White peaks of the mountain I see darkness in the centre Will o the wisp on the foot Babbling sound of the stream I walk home along a tough trail Darkness of the night Frightening even a little sound A marauder from the bushes might pounce I walk and walk There no one to talk I often look at the mountain White peaks at the top I see darkness in the centre Will o the wisp on the foot Little tired, little frightened I reach metalled road A youngman with head hanging down Uncontrollably sobs and cries I ask why it's why He tells me the story A girl he is in love rejected him He feels bad He feels sad He's dejected So what, be at ease I tell him One who doesn't love you Can never be your loss So when you lost nothing Why cry? See me, I lost one who loved me Even so, I have stopped crying I just covered a tough trail Easy path now I go Life is like "Will o the Wisp"! Be at ease God knows how long You will be at the crease!
In dark night, you may see snow clad peaks of a mountain and moving blinking lights at the bottom. In between it's darkness. Life is a tough trail and behaves as if " Will o the Wisp". It's difficult to catch hold of it and control.
I put a mask on, I play the toughest of all, “Made of steel”, I repeat But when in action, I freeze My body freezes, My brain freezes, Motionless, I stare Into thin air, Waiting for this moment to be over, Because i no longer have the power
As I slowly they creep in my head from my stomach that is full Of high calorie items Not that I have an eating disorder But this is why I watch what I eat before I go to bed As these things creep in my head as a sleep The night is full of terrors and it’s dark My mind races and sodas my imagination Causing me to have nightmares and night terrors Because I did not check before I reck my self Is there a Lay asleep paralyzed in fear Want to wake up screaming Before I die in my sleep of these terrors I struggle to sleep I have insomnia I cannot sleep I just cannot sleep For the creeping in my head from my stomach below Torment me why does the stomach is full or empty Neither is good. As i scream from the night terrors In my sleep I wonder why my breath smells and my mouth is dry I want to get a drink in To me Not to get drunk but what the whistle Then I realize that it’s time to get up for breakfast I have one yet again This battle of the night terrors The dreams of hell and the dreams of Sicilian mafia The dreams There aren’t really dreams.
Dear auto hawk of Talklife I am not who You think I am You based me on my past and deleted my posts Based on my past mistakes I am an overly emotional Young woman Please do not mistake me for a psychopath What a social path based on my poetry What is wrong with you Honestly Why
What a girl is bullied Call Fat Or other demeaning names or slurs She decides to starve herself of food And a physical and emotional beauty She’s at the hinterlands of her existence Boonies of life Outskirts of society