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  Jan 2015 BeAutiFul ConFuSion
Eudora
That I know..

You are very much hurting everyday
You feel like you just can't get away
Tears of blood cloud in your eyes till you can't see
Hurting and hurting longing to be free

Tears congregate and form into a puddle
Silently you are masking the pain, the struggle
All these while you are suffering in silence
Quietly resisting the emotional violence

You lift your eyes, but dimmed with grief
Your sorrow lends but only weak relief
You die everyday, you are wearied
It's like you're dressed at the funeral of regret, not yet buried

The stabbing pain you don't wish to bare
Nothing could make you feel better even if you share
You are gathering the strength you have in your soul
To beat the drums, feed the fire with coal

You are dipping your pain in inkwell heart
And scrawling out what you are feeling
Those words becoming the tourniquet
You don't know when your heart will stop bleeding
How do I tell you..that I know..
Dedicated to all the all the bleeding hearts out there..
Have you ever?
Have you ever tried to fly?
Above the clouds so high
Over the treetops and clear into the sky
soaring and living your life
so wild and free
free as a bird
yea ive tried to be
so free yet so frail
yet they've got what it takes to go forth and sail
so high an liberated from things that normally would
bar me d
                 o
                     w
                          n   to the
ground bones as lead filled
with the acidic anxiety that i let
plague and beguile me
these magnificent creatures are smarter than we
they're so hollow so happy so in jeopardy
of something to break them apart
to plummet back
down
to me
but they're still up there
looming over me
watching
my
catastrophe
Sorta a spin off of another poem. So many stories from the first few lines. A branch off. A poem tree.
I'm trying to write
again and again
Trying and feeling
I grab my pen and
draw my lifeblood as ink
From my heart and wrists
as I brand the page with what im feeling,
So strong so raw,
So bare so queer,
But hey,
Better there then here
(in me...
Ive tried to soar free as a bird,
Free of my cares,
(these scars)
My emotional wares,
Yet I've failed each time
Its not my fault though
You have to believe me its not
Im not the one to drag me down with these acidic anxieties
that fill me up and burn me out,
Your the one that makes me this way
hollowed out and broken,
Whats left to say?
Is that im here and I'm used
broken and thrown away,
"you must pay"
they said each time
as if for a crime I've (never) committed
a wrong that I have (never) done
Call me a liar,
but I think their wrong
I think they're out to get me
I think that I'm their chew toy
the one no matter how bruised and broken
seems as though it can go another round
In this maelstrom of hate bitterness and plagueful actions
I know I'm crazy for saying this but,
I know its not my fault its not.
right?
(it can't be...
You drive in your fists of hate,
You kick me and beat me and spit in my face,
These countless times have weathered away
All that I was but your going to pay,
For what I've become
This shell of a man
This hole of a soul
This pointless existence
To which your demise is my goal
As I advance and drive in my blade
your eyes grow wide as your hearts cut away
"Why" you ask as you crumble to dust
"Because" I say,
"You've made me this way"
  Jan 2015 BeAutiFul ConFuSion
Tryst
I cannot truly mourn or miss you
What do I know of you, or you of me?
We strangers never met and never will

I know you as I know the morning dew,
Sun-kissed to rise and fall into the sea
And deftly tossed till lost among the swill

Aye I know the sea and morning dew
But still I don't know you

I know you like the albatross that flew
Above the sea, soaring majestically
It flew away, some purpose to fulfil

Aye I know the albatross that flew
But still I don't know you

I know you like the mother's heart that knew
Her loving child was just a memory,
Too swiftly taken by a bitter pill

Aye I see a mother's grief show through
But still I don't know you

I know you like the news they tell of you,
The printed page and captions on TV
That cycle every factoid they can spill

Aye I know the news they tell of you
But still I don't know you

We strangers never met and yet its true,
You reached inside and touched the heart of me
And though you're gone, you live within me still

Yet how I wish alas that I could pass
You in the street without a care

If only you were there
If only you were there
If only you were there
First published 12th Jan 2015, 20:10 AEST.
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