I don't know why, My feelings have died, I am ******' rock, May be I have felt too much, That I started to feel nothing.
Nothing seems new, Nothing appears exciting. May be this just happens with age, Or may be I am just too bored of everything. Everything feels less, everything feels void.
Morning breeze is chilling no more, Rain doesn't wet me anymore, Holi appears colourless, Diwali not so illuminating any more. Festivals now only means a holiday. Outings are not so exciting. ***** doesn't effect me much.
What is it , does that happens with everyone or is it just me.!? Where's all that excitement gone,? Life has become monotonous and everything is blown!
Time slip't, a careless moment, words without thought or foment. No smile, no glance, no touch, nor care none of these things so fair, was ever thought or brought to share.
I've gaps in my memory, And holes in my shoes. not enough time, Too much *****. Nothing left of strength and toil. The grapes of wrath? That wasted soil!
But for the Ghosts of Things unsaid,.. Shadows host the Deeds Undone. Bare walls and plank't floor, cobwebs of nothing more. A Home empty; a house.. a shack, a time-worn agent my soul to wrack. Shadows flitting through cobwebs in the corners of my mind.
I've holes in My memory, And Gaps in my Blues. Too much time, And Not enough *****.
I. brown eyes and soft lips; hushed words on cold nights, marijuana filled lungs, constant affection with loving arms always wrapped around my waist. angst feelings overtake the love that had once moved into the heart of a broken soul, eyes seeking **** in another, loving the next who came by.
II. pale skin with a caring smile, friendly eyes, living in the greater good, Marlboro pressed against her lips as the painful words begin to tug down her smile. waves crashing against the rocky shoreline of her mind, fighting about whatever there is to, coming clean with the hurt that has overcome her soul. promising a better life calms the storm raging inside her hazel eyes.
III. deep blue oceans trapped into the soft craters in her mind. dreadful for the loss of love that slowly destroyed her young mind. skipping school and upset parents. restless nights, dark circles hiding under the spark in her beautiful eyes that once held her lovers captive. medication slowly slides down her throat as she is accompanied by pills and whiskey, slowly fading away from this pathetic world.
IV. Smoke fills the midnight air as her petit face quietly enters the crisp cool night, daydreams filling her thoughts that pull her away into a better life. heartbreak and ***** filled every friday night aching to be released into the adult world, free from all restrictions.
VI. skin like hot chocolate that melted the cold inside others. laughter filling the room as we stepped in just me and you, never thinking of what was to become. Hidden secrets became reviled as we said our goodbyes. silence washed over us and soon i took my last glance at the passing girl who once knew me. streetlights dimmed, showing teardrops dripping down as we thought about how it was.
Hi. This one was written a long time ago on another site. So just to clarify. I try not to read so many 'poems' anymore. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Exhausting and depressing. And I don't need any more help feeling that way.