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There are so many feelings running through my mind
And I want to let them out but I have no time.
I've just been sitting here, staring at this screen all day
Hoping that sitting here would make me feel okay
But it's done squat, nada, niente, nothing.
I just sat here when I could have done something.

I wasted my whole day, a free day for me.
I was so excited for this day, it made me so happy.
But I've done nothing to make it memorable.
It's confirmed that we are inseparable.
Am I happy about that? No, heck no.
I feel confined, like I don't have a mind of my own.
I just want my freedom, I need some space.
Thinking about this problem makes my heart race.

It's done, finito, I can't handle this.
Why'd you have to be such a little b*tch.
When I thought I was set free
You just pulled back on my leash.

I wasted so much time, so much **** time on you.
Well I'm happy to say that we are through.
If only I could travel back in time and start again.
Take back all that time that I wasted.
Time is so precious, it can go by like that.
If only I had known that a couple years back.
This indescribable, excruciating pain I feel, hurts so bad it feels unreal.
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to turn
It's just too much, it's starting to burn.
It started in my head and now its gone to my leg.
It's too much to bear, I feel the need to swear.
To curse and curse, till it doesn't hurt.
But it wouldn't help, so I will let out a yelp.
Does no one hear me cry,
see me suffering here where I lie?
Am I out of hope?
Is this the end of the rope?
Shall I just put on a strong face, and meet my pain with embrace?
Pretend that I am so alive, when all I really want to do is die.
Act so tough and strong, when I can no longer hold on.
Try to be brave as my body quakes,
and stand tall as my body aches.
How do I start this, I'm so confused
There's a message I need to send to you.
I want to give you some hope, help you believe
Why don't you close your eyes and pretend you are me.
Look at yourself like I would view you
With all the beauty in the world and so much self value.
I have so much faith in you, you can do anything
I'm always here for you, here to be your friend.
Think about how it brightens my day when you smile
Think about how for you, I would walk a mile.
Look at yourself from my point of view
It is easier to see the perfection in you.
I don't block out the negative things, everyone has flaws
Rather I embrace them leaving me in awe.
You take them as a package, the good and the bad
Sometimes they make you happy, other times sad.
Now open your eyes, you are you again
And in front of you is one of your friends.
Who believes in you, you're destined for greatness
And this friend you know wont let you forget it.
If you ever fail to the see the beauty in you
Close your eyes and look in my point of view.
Everyone forgets things sometimes and sometimes you need a reminder. I'll be that reminder.
Starting something, thinking you'll know how it will end
But it goes a completely different route instead.
You re-analyzed it, yeah you got it for sure
Oh how naive, you think you have a choice.
The end is already planned, there's nothing you could do
You just have to sit and wait till the ending comes to you.
You can make time pass by faster, well try to at that
It can't change anything and that's a fact.
The ending's planned out and done, there's no going back.
It just fate even if it seems wack
You're really ******* but you'll just have to mend.
"This is not how I wanted the book to end."
My feelings being let out after I finished reading The Lucky One. No one toils with a girls emotions more than Nicholas Sparks does.
Oh snow, how I love you so.
The lovely way you flow, melting on my window.
Oh snow, it's so pretty you know. Lightens up the night sky, how I love then snow.

Then there's that breeze, I began to freeze.
Teeth chattering against one another, I wish I was under my covers.
With the snow pelting on my face, was so beautiful but it's lost it's grace.
Now all I want is to be home, oh how I wish it hadn't snowed.

Maybe a different country or a different place.
Maybe a different continent, a much warmer place.
Any place other than Canada, here winter's the worst.
Maybe somewhere like Cuba where the weather doesn't make you curse.

But when it is nice, and not below 0 degrees.
When there's snow on the ground and you can't freeze.
That's the place I want to be.
What a beautiful sight snow can be.
I want to write a poem but what about.
Something to let my feelings out?
Poems are like an outlet, they set you free.
Sometimes they are random and sometimes they relate to me.
It's a love for writing, you just can't stop.
Even when you aren't inspired you pick that pen up.
Or start typing in this case, doesn't change much.
You are still writing a poem, still having some fun.
A random poem that might not be seen.
A random poem written by me.
A random poem with no end.
Okay I lied, it has an end.
The point is you can write and write.
Write all day and write all night.
Inspired or not, you just type and write.
Writing random poems all day and all night.
You truly are a pleasant surprise
Beautiful from looks and even better on the inside.
Just when I think you've hit perfection, that you're at your best
You take yourself a step further, I am truly impressed.
Sweet from the outside and even sweeter within
Too much of it's not good but I cannot resist.
Could be looked at as forbidden love, but that's not that sweet.
A better description would be more of a treat.
You're more like a cream puff, a delightful dessert
When you indulge you must be alert.
Don't be fooled by it's looks, there's a surprise inside
It's when you get to the heart that you find the real prize.
This poem was inspired by a fellow poet. The words come from within, but they're inspired by a friend
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