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"becomeing" poems
I follow you like an obsession Seeing your life from the outside Noting the smiles that frequent your face The contentment of yourself in that space I no longer see that disturbed longing to be free of that place That backwater town that has no place for me in it No future Besides a deadpan existance leading its citizens astray or Contenting them with a simple life You have those who love you Genuine friends and you seem to find a way to be busy Find enjoyment in that simple existance Not seeking out the exoteric meanings of life Re-emerging back into that mentality of everyday people Happy with just being in the moment in time Devoid of that driving passion to find meaning in this life To understand the worlds complexities and learn the beauty that is humanity The vision I have escribed to myself to seek the truth in this world To see the nasty and feel a sense of calm in the face of our own self destruction Feeling as if my mission drives and beliefs are becomeing coersive to your health How do I connect with you anymore? You who used to abore the simplicity of your upbringing I see it now As you talk to your brothers and sister I try to communitcate experience your world But I am an outsider to this realm My words don't fit And all eyes make me feel castrated I don't speak as they do, I use words they don't understand A language and understanding that they do not employ Not saying that I am better than anyone of them Because I know I am not Humble to the fact That they don't find those things worth doing Worth any merit Secular in their reasoning I see you fit this mold This world where I cannot speak Without offending or offering explination Leaving me mute, Feeling outcasted Dumb to the workings of their order. But you are a camilion blending in Taking that world as your own Transforming before my eyes into someone I don't know Or would know if I had realised you were Developing without me It is subtle this changing How the conversation gets more complex on my end Reaching out for anything that will relate you back to me My mind becoming a blockade A boundary to you Where I crave none I feel you here in my being Shifting changing The face you show me smiling happy Loved and no longer in need of me Wondering when you will see this yourself When this distance will become leagues And you determine whether it is worth it to cross
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
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I follow you like an obsession Seeing your life from the outside Noting the smiles that frequent your face The contentment of yourself in that space I no longer see that disturbed longing to be free of that place That backwater town that has no place for me in it No future Besides a deadpan existance leading its citizens astray or Contenting them with a simple life You have those who love you Genuine friends and you seem to find a way to be busy Find enjoyment in that simple existance Not seeking out the exoteric meanings of life Re-emerging back into that mentality of everyday people Happy with just being in the moment in time Devoid of that driving passion to find meaning in this life To understand the worlds complexities and learn the beauty that is humanity The vision I have escribed to myself to seek the truth in this world To see the nasty and feel a sense of calm in the face of our own self destruction Feeling as if my mission drives and beliefs are becomeing coersive to your health How do I connect with you anymore? You who used to abore the simplicity of your upbringing I see it now As you talk to your brothers and sister I try to communitcate experience your world But I am an outsider to this realm My words don't fit And all eyes make me feel castrated I don't speak as they do, I use words they don't understand A language and understanding that they do not employ Not saying that I am better than anyone of them Because I know I am not Humble to the fact That they don't find those things worth doing Worth any merit Secular in their reasoning I see you fit this mold This world where I cannot speak Without offending or offering explination Leaving me mute, Feeling outcasted Dumb to the workings of their order. But you are a camilion blending in Taking that world as your own Transforming before my eyes into someone I don't know Or would know if I had realised you were Developing without me It is subtle this changing How the conversation gets more complex on my end Reaching out for anything that will relate you back to me My mind becoming a blockade A boundary to you Where I crave none I feel you here in my being Shifting changing The face you show me smiling happy Loved and no longer in need of me Wondering when you will see this yourself When this distance will become leagues And you determine whether it is worth it to cross
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im becomeing weak but only of a shear i have no fear even when i make others tear as i seem to fade but not of age i go into the light with all my might its a delight
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
pushing your limits
When did we become so deaf To the screams of lonelyness Why is this the path we walk To prideful to say we've lost When did we become unfeeling Blind to a touch Deaf to yeilding Why is this the road we've paved When did we become so hard Rage and lust becomeing all we are Why have we laid down these tiles A path that holds not reconcile Why is this the world we've made Why is home not a safe place Why are caght up in the lights Why is life eaisily left behind By; Breannah Cross
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
When
my days are long. but i dont trust trust the words of the con man. my eyes glow red when i have been lied to by a friend. i told him he digging his grave. the further you play your tricks the deeper you will go. every lie you said made your own wish to be roting internal hell. every lie is your life sentence for how long you want to be draged down to hell. you wont even know what to say cause im an the devil. the deeper you dig is the harder the punishment you put on your self. no one trust you any more no one knows why you try to talk when people have found your ***** book of lies you wrote down every day to save or get out of what means to your own world. every lie you said has people becomeing angery for you the biggest mistaky you have became your not real your just the lies you put on your self. every one els is living we but you have dug your self deeper deeper in to hell. with nothing to even save your self.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
the people that lie dig there ******* grave