As I lay my eyes on my notebook, I begin to
feel them dilate..
Not knowing how long I can hold back these
tears, I scribble after spending a minute
reaching for it..
Only to realize that I'm reaching.
Blurred lines is all I can see on the paper and
then tear drops appear in between the lines,
becoming apparent.
Apparently I've been holding on to a forever
that's gone forever...
But letting go takes forever and its been
forever.
Letting Go Forever, I'll be with you in a
minute, and for better or worse may that be
forever.
Thank God for the waters even if they're
sour..
Because as they dry and disappear on my
face I realize that the truth lies in between
the lies that I fed myself,
And this is just me paying the price.
Cutting the ties, I free you to go to the world..
Tell them my story, let them live my joy and
Lord knows I pray they never feel my pain.
I've taken a **** load of drugs, poured my
heart and soul to you, I'm just tired of never
fixing the pain.
May you find some sunshine and every once
in a while don't forget to dance in the rain
just to hydrate the joy and wash away what
used to be the pain.
See, when I met you, you were banal
scavenging for The One* to give you a
purpose..
I gave you that and more, but sometimes
more becomes less and too much's what you
get when you've been longing for a purpose.
I'll take the blame if its for your sake,
And I wish I could write more but I'm past the
last line of the last page..
And this is the last note I'll ever write for
you.. The irony.
Seni

I'd like to keep her to myself but that aint right
Don't want to deprive anyone their privilege to write
So if she's with me tonight, you can have her the following night I don't mind

I wasn't always like this you know
I've always thought that love was a tunnel that you fall into
and once you hit rock bottom you get broken
Hence the heart broken statuses

I blew everything outta proportion
But when the time came I grew into a better person
So all this affection for Poetry came after a good lesson

Poetry is the only one that fully understands me
I just hope I can fully explain it to you

Wenn sie mich verstehen können, you\ hören, danke

This isn't a poem
Just wanted to write because bored
And sore, lying on the floor
Serial killers outside my bedroom
Would help but i don't like violence
Seeing people get violated isn't my problem
I'll be talking to the cops tomorrow
Screaming sorrow flourished all over the outside walls
She's yelling at God for doing this to her
She jumps on the sofa
I looked through the crack of my door drinking soda
I'm not in the mood for this
I shut the doors and closed the blinds
Finding myself on my dark side
I never wanted to find a way out
I like this routine, my routine
Of being a low self-esteem teen
Youve got to know I'm feeling low
I can't go
This figure in the room came to me and said
"What did the creator say?"
I didn't know what was happening
I passed out from the threatening deafening in my mind
Battling through the wars, crying to hide my scars, far ways to the designation
I'm falling lower and lower, deeper and deeper into the pit of darkness
Fire blazes in the room
Longer it takes me to move
Higher and higher than the moon
Standing upside down,my stomach is inside out
Gravity is broken
I have a pounding headache
"What did the creator say?"