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Richard Graydon Mar 2020
If I disappeared today, would you wonder?
What way, I walked to the thunder.
If I went tomorrow, would you cry?
Would it fill you with sorrow, and ask why I try.

If you knew what I wanted, what I live for
You would be haunted, by what you saw.
I live to die, and I’m dying to live,
What I try, I don’t want to misgive.

My trust is nothing, trampled over,
So I was trusting, that you be my point prover
The one to push me, finally over the *****
Don’t worry, I’ll buy my own rope.
This was inspired by a speech my “friends” made saying that I needed more independence. However what they did not know was that I spend most of my time by myself. Muh Independence
Richard Graydon Feb 2020
It’s pretty clear I’m hopeless,
Well I say that because I’ve lost all senses,
I can’t tell what’s right,
Since I don’t live in the light.
All I do is keep resisting

I look into my distance,
And don’t see my death,
Just a hollow boy, my soul had left.
I’ve just gotten bored,
Please forgive me Lord

But I’ve disgraced your life,
So I’m punished with this strife,
I am just a mockery,
It fills me with joy that no one stops me,
So I can drift away softly
Would someone mind suggesting a title for this poem. I don’t like that it is untitled, but it does bring a sense of ambiguity to the poem’s image
Richard Graydon Feb 2020
You don’t know me,
So don’t compare what’s in my head.
To what I do, my actions are only true
When I’m laying in bed.

You don’t know,
So don’t tell me what’s right.
And say I’m wrong, I know where I belong
It only exists at night.

You don’t,
So don’t tell me I can’t.
All I do is try, so don’t laugh when I cry
And tell me this isn’t what you want.

You,
I don’t hate you.
So don’t say you hate me,
You don’t know what’s true.
Is this good. I’ve lost all real critics. I need to know how to improve
Richard Graydon Feb 2020
Look away, avert your gaze
If you don’t, you’ll be staring at my grave
It’s not your fault, I’m not in pain
I just can’t live like this, I’m always drained
My end won’t be flashy, maybe a bit ******
So please stay, just look away
What you’ll feel for a moment
Is what I’ve endured
So there’s no excuse for tears.
My poems used to come from a place of violet emotions, but now that’s gone I feel empty
Richard Graydon Dec 2019
Can’t crack a smile, when I’m still in denial
This pain I feel, it’s only real
When I hold a knife, and think of my life
But that’s some lie, so I can sit and cry.

Can’t think straight, when I’m still late
I’m just mad at me, it’s driving my insanity
Why am I like this, my life is pure bliss
That’s my dream, teared at it’s ream

Can’t sleep at night, when I can’t see right
Just face it you lost kid, stop tightening the lid
See the fault with diplomacy is
The more you lie about happiness,
The worse it gets, that’s just your sloppiness.

You’re not alone, you just don’t feel at home
Where you sleep, and where you weep
They aren’t the same, you can’t place blame
This is your problem.
So I must take it alone then.
I can overthink, overnight, overreacting, over-complicating the easy
Richard Graydon Dec 2019
This pain in my chest, It won’t let me rest.
These thoughts in my head, I’d rather be dead.
My blood in my veins, it just leaves me stains.
Why won’t it admit, I just want to quit.
Just let it die, I don’t want to cry
But this knife in my hand, and what’s no longer my plan
No longer harms me, it only calms me.
It’s my Plan. I didn’t choose what I did but it’s my plan. I didn’t want this but i must live with it. I didn’t think of this but it’s consequences must dance on my mind. Until I find peace, it’s my plan.
Richard Graydon Nov 2019
Me
I sit down with you,
And analyse what makes everything true.
And search for what makes you me,
Cuz you don’t know it yet
But we come from the same problem tree.

I enter the room with you,
And watch what makes you hollow through and through.
And dig to find what makes us the same,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t want you to remain.

I eat with you,
And wonder how we brew the same brew.
And look for what unites us,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t like how we’re on the same bus.

I sleep with you,
And see that you cry what I spew.
And scream for you to leave me,
Cuz you don’t know it yet,
But I don’t like how I’m not free.
Free from you.
Some one made me realise that to someone who doesn’t feel like this that my poetry doesn’t make too much sense. Maybe that’s why I hide it way, and post it “unanimously”.
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