"experianced" poems
The unspoken entity that follows me daily, follows most everyone. Whether it be upon my back, burdoning me with its weight, heavy in emotions and dark thoughts...or at a distance, hidden but felt easily. The darkness....that is the beast's shadow. While its shadow may weigh heavily upon any who fall prey to its feel, the beast itself is a force to be reckoned with. Those that have fought off the beast know that even being in its pressence is the lowest that they have ever found themselves within the depths of their mind. However, those that have only experianced it's shadow, also known as the darkness, know that the beasts shadow is not easily dealt with either. So we must drudge on until we find a moment in which we might escape the beast and it's shadow all together.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
Strips of my heart vibrating
Every now and then
Tell me oh stranger
Have you casted a magic spell over me when!!!
Things were much easier
When we were strangers
Windows of my core now started to shatter
Since we shared the flavour of freedom
Watch of my consciousness have lost its array
Strange but true,
It started to travel in a reversed way
Mirror of my mind now refuses to register any other face
Since it have experienced your charming access
Shades of my anomalism have experianced a mutation
Since you owned my life's possession
Clouds of my eyes even if shifted
Still it wets my cheek
Way back to my existance
Now m turned into fleas
Walking along the lanes of my creativity
Now seems like more easier
Way back to my heart
It feels like more cosier
Tell me oh stranger
What u have done and why
Stolen my heart and left me half way!!!!!!!
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Poetry is not a hobby
one can practice a hobby
showcase it
compete against others
But poetry can't be forced
No one can just sit and write
without having experianced
pain
bliss
love
woe
calm
chaos
There must be feeling or emotion
the distruction of monotony
somthing much more
than just words
on a page.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
I see threw my eye eyes and every ****** up mistake i have made. life is what makes the truth appear. even every fake identity to hide. people say to you when your next mistake will cost your own life. i rather be alone so i don't have to think about ever mistakes that make your own self. this world is like a cloud of regrets. theirs no possible to redeem your self to prove this world wrong. society is a regret i feel has no limits only mistakes that plan before hand.
lies on regrets lies all plane lies your own mistakes make you more experianced for the next generations shine
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC