"awfull" poems
I feel like I should write a drunken poem,
I think it would be great,
But it’s probably ******* awfull,
It’s also way too late,
To be doing anythig creative,
Especially when I’m this ******
And I can’t be bothered with rhyming,
Goodnight everyone
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
It's almost getting midnight
But it's weird because your the only thing on my mind
I wonder if it's you who will set me free from this awfull destiny
So I can enjoy almost every night
With you by my side
Like the way your head gently touch my chest
It makes my heart beats awfull fast
My breathing is getting heavier
But my mind tells me I'm getting happier
Watching you fall asleep
Is like watching a rainbow from beneath
My cheeks on your nice hair
gives my dreams a nice flair
I'm saying, i'm dreaming heavy
But I sort off lied accidently
Not about the dreams itself, but the ones you haven't heard
But right now my mind isn't clear
So glady I'm not feeling fear
Dreams about us not sitting under the sun, but lying beneath the moon.
Gasping for the stars
We show ourselves our inner scars
Shattered memories of the broken past
And we both don't want each other to be next
As your heart is like a locked gate
I can't help but wait
Because I know this must be fate
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
I spend the nights shaking. Drenched in sweat. I dream of you often. I do not want to, yet i do.
I've had dreams where my teeth where getting ripped off straight out my mouth. And yet the ones with you are the scariest ones to me.
I'm afraid i'm of no good use to you or to anyone else no more. Afraid i'll never get the chance to see you. Even for a minute.
I wish i could see you, even if i dropped dead an hour later. I no longer fear death. What is there to fear about it after all? It's only the end of a bad journey.. I'm afraid to die without one last great moment though.
I want to live. I want to live to see you smile again. No matter how confused i get at moments, your smile is one of the few things to help clear my mind. It just makes sence on such an awfull world.
I wish i never met you. Things would be more simple. And i would be feeling better. I'm afraid for you. Afraid that you won't make it through on your own. And that only scares me more.
What more is there left for me here? What more is there to live for? My chest is tight and i feel as if i breath fire through my lungs.
I light up my last cigarette and wonder if i'll live long enough to have another one later on..
Fear is a tertible burden to carry.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC