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Sorrow is in my soul's kitchen right now
Fixing up a bitter lunch and because I don't look like what I've
Been through, friends and family don't even have a hunch
Know that there's a lesson to learned in all of this
And I'm sure lives others would like to swap
But you see the blues have stripped me down and left my soul bare
Which is why these tears slowly falling down a wet path on my face
Never ever stop.Tears keep on falling and people pass on by and stare
In this cold and heartless city they don't seem to really care
Wish that it was possible to send up a kite of hope
Against a cloudly sky of naked despair
Sorrow just brought his little brother named trouble in Lord
Please pull this misery chokehold off me
Because you're the only one who can
constantly wondering if it's your lack of effort or mine;
either way we're both disappointed and wasting time.

you say you're waiting to hear from someone and so am I,
but are we waiting for each other or has our chance already passed us by?

i thought that what we had was real, but maybe I was mistaken
because you're talking about "her" and I'm not sure if that's me or my replacement

we are more than star crossed; it can't just be a matter of bad timing
we might be too different, maybe this no longer worth all the trying.

I'm know I'm probably just running like always; looking for the easy way out
but I'm hoping you'll stop me from going, by taking away all my doubts

Convince me you're worth staying for; make this rolling stone want to slow down
'Cause I've been around the block a few times too many, and my baggage weighs a pound.

This isn't the first poem you've inspired in me and I know it won't be the last,
but I need know is if this will end in romance or become a distant memory of our past
You can have anything you want,
but you can't have everything
A time comes in everyone's life
when you must choose what's worth risking

I've been living day to day,
chasing something I can't even see
A competition I didn't even know I was in
until I realized that I was losing

Now what's at stake and what I have left
is being weighed by Justice's scales.
All I'm left with is the skeleton of who I used to be
and a face that I barely recognize as my own
What is life?
A glimpse of the present?
A present of the past,
A past of the future?
An eclipse of humanity?
A picture worth 1,000 words?
The craving of mankind
Easy to lose, hard to gain.
Once upon a time Life was beautiful.
Long futures cascaded down its back
And pasta graced its aura.
But then mankind abused it.
Beat up, battered down.
People took it and destroyed it.
It screamed out to God.
He took Life and made it everlasting.
Life shined brighter than the stars.
And it still does if you look hard enough.
My mood again a steady constant
still low, always low but constant
so I seek the solutions, search for normal
I approach and offer myself over
to those, the better minds, the doctors
they are wise and educated and have magic
in the form of pills that I consume
reporting back the basics, this didn't work
that isn't helping so they raise and lower doses
prescribing cures in pills and always asking questions
writing this and that factual results down
they see errors in my mind and I feel restless
again and again changing their minds
as I consume and return the effectiveness or lack therein
all I ;want is the sky that felt light and tasted fragrant
yet so goes my search for my cure as each is different
seeking that fabled equalibrium, that balance
aiming for the land of sunshine and
the state known once as happiness
again, always where life is
and emotions can be steady,  ups and downs
continuously changing in workable highs and lows
but alas, I am unable, and I continue only to try
the new, the stronger the most documented cure alls
of more pill to be taken with water day or night
forever dosing, hoping and trying to find my life
chasing that notion of what it is to feel alright


by
Jack Fehlmann
2013
I feel like I just walked away from a battle,
broken and bruised,
every inch of me aches and throbs,
and I've got nothing left to lose

You stole my dignity,
and shattered my trust,
You trampled my ego,
left my hope lying in the dust.

I should have known it was coming,
you've never fought fair.
You've always been sneaky
because you just didn't care

Look at me now;
I can barely face what I've become
because that girl looks like she's defeated
and I refuse to accept that you've won.
for me
it is either completely meaningless
or absolutely meaningful
there is no gray area in my atmosphere
you will feel my fire for all that it's worth
or the cold wind of desolation and abandonment will haunt you until I say otherwise
maybe nothing comes next
maybe i'm reaching for something that was never there to begin with
but i have to get off the fence that I've been balancing on for far too long
because ******,
this is about me.

I have been chasing an aborted idea
and you have let me,
feeding me with the encouraging nutrients I needed.
yet now as I bleed out, I can't blame you,
regardless of the empty words you had me feeling full of,
putting aside the "maybes" that live on your tongue,
because I knew all along that this one was never going to make it full term,
and ******
this is about me.
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