"furneral" poems
He is only 10 he should
be crying beacuse he
feel down,not beacuse
someone called him a ***
She's only 12,she
should be playing with
makeup,not razors..
He's only 14 he should be out with his freinds,
not tying ropes...
She's only 16, she
should be out on dates,
not staraving herself...
They were all 18, they
should have been
celebrating graduation,
not a furneral...
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
I feel that I am trapped by my dreams
Trapped in my dreams,
These things I need
Well it seems I need,
I need a vision of my future
I see my past in front of me
My brain traps me
This bed traps
This women laying next to me..
But, wait its just a dream
Please don's ask me what this means
Mars meets Jupiter
But only in my dreams
Define for me the definition
Of the things soon to be
It doesn't seem soon to me
What are we to be, is she to me
I do not see the answer
I only see the truth
The truth is coded in my viens
These hearts beats share dialect with my brain
Thinking of her but is she thinking of me
Who can seee the innner me?
Life lays in my bed, but she is mean to me.
She whispers to me my past, my pain
Tickling her tongue with their names
Pounding at my bones hoping they break.
My past, My pain
Why won't it go away?
Visions haunt my pupils
I can still feel the pain.
Reoccuring, memories of suprressed memories
I remember when I compressed those memories
Left them deep within me..Now they lay in my bed
Like an old friend, smirking, "Suprised to see me"
The things I fear, well things I feared
Nothing left to fear, besides those memories
Fate giggles at me
Death Laughs at me
The furneral its in the past so dont ask me
I dream of my future
Please let me catch my future.
Mars meets Jupiter
I see this women but only in my future.
Dreaming of my past
I can't forget the future
Visions burn my pupils
My bed is empty
I'm alone
But not in my future
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC