"forbades" poems
I want to write, but what about?
I have nothing to say, no words to make.
Every idea is just a half bake.
I want to learn, but how?
I can't focus for long, my attention span fades.
Every idea it forbades.
I want to love, but whom?
Who would ever have feelings for me?
Doomed to loneliness for eternity.
I've put little effort into this,
But maybe that's ok.
I don't need to work hard every day.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
fire won't keep demons at bay
sometimes I have nothing to say
I find myself drifting far away
from any whisper of night or day
I sit alone and I hide
in shades of black and white
in shapes of dark and light
sometimes silence hurts my eyes
the smoke consumes and fades
giving me what this world forbades
a little love for the slave
every noise is full of rage
pretending tears don't lie
they'll caress me until I die
in my dreams when I cry
a thousand years pass me by
and I am there as here I was
sometimes I always feel so lost
it makes me feel like a corpse
that I am the one who has to rot
and all the drugs in the world
can't buy me enough hurt
all the drugs of this world
can't fill my heart and **** this love
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC