Everybody run, Simon's got a gun
I'm always wondering why I am here
Always having no one isn't fun
I don't know what my purposes are
For being here, either I've yet to find out
Or my purposes are nonexistent
I'm merely a slave to society
And I'm here to breed and that's all
And kiss women in the rain at Fall
I'm not what you really need
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:26 AM UTC
Sometimes I cradle myself, but I can feel myself lurching and stumbling towards a new decade.
Sometimes, I tell myself not to join them, but I can see myself falling victim to their charades
Sometimes, I hurt myself, but I always end up healing
Sometimes, I hide myself, but I always end up needing
Sometimes, I lie to myself, but I always end up apologizing
Sometimes, I fall in love, but I always end up realizing
That the one I deeply love has always been lying
And then I'm the one who always ends up crying
Sometimes, I stand still and shut my mouth, but yet here I am still trying
Sometimes, I starve myself, but I can always feel myself rotting and dying
Sometimes, I can see children playing alone in parks
And worrying their mothers by staying out at dark
Sometimes, I call out to the distant and faint figures
But in the end, I'm always shouting to a mirror
Sometimes, I can feel myself drifting away
Sometimes, I have nothing better to say
Sometimes, I think it's better that way
Sometimes, I think it'd be better if I went away
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC