My sad or something poems

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Everyone lets me down and no one dares to catch me.
I fall to the ground with answers, but no one cares to ask me.
If I told them what I knew, they'd quickly lose their interest.
If I were too, baby blue, they'd further our distance.
And so I fear, for what I cannot change.
And so I stare at the dirt as if it were strange.
I do not cry, nor tear.
For I can not miss what was never here.
I do not sit alone.
For my shadow is a best friend of my own.

I might add to this eventually, but does it sound good so far?

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

The Same Old

Everything I say gets drowned out by cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I heard there once was a time when the only things labeled, were jars.
Now everything is defined by another.
An endless circle of cans' and can'ts'
It's so tiring.
Everything I aim for is shooting me down like a bird.
I heard we all have pre-made holes, never able to be made full.
Now everything is in our minds.
On our minds.
An endless rant of holy waters or red wines.
It's so tiring.
Everything I see, I've seen so much.
Seeing day by day.
I heard the same sounds, and they don't matter anymore.
Now everything is so repetitive
An endless dispute between caring and slumber.
It's so tiring
Everything has become a bore
Almost full off boredom.
I heard such things that have driven the emotions out of me.
Now I'm pulling out the string in the seams.
An endless unraveling of sanity.
It's so...tiring.

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Pray Tell From Down Below

All they say is what they see,
because behind closed doors they never listen.
On rarity they do,
they only hear their self-remarks.
Honesty is virtue,
only if it doesn't burn.
But when they do find it soothing to say,
it only tears like metal to bare skin.
It's not that they are blind,
nor be it that they don't mind.
It's the lack of effort.
It pins to us like a bug to a wall.
It clumps into a fire below,
and becomes something close to hell.
You can't hate them,
for what you have become says hate isn't inside you.
There is no room for hate in you,
when there is no room for love in them.
We try real hard to get where we are,
and I think we've gotten pretty far.
Only a few more miles,
in the endless abyss,
before we get soaked in sweet,
tender,
darkness.
Times are getting harder,
and swelling up with air.
People continue to pretend they are prying,
simply to get under your skin.
They can't seem to truly care enough,
to end our war of heart and mind.
So we can hide in this dark,
cold room.
Don't worry,
no one will open the door.
They can't even hear us scream, "Please wake me."
They think we're screaming for more.

Comments? Suggestion? Thoughts?

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Black and White

Alone,
so timid.
Watching the world,
the lost faces;
the stone sky.
Black and white.
These people claim "crushed soul",
the town claims "no life left unlost...",
beyond this grey sky.
Rainbow?
Wake up.
This world is too full.
This world of "just too plain."

A poem I wrote a long time ago. Kind of dreary, but is it good?

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Lily Pad

Searching recklessly for reason.
Gasping carelessly for air.
Wondering if maybe someone knows you exist.
Curious if someone truly cares.
Cares more about you, than the pride to say they once were there.
Contemplating if they might stay.
Like the poker face you always wear.
The world spins, and specks fly off.
That's what humans seem to be.
Time takes only seconds, to make you want to leave.
So give yourself a moment here.
You might find what it is you lost.
If indeed it's broken,
try to recollect the happiness you tossed.

A quote I once heard: You don't drown by falling in water, you drown by staying there.

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Tell Me I'm Wrong

Too tall to know,
too small to see.
Too impatient,
to ever be free.
The escape hides,
and none will seek.
All who wonder,
lie too weak.
A silver-gold path,
to show my way.
If only. if only,
I knew night from day.
A nickle, a dime,
either way I've done time,
because of my crime,
to love too divine.
For I, so simple,
live a life of regret.
For I, so anxiously,
tend to forget.
"Life is but a dream," they say,
and I live in a dream everyday.
Now can those who hear my words,
understand my thoughts in thirds?
That, my friends, is how I see.
That, my friends, is how my mind talks to me.
It tells me what I wish to hear,
and that is what I often fear.
Does anyone ever see me there?
See me wishing to go somewhere?
For I, so awful, wishy-wash,
lose focus on reality.
For I, so awfully awfully lost,
don't know when I am being me.
For I, so tall,
never know.
For I, so small,
never see.

Comments?

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Shadow Insides

Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."

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Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

I'm Trying To Be What You Want, But I'm Losing.

No one even knows I exist.
Why do I bother with this?
I must have lost my mind.
Or perhaps purposely left it behind.
Regardless,
I can't feel.
I can't care.
I can't recall when last my puzzle was together.
Maybe never.
I lost the will.
I lost the strength.
My weary eyes,
want to shut,
I say "no."
They cry "but."
My wavered heart,
wants to open.
I say "no."
It starts moping.
I feel like I'm a *****-up.
I feel alone.
I guess, maybe I'm not, but I feel so on my own.
My music,
wants me to smile on the inside,
I say "no."
It says "It's alright."
I say "no."
It says "don't cry."
I say "I'll try."
But the unavoidable passes my by.
I try.
I try not to die.
To stay alive.
To stay away from the darker side.
But I rarely cry.
I always sigh.
I'm losing my touch.
I'm saying goodbye.
I'm climbing the window sill.
Hear my last hymn.
I must bid everyone adieu,
and fall out of my skin.

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Fallen With The Sun

The sun sets at 5.
least happy alive.
Comfort in the moon,
much like I.
Each routine day,
I let out a sigh.
For I have worries,
if worries are there.
For I have feelings,
I don't believe are fair.
I can numb,
I can bear.
For I am brave,
among this mask I wear.
For I am paved,
into this life I fear.
For even if no one knows,
I AM HERE.
I am fully human,
not a half,
not a bit.
I am finally smiling,
though my thoughts may not quit!
My smile is home now,
and a home where I'll fit.

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Cherry Tree

I exit the stage,
but the actor still lays.
I know the faking hurts,
but I learn it often pays.

I scream inside,
but it echos from the corners that I hid.
I get tired of all I tried,
but getting told, "You lied."

Cherry tree, cherry tree,
please won't you,
fall down on me?

I close my eyes for a brief,
but non-stop horror gives me grief.
I beg for some relief,
but I am buried deep beneath the reef.

I see the sky with hopeful eyes,
but inside the sun the devil maybe lies.
I know my clinging causes sighs,
but I fall apart after goodbyes.

Cherry tree, cherry tree,
please won't you,
fall down on me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXdnYgJy4fs

I might add to it eventually if I get asked to, but for now I'll stop it here.

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

The Soldier Grace

I look at lights,
Laying beat and battered,
hoping,
thanking,
proud to cry,
I simply stare,
to greet my maker,
welcomed in by midnight sky.
I lived a great life,
I die a great death,
I saved my country,
I paved the world a new path.
No coins,
a shame,
but it's worth what I name.
Victory!
I bow,
vicotrious,
I bow to many,
I bow to all.
And now...
I fall.

They fight for us. I'm not a fan of war, and I don't care too much where I live, but people go out and fight to keep YOU AND ME alive. They deserve credit. And so, I wrote this poem. Let these men go out with grace.

Comments?

Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Problematic.. Not Climatic...

I can't do this anymore.

HELP!                                                        I'm falling apart on the floor.

Sleeping has become my only score.

I've can't even cry.
                                                                      Must be strong for the poor.

I'm okay on the outside.
                                                                   I'm crashing down in the core.

Tell me "It's okay."
                                                          Let me blindly love tomorrow's day.

I want to speak,
                                                  but sometimes, there's nothing left to say.

I want to smile..
                                                    ..but no..
                                                                                               I'm not okay.
I'll never admit it.
                                                                                      I fall apart everyday.

I was heading to "Out The Window",
                                                                        but hit a *** hole on the way.

Am I even trying?
         Why am I always lying-
                                                ..on this floor..
begging,
pleading,
stressing,
for more than I have the courage                                        ..to ask for?..

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Jul 2014

Daylight 4U2C

Of Woe

Can't you see I'm lying?
Don't you know I'm dying?
Guess what,

I'm not trying.

I feel more like flying.
Even the sky likes crying,
even the sky likes sighing.
Even fate is buying

me
time to go.
I don't mind though.
No one may even know.
It's been long since my body
parted my soul.

And so,
I don't even expect blue flowers
of woe.
This harsh wind,
is the anger I will blow.

No
more care.
No
more whys.
No
more saying my goodbyes.
Now
I jump
Now
I leap.
Now
I tumbled down so deep.
Among the demons,
I may creep.
Who said counting sheep,
could help me sleep?

Now i'm dying.
I'm not lying.
I was tired,
I stopped trying.
But my wings were stone,
and surely,

I'm not flying.

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