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#foregone
There's a want to be wrong Wanted for so long So long it seems like a folk song Rather than a foregone conclusion Just another drawn in lexicon A childish tantrum replayed like a sing-a-long 'Till the real "want" is gone And I have to admit I have no idea what's goin' on ©2024
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Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
~•§•~ Childish ~•§•~
long time friend, don't lie I can see you your sincerest hour when you come with tail between legs there is pretext lie about lies, stop stop it don't matter ascend disconnection the whothewhatthewherethewhenthewhythe or the howthe give no pooh-bah
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
talk real
Another year has left and gone, Fear has now consumed my soul, Unable to take back all the foregone. They promised me my life wasn't a pawn, But I don't think I can keep leading myself on. I try not to worrying over all the issues and unknowns. As the clock turns twelve, my heart skips a beat, Fear is clenching it; trying to bring it into a waltz. My thoughts screaming out to me, 'Don't allow it to sweep you away!' As everyone is consumed with joy, making new years resolutions; I am consumed by anxiety, paranoia sweeping me off my feet, Singing to me all the things to panic about. As everyone shall party, and stay awake, I shall go to bed, trying to sleep and keep all the thoughts at bay.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
New Years New Fears
That fathomless chasm, How sheer those depths, What misery to await, To succumb this world to silence, Beneath thy voice resounds, Entranced to follow, A foregone echo, From times, All lost to long ago, Into that eerie gloom; I am swallowed, How that sweet whisper of thee abruptly cease, As depths's end is reached, And to be alone again, Where even no shadow choose to dwell, Trapped, Thy darkness my cell.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
The Voice Below
Yesterday. As a breeze… comes and goes gently As a cloud… quietly leaves noone sees Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone On the street I walk alone Passing the old place I was not alone Ahead corner wakes my concern Let it bygone, let it foregone Time to turn so turn
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Yesterday