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Armand-DeamoJC Jun 2018
Those I have loved the most, I've hurt even more
Those I've pushed away, I've been afraid to care for
I had not seen the end of life, but I've felt it
I have seen my victory of the war within, but I've tasted defeat

I've drank away my sorrows, but I've already drowned in them by then
I fear nothing, not because of being brave
'tis for I have already lost what I feared to
Another unfinished poem, but just a mere idea. It's my dream to touch people with my poems, but something has withered within me
Armand-DeamoJC Jun 2018
'tis a word that hath been diceived for plesure or satisfaction

'tis a word that doth not be uséd in the ways we believéd

'tis our own perception and perspective instead of the horrid truth

Pain is the only feeling we can use to seperate love from hate when it's all that's real
Armand-DeamoJC Jun 2018
When one finds a box of six puppies in the road
would one take five puppies and leave one?
Taking all six is proper human code,
"leave one alone to starve", said none.

I've been left alone and all my loved ones taken away
I have learned to walk alone, but I always stray

We may not compare animals to humans,
but the Romans can compare letters and numbers

A dog and a wolf is compared by us,
but a wolf fights for it's own survival
whilst most dogs sleep in comfort
and are fed by us

The million dollar question is...
why am I the puppy left in the box alone
to fend for myself, for there is none
I don't know if this even makes sense, hopefully soon something will
Armand-DeamoJC Jun 2018
She
She stopped me that night,
she told me that it's alright

She told me that she's not stupid
the reason we're together's not, because of cupid

Me

I asked her what she meant
Her love cost me no rent

I told her she's confusing me
I knew what else it could be

**

She saw that I only want my once true love
she said that she understands it will be rough

We part ways and never again did we speak
I'll never forget the times we had at willow creek

Last of her that I heard, she was underneath the ground
at peace with herself, she and death is now bound
Probably not the best I've written, but at least better rhyme schemes. It's a poem about how I used someone to get my mind off my ex, and the person fell for me, and I didn't know and then I decided to let her go, because she was better off without me
Armand-DeamoJC Jun 2018
I have no idea why they come back
They seek something in me that I cannot give
Love is the thing that I lack
If I feel it again, I might not live

The feeling is sometimes my pain
Though when in pain I better my game
Maybe they come back for that gain
Do I have the secret to get a woman and tame

I look into their eyes and picture someone else
The truth is that I only want my ex
And they're only drowning me in ***
I have love for her, but in stealth

Being with them numbs the pain
And the storm in my heart has more than rain
The women are all that keep me sane
And I cannot get rid of all these memories in my brain
The emotions are overwhelming and they leave me in pain
"Just Dial the number, and restart the game."
This might be the most emotional I was while writing a poem, and this is actually how I felt, I wrote it a week ago, but decided to post it today
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