Everything is loud,
No matter where I go.
I can’t control the sounds,
Or will my heart to slow.
I seem to beg for silence,
Or a moment of release,
To just escape the world,
And plead the sounds to cease.
I do not want to die.
But I’m afraid to be alone,
With all the noise inside my head,
I want to find my home.
Yet the darkness overwhelms me,
Begging for a taste,
Of the loneliness inside my heart.
A dam willed to break.
Hey guys! I wrote one of my first poems since high school tonight & im really proud of it! Let me know what you think!
They say in a way that time heals all,
That it sort of cushions or eases the fall.
That in the end things will get better,
Even if you are waiting on forever.
But time is simply a passing phase,
A clock slowly ticking away at your days.
Time is only a mere distraction,
It is meant to keep you from the attraction.
It grabs you by the wrist and refuses to let go.
And even when you look down, there is nothing below.
Because no matter what, you are stranded in time.
You cannot get out nor escape your mind.
So accept the fate that has been given to you,
And remember that time was never meant to be true.
It's been a while and I have writer's block so enjoy this old poem that I revised :)
Sometimes it's easiest to forget,
Forget the ones who left,
Left without a trace,
A trace of why they came,
Came to leave once more,
More pain to come to just be bored,
Bored of life and how it's been,
Been cold and lonely till the end,
The end is here for those who left,
Left for good, for us to forget.
I'm kind of messed up
Usually I'm calm
I'm easy to be with
But around you?
My heart pounds
My knees go weak
My head spins
And I fumble
But that isn't me
It's the me
You want me to be
I don't stutter
I don't freak
But around you..
I don't know about this. I'm bored and have ****** writer's block.
I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.
It's one of those times where I don't know what to do.
They say, "follow your heart," but it only leads back to you.
It's like a continuous circle that never seems to end.
But at the end of the day we both know we can't be just friends.
You're the air in my lungs when I can't seem to breathe.
You're the calm voice telling me to stay when all I want to do is leave.
You fill me with happiness I haven't felt in a while.
Just the sound of your sweet voice can instantly make me smile.
We try and try to make this work for the both of us.
But every time it ends you tell me it's because it was rushed.
Then in week, you'll come back to me with regret.
You'll tell me you messed up and I'm the best you'll ever get.
You'll hurt me forever if it heals yourself.
Because to you my love is nothing but a box on a shelf.
But then the circle will start up once again,
Because we both know we can never be just friends.
I've been hurt...badly. This was my outlook on it.
I'm on my own,
The moment is killing me.
I'm feeling broke,
I can't believe what I see.
I think of love,
Didn't you love who we were?
I think of us,
While you were wrapped up in her.
I guess love is false,
I've been blinded by you.
I can't feel my pulse,
Now that I know the truth.
Nothing was real,
It was all in my head.
So how should I feel,
When I'm already dead?