You are who you are, I am who I am, nothing will change And now our fake love ..estranged I just HAVE to move on for God's sake! I'm tired of wasting my self, no more to take It's finally time for my soul to feel free I can't move, I count to three.. One : "breath" Two : "let it sink in" Three : "exhale slowly" Oh..my...word, Holly Molly! Do something for me, why do I need to suffer?!? It's not enough what I've done? What else do I need to learn? They say every step is a lesson I haven't written in a while, I'm a mess on and on.. Trying to write a poem, I followed you again I'm trying to find your new girlfriend Where is she what's her name? Will she bear your child one day? Something I was always afraid of was that I never mattered to you. And it seems that this is my lesson : I need to love myself more than I ever loved you..
Just something I needed to take off my chest. Haven't written in a while, too much pain kept me down. Thanks
I don’t understand why love should save. It’s sinking still Stills of whiskey, mellow bitter. Metal tinned, heavy and satisfying It makes you weep and rage and sleep. Aching toes and numb cheeks, silent sobbing into your pillow For reasons that haven’t come to you yet. Do you feel saved? For numbness? Dripping Gaping mouths, searching. Am I talking about love or a monster? We can’t tell. I won’t argue with results, fact sheets still dripping romantic slurs But I will argue that saving is not what you think it is. Mercy Is not what you think you’ve made it.
I saw it in his eyes So broken and lost Broken heart hiding behind a “smile” He was a joke Everyone found him weird Not me I knew his past Dark and bullied He tried to hide it No one cared No one except me
I awoke In the middle of the night thought I saw Helen stood there by my bed so beautiful my vision of her just wanted reach and touch sometimes true love plays strange tricks on ones mind seeing things that may not really there but I'd swear that saw Helen stood by my bed smiling so sweetly just as In life before she took wrongly from me I hear the softness In her voice as she's speaking my name almost angelic like that of a voice of an Angel cause that what she was to me that of my beautiful Angel that saved me from a life on the streets and life of ruin an Angel who saved my soul was that of my wife
Like an Angel, she saved my life and my soul from ruin spike of beautiful things I'd never known a smile so sweet
I hear the sin of my past clawing at my heart. Every day that passes it inches closer and closer to its sustenance. It whispers its malice while I cower in fear. The days grow longer. The night's grow strong and I grow weaker.
I lay down yet again with another battle won. My wounds are deep and reach far beneath the tissue others see. The battles I've won are not an accomplishment. The battles I've won are delaying my inevitable descent.
The final night is here and I feel our breathes are one and the same. We do not battle it out as fabled in fiction. The clawing has stopped and the sustenance run dry. We are one and the same both monster and man.
We feel the light pierce our skin as an outstretched arm reaches to us. The fear remains as we cower from its radiance. The arm stretches out and calls our name. No. The arm stretches out and calls my name.
We are... No I am... Or we...? It calls for me not us yet still we... No I remain. He grabs our hand and pulls me out. Lips locked and all is forgetten as he whispers to me I love you...
I not we now know I am forever free
This is a poem style I am experimenting with and would appreciate feedback to improve my writing. I hope this reading can understand and enjoy my piece.