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Ito Nov 2014
In this year no one came to my aid,
I even prayed,
I attempted to give away my joy as a trade,
this pain never faded,
shaded by my eyes forever jaded.

I cannot feel pain any longer,
by default I thought this made me stronger.
A lie ingrained by my apathy,
I faded in and out of sanity,
while no longer part of humanity.

Life became so gray,
I began to decay.
A voice told me to just die,
I decided to say bye instead of listening to my cry.
Another year another death soon to come.
I only make poems when my soul bleeds.~Ito
Ito Sep 2014
Memories can be reclaimed from Chronos for a bit.
I know I should quit,
the past cuts sharper than a blade,
yet I stayed and strayed,
even if it wasn't an equal trade.

The insanity in your eyes was well concealed,
led to doors of tragedy not completely sealed.
You held a key around your neck!
Somehow I enjoyed being around you---HECK!
I could never leave a wreck.

Self-inflicted wounds from the past always last,
even as I glanced passed them fast.
A camera is a double-edged weapon not a toy,
my eyes bleed with misery and joy.
*Am I destined to be only a lonely boy?
A bittersweet reflection of times that were once enjoyable but now too hard to look at.
Ito Sep 2014
Tonight without a thought, I ran in the midnight.
Wrong from right was just black and white.
I found reason to be a liar too many times before.
I ignited something too hard to put out, an inferno!
The night grew as long as my life and I was lost...

I became everything I hated and feared,
my name I smeared.
I let myself down by running the town,
More reckless and thoughtless I wore a crown!
The pavement soon turned into a road...

Fell off the highway into a ditch,
I didn't even twitch!
No where to go, I pretend to die.
I knew this was just another lie.
*My shadow caught up to me by morning and I sigh.
Unfinished poem on a previous night in my past.
Ito Sep 2014
Today I went out...
felt the wind touch me with doubt,
no feeling in my heart even with a shout,
either way I still played the role.
Smiled to an existence out of my control.

Life continues with or without you,
the light stolen from my eyes,
the touch numbed by cries,
my hope was to become wise,
but everyone dies.
Ito Jul 2014
Love* is the most powerful force of all...
wars* are created until we fall.
The heart is made of glass,
past love cuts deep into us,
only severed memories remain to discuss.

Love decays in the mind,
maybe we go blind?
Consumed by work we forget the word,
lines between love and hate become blurred.
Only love can escape and bring *death.
Love can be a destructive and creative force.  A true double-edged sword that keeps its prisoners.
Ito May 2014
Trapped in the routine,
we become mean,
forget about our kin.
Nothing matters until we win.
Final moments become eternal regrets.

Isolated, alone and without a cry,
that is how she chose to die.
Diamond, the dog who did not say bye.
Death may be silent...
but the trail of sorrow is so violent.

As light from the eyes fade,
an all too familiar shade,
even corpses resonate past love,
time helps memories shove,
in our youth we are immortal!
About an old family dog called Diamond who died several years ago.
Ito Apr 2014
You promised you would never become them.
The ones who hurt us the most,
now all you do is boast.
I guess you kept the promise...
you were the worst of them all!

Every day you kicked us out,
I wandered all night without a doubt...
the streets were warmer, quieter and safer.
Your whispers shouldn't be so deafening,
your stare filled with hate after taking us in.

One night you confessed to me a horror,
I never wanted to play the Priest!
Your twisted mind called us all The Beast!
You call it love but you only leak rage,
used to your abuse I became numb in your cage.

Switching family for strangers,
trading safety for new dangers,
I lost my mind too many times to care,
after all its only fair,
drown in your despair.
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