"anyother" poems
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
It's impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
I woke up this morning
No different than anyother day.
As I do every morning
I made my way into the shower
I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror
They reflect back to us ourselves
Physically they show how we appear before others
Metaphorically they show how we are inside
Reflecting our inner emotions and thoughts
I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror
Who I saw was no longer me
That boy,
If he truly is human...
Was not me
Perhaps I am but a former shell of who I was
Or is it that I didnt see the changes so obvious to others?
I make more mistakes than I can keep up with
Snapping at you
Turning on others
Making poor decisions and ultimately
You said im pushing you away...
Id rather die if I didnt have you
Petty and pathetic as that is
There is no meaning to my life otherwise
So...
Who is this person in the mirror before me?
I cant recognize him and I dont know how to bring me back
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
I feel so bad,
Whenever I get you involved,
In this hell I live in, i hate making you suffer,
But I have to say,
I like that you listen,
When i pour my heart out, looking for something to love again,
You're always there,
When my vision shades gray,
And its like Im all alone,
Your always right there,
Telling me about a better day,
Love is great, when you get love from someone like you
I can finally talk to someone,
Who wont judge me, and turn me away when theres nothing interesting to say,
You stick by me,
And I wouldnt want it anyother ******* way,
I've said it before, and I'll say it again,
You really are my bestfriend, and you always have been,
Thats what makes us click,
A simple connection,
And the ability to show emotion.
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
You tell me you love me,
And believe me when I tell you love,
I really do, love you too,
You're my whole world,
They swear I'm too young to fall in love,
But I'm head over heels, fell fast and hard,
But its okay, because you were right there to catch me,
And never let me hit the ground,
I drive myself crazy thinking about you,
Because you're just breath taking,
Thinking of you every minute of the day,
And I'm pretty sure if I didn't have you,
I'd just go ******* crazy,
You changed me,
Now I actually care about things I swore I never would,
Stopped all the bad habits I picked up trying to cope with my tragic life,
Now, all I need to feel better, is you,
And I wouldn't want it anyother way,
Because baby, you're my reason to breathe,
I swear you changed me,
The blades I hid away are all gone,
Thrown away,
Because with you, I don't need the pain to be okay,
All I need is you, because no matter what anyone says,
I do, I really do,
I just love you, and only you.
I can't control this love, its just too strong,
And its not something I'm willing to let go,
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Was I kept up last night by my thoughts
Did I pass out at 3am too tired to even live the nightmares in my head.
On anyother occasion idve been plagued by them, left defenceless and helpless
Id rather lie here awake and be a mess tomorrow than to awaken drenched in sweat unable to breathe a mess tomorrow either way.
No matter how much I tried I couldnt get you out of my head,
That image along with...
In any instance that cold lifeless body of yours becomes a reality
Id gladly lie beside you and take my own to be by your side
Love is,
*Living eternally by your side
Dying by your side*
All but that the images haunt me,
******* me to my core until im trembling and quivering my lip
Until I can identify as broken as I fall to my knees
It becomes too much for me and I find myself breaking down in tears
Oh how pathetic
Dealing is never a word I would use,
Yet how do you deal with the demon itself in your dreams?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
B-b-birthday gal,
Walking down her b-b-birthday hall,
In her b-b-birthday gown,
looking like a ******* clown.
It's my birthday, and its a day like anyother day,
I don't feel any older but I suppose it makes a difference,
Because A-a-age does matter, well in this world,
And A-a-age can get you a lot of things.
I can get a job, and work my way to the top,
I don't have to pay any T-t-taxes, and I'm still living with my mom.
And I w-w-wish, that my dad can s-s-see this.
Watching me age up, into a young adult.
I guess it for the b-b-best, everything happens for a reason.
And I guess, I'm turning 15
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Don't you hate it when tear drops stain the pages,
Of all the things you've written,
Trying to forget all the rage,
Just letting the tears fall when theres nothing left to loose,
When all you can think about is your mothers obsession with *****
Or maybe anyother problem you have been forced to face,
Why not wake up to another hell of a day,
When you never actually got to sleep anyway,
Why not cry yourself to sleep at night,
When you'll wake up to this torture every ******* day,
Theres just no point in living this life,
Because its only filled with sorrow, and strife,
So I confide all my problems, in this blade,
The pain lets me live on for just another day, before I repeat and bleed again,
Its not a process I'm proud of,
But I'm facing the fact that I have a problem, and I need help..
Now do you see? why I need therapy.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
Try as I might, I cannot refer to you with anyother title
For you had unfortunately raised me
You stood there
Unaware, as my childhood grazed me
I never saw it coming
You never asked for me
I never wanted this to happen
For you to cry over me
I thought you'd be glad
You got what you wanted
Me out of your life
But like a ghost I still haunted
Your memories of regret
Your memories of pride
All those nights crying
We shamelessly lie
I'm sorry you find your sanity in a bottle of wine
I'm sorry I find mine in a bottle that was prescribed
We both need our peace
We both need our distance
If it helps you to know
I'd love you to listen
About how I still care, deep in my heart
I'm sorry that our minds
Tore us apart
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
We ALL
Know Jesus
::
Therefor
your STORY (or POEM )
About him
Counts like anyother
--
*"Of all the multiple-universes
We had to meet in one like this!"*
--
We need THE REAL
Not all the phony priest ****
--
We all ARE Jesus!
--
Get your head on straight
It's the beginning
NOT THE END
-666-
-----
When you meditate
JESUS means:
ONE note
Of the Divine Soind
ONE spark
Of the Divine Light
ONE taste or scent
Of the Divine Nectar
THE SUBLEST movement
That leads to breath
---
THE CREATOR
OF CREATION
IN OTHER WORDS
THE EYE (I)
THAT IS EVERYONE WHO WOULD HAVE IT SO!
SELAH!
--666--
////
Perhaps I should have said
everyone who would DARE have it so
..
There IS a truth to the original poet's poem of THE CROSS
((An amazing allegory!)
Especially so in the primal hebrew
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Checking the trap lines
Down by the river
The cool Fall air
Sending a slight shiver
There was no doubt about it
Winter was on the way
But he loved the mountain man life
And wouldn't have it anyother way
Living in town
Was out of the question
And brought a grimace to his face
At just the suggestion
An 18th century man
In today's modern time
That made no sense to him
No reason nor rhyme
But to each their own
He lived and let live
Slow to anger
And quick to forgive
With his simple life
He was so content
As just living in nature
His life was spent
The mountain man life
In a little cabin in the woods
For that my friends
I would give up all this world's goods.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
I can’t sleep again
For the second night in a row
Which is quite odd of me
Because I sleep a lot
It’s because of my friend’s words
And yes I know my poems are getting repetitive
But I don’t have anyother way
Of trying to get my mind off of it
I’m just really afraid
And really worried
That he might do it
And I still don’t know why he wants to
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC