I've always been scared to lose the things I love Everything I've lost I loved Or losing them would have been no loss I ask myself stupid questions As if they have a right answer Is it lost if it can be found? With loss comes sadness But the sad find things We avert our eyes from what's ahead Look down in self pity With that contemplating look Sometimes finding the strangest of things Unwanted, forgotten and withering things
As if this poem was a sick joke Not to be taken seriously Like an obvious hoax I have made it rhyme here So I can cope
I'm painting a sad picture today I found myself then lost my way When two roads lead to the same destination Do we take the shorter route Or take a journey through the grounds of recreation? The longer it is the more to see The more we find The more we will be Forget the things things that can't be found Resist depression Don't look at the ground
In the jungles the lion roars his poems. I am lost in the footpaths that lead to his lair. Primevil conflicts exist in this dark place. I know his poetry contains my death. Yet still I do not fear him this is his domain. Where the law is singular and finite. it is the keen edge of the food chain. we are not different the lion and I. We are both reciting our mantra of **** or be killed. of draw first blood I see him in the shadows huge his eyes red with menace. He is snarling my poem my death wish. The poem he speaks is beautiful. It talks of time and history of structure and balance. I am transfixed by his eloquence. I raise my gun to place the magnificent beast within my sights. Just one finger I can remove this animal from the world. But he is more than I am more worthy of survival Purer of spirit and purpose. The weapon points to ground and instead I listen to my final poem
- I watched the sun setting as another ending had arrived Then I wondered what tomorrow would bring Until the dark clouds settled and I realized that the fading horizon was us - there will be no tomorrow
He asked me what was one thing i really wanted, and i had to stop and think for a bit, but then it came to me as if i were haunted, and now i get it,
I want happiness and to get away, from the demons that eat at me, on the coldest of nights coloured in grey, he wanted to be free,
I want to be free and not feel like this all the time, to get away from everything causing me pain, the feelings are bitter like a lime, i have nothing more to loose but heaps to gain,
Anyone could have said happiness or love, the stereotypical **** they all say, i want to fly away like a dove, so we don't have to stay,
Once the dust has settled, and the last few have been picked off. The people that have lasted this long have no hope. A light shines down on their tyred faces. It is Jesus and his angels. he goes to them and talks to the people. but little did they know this was not Jesus, this was evil. as the outer skin of the holy being starts to melt away, away from the red bones and burnt flesh of the underlying shell. it is Satan our lord our savour. they try to run and hide from the powerful beast that is laughing inside.
For so long I have waited. Waited to see your smile to hear your voice to look into your eyes.
I know you are looking for me for I am the one who is your destiny.
Let your soul travel when you sleep my love. Let it look in the far reaches of Land sea and space. Even on the dark side of the moon. For I have released my soul on a quest to find you.
I know when our souls meet they will know each other from many lifetimes And they will dance in the light filled with joy.
Do not lose faith that we will find each other my love. For we are real. We exist. Just as the stars exist even when they cannot be seen in the light of the sun.
feeling the pain, feeling the same, feeling like ****, feeling like this is it, feeling alone, feeling heavy as a stone, feeling cold, feeling old, feeling bad, feeling mad, feeling the darkness, feeling heartless, feeling undeserving, feeling like my world is curving, feeling the pain, feeling the same, it's just another day
(n) 1. The feeling where you stay up at night, stare at your ceiling, ask yourself an infinite number of questions, then sit there and debate on whether or not you actually want to know the answer.
2. The feeling where you wonder who truly cares about you, and who is just using you; who is there for you, and who is so desperately waiting for you to fail.
3. The feeling where you feel like you're not good enough; that you need to be this, this and this to be successful and liked. You crave for the attention you know you can't have.
4. The feeling where you get frustrated because it's physically impossible to be 100% happy. You want someone to vent to, but no one will understand you.
5. The feeling where you question your value, your worth, your pride, yourself, everything...
and you think.
over think.
all night.
and all your left with is you, yourself, and a very dark place.
"i don't know where to go from here, i don't know who i am anymore," said the anxiety.