"dramaticly" poems
Where will this take us now?
Is it us who outruly guiding us as we march dramaticly to the next room?
Will it be us who slams the door shut, or will we be boxed in with some automatic door opening and closing as more and more people come right in? Will we move along romanticing every little acomplishment we do, or will we morbidly and silently stubble on as we are poked and proded to keep moving? Will we finally rest as we see fit, or will we be told we have done enough? We all can easily anwser this in a way most people would generaly. We could stubernly and pridefuly declare that nothing shakles and moves us from one feeding trough to the next. We could so easily be just another rebel with a hollow cause that eagerly awaits to rip open the binds of all those around him, and finally take his spot in the limelight of respect and admirition. We can continue to dream and strive to be the philisophical moses of our generation, and lead our fellow brothers and sisters into a time where we all walk at our own pase, we all slam the doors we ourselves opened, and take any path we wish to travel in a way we feel best suits us. We could all be the one to hold on to the chains, or let the cattle go, but all of us are simply black sheep. So again I ask, who? I do not know, but I non the less seek an anwser.
Where will this take us now?
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Ya I'm talking to the 50 year old guy at the bar
Telling him how growing up is nothing but a big fat *** scar
But **** it
Ya Im waking up at 6 am but Im still drinking like its the weekend
But **** it
Ya Im the one dancing on my own without anyone even playing a song
But **** it
Ya I cut everyone out of my life
But Im speaking to this drunk old guy and he seems fine
So **** it
Ya Im spending every penny Im making.
Even though I got to take care of who made me
They're growing old and its crazy
But **** it
Ya Im holding hands with the bartender
Ya I texted my crush on tender
Ya I sent a creepy fangirl essay to that singer
But **** it
Ya Im kinda depressed and Im creating such a mess
But **** it
Ya this system is making all of us opressed
And Im a slave working day and night
But still ******* my work up
Im trying to pull it together but they think Im not even tryin'
SO **** IT
Ya Im screaming my lungs out at you saying **** this world
And **** IT
So **** IT
Ya Im 22 and you think I'm being over dramaticly blue
But **** it
Ya my anxiety is kind of paralyzing me right now and I can't move
But **** it
Ya I seem weird cause I am weird
So **** IT
AND YA IM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SAYING **** IT
ya I might be damaging myself
But I dont know any other way yo exist
So **** ... it
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
They were walking side by side
As the wind whispered their secrets into their ears
As the truths were all they thought about
As the moon watched over them
As they gray sky looked down at them
They talked
They walked
They laughed
But inside they knew they were crying
It might have been funny
What they spoke of that distracted them
But it was not funny enough
The saddness still settled on their minds
Making their thoughts heavy
Their shoulders slump
Their emotions dramaticly fake
Their tears, smiles
Their eyes, peddles
Their bodies numb
Their mind sick
The saddness was a heavy rock on both their shoulders
A massive weight
Making them collapse
They spoke of how the sadness has effected them
The problems
Making them broken
"I'm not broken," the younger one said
She was smiling
pretending she was telling the truth
She wasn't
She was joking
Afraid her sadness was extra weight onto others, if they knew
"Yes, you are. You're always mad," the older one says
Knowing something was wrong with her, too
Yet, not knowing how torn she really is
Not even close
"Being mad, is how I show happiness," she says
"You're messed up," says the older one
"No, I'm not mad, I mean--a grumpy sound-- I am happy..you see? That's just how I show it," jokingly, insisting
They laughed
But she was so broken
She was so lost
She was so alone
She feels life slipping out of reach
Losing herself
She has no clue what to do with herself
The gray skys watch
And there was no moon watching
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
You know growing at one point in life we loved our childhood but now my life is even better now that i have you.
you make it so much better girl i just wanna make you happy
and now im free, free falling yeah free fallin you have me feeling like im on cloud 9
let be there for you girl cause i wanna be your forever
my life changed dramaticly when you told me we were through it made me feel like i didnt even wanna live anymore so i told myself i gotta change
so i searched high n low for a girl like you but there was no hope because nobody could ever replace you
so i wrote a note telling you that i wanted you back and if you came back then i would change i took it and hung it up three days later you walked in my house found my body laying on the floor you looked up and saw the note i wrote you just started crying and o how i wish i could wake up but i was already gone
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC