"icant" poems - Hello Poetry

iJust Want To Escape From Reality once again. Heartfull of Pain, Pipe Full of Magic Im Having So Many Racing Thoughts, wild emotions zoning i feel like Im losing it Again, iwant Outs at this moment i want to Scream **** THIS" And Run Away again. Icant cope With this, its too much iwant to feel numb and forget.

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

iTurn to.

iJust Want To Escape From Reality once again. Heartfull of Pain, Pipe Full of Magic Im Having So Many Racing Thoughts, wild emotions zoning i feel like Im losing it Again, iwant Outs at this moment i want to Scream **** THIS" And Run Away again. Icant cope With this, its too much iwant to feel numb and forget.

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**** *** Am iDoing Making This Worse For My Self iJust Begun And Re Picked Up This iS Were iT Starts. Should Begin To Worry iTs Way To Early! Already On A Thin Line The Last Chapter iN My Life till My Death Story. iM Killing Me Slowly By Taking This Substance. My Times Ticking My Hearts Beating As iContinue To Use More Like Abuse. iCant Just Take 1 Line Or Smoke 1 Bowl And Save The Rest. iGo All About And Have To Do Every Last Bit. Then iGo On Again To Finding A Way To Get More Of it

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

Got iT Got iT

**** *** Am iDoing Making This Worse For My Self iJust Begun And Re Picked Up This iS Were iT Starts. Should Begin To Worry iTs Way To Early! Already On A Thin Line The Last Chapter iN My Life till My Death Story. iM Killing Me Slowly By Taking This Substance. My Times Ticking My Hearts Beating As iContinue To Use More Like Abuse. iCant Just Take 1 Line Or Smoke 1 Bowl And Save The Rest. iGo All About And Have To Do Every Last Bit. Then iGo On Again To Finding A Way To Get More Of it

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iRun... & iCant Seem To Get Away. iTry Harder to Escape. But iTs Still behind me, chasing. iCant Stop To Catch Some Air and rest Its Quick and will get the best Of me iHide Nomatter Whrre, it manages To Find Me. Im trying my hardest To get Away And it always seems to get Its way back to me ICry About it Whispers appear, They turn into voices, remind me Of how Much iHate life And tells me if i stop and hold its Hand it promises to take all Misery away

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

Always Finds me.

iRun... & iCant Seem To Get Away. iTry Harder to Escape. But iTs Still behind me, chasing. iCant Stop To Catch Some Air and rest Its Quick and will get the best Of me iHide Nomatter Whrre, it manages To Find Me. Im trying my hardest To get Away And it always seems to get Its way back to me ICry About it Whispers appear, They turn into voices, remind me Of how Much iHate life And tells me if i stop and hold its Hand it promises to take all Misery away

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deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

Poet-i-t-m

the battle within

deephate lossand anguish it all mixesinto onelargemess somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed or is it halfopen to you whofeel myheart—does itevenbeat hard totell youcant know whati befeeling howcan you foolsunderstand youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE theresnothing youcando tosave mefromthis pit of des- pair ilike theblack ofthis smallroom iusedto likepink iwanted tobe apretty princess andlive inacastle witha kingso kind butdreams dont cometrue learnthisnow youfools dreams are like pa- per burningin theFLAMES OFHELL just like me . . . . do not give up myChild I still loveyou myChild youvegone farther than rockbottom butlisten to Me listen listenlisten toMe . . . . I THOUGHT I GOTRIDOF YOU HOWDARE YOU COMEINTO THIS SOULOFMINE LEAVEHER ALONE you are so alone myfriend cantyousee noonecares about you theylie when theysay dothose fools listentomee tome listen to me . . . . thischaos inside icannotcontrol itatall iwantto SCREAMAND SHOUTbut icant i wantto crybut icant letgo of me setme FREE p l e a s e . . . . up uplook upMy Child iamnot faraway letyourheart beat beat beat again takemy hand myChild iwill neverleave younor forsake you myChild istill love you . . . . is that alight itsbeenso dark for solong imnot evensure what lightlooks like do i dareto hope dare tolook up up up . . . . YOU FOOL thereis nolight light doesnot exist ithought youwould have LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW theonly waytogo is down down down . . . . here iam myChild here i am take my hand please dontlook down dontlook down i still loveyou myChild ido i do . . . . i cant lookdown doi darelook up amieven worthit thelight is faint butican see it clear as day . . . . NO YOUFOOL you arenot worthy you cannot hope donteven try hope is frail youcant trust hope . . . . i surprise myself istill look up ithink maybe there is a littlehope maybethere is a little hope . . . . yes myChild there is hope still look up and see the light gets bigger warmer see me here I still love you myChild I still love you . . . . NO YOU FOOL no you fool no you fool . . . . the light is warm the light is bright i like the light i like the light . . . . no dont leaveme here alone listen to me one last time . . . . LEAVE MYCHILD ALONE myChild you are safe here in the light you are safe here in the light i still love you.

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I cant even try . It makes me want to die. I listen to you lie. And I remember why. Icant have you in my life. Your always causing strife. Thats what makes you HIGH. Your always trying to pry, And you manipulate my time. Your always ******* with my mind. I sit here and I cry.... I cant have this in my life. I dont know how to say goodbye.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC

myhumbleopinion

Too much here to deny

I cant even try . It makes me want to die. I listen to you lie. And I remember why. Icant have you in my life. Your always causing strife. Thats what makes you HIGH. Your always trying to pry, And you manipulate my time. Your always ******* with my mind. I sit here and I cry.... I cant have this in my life. I dont know how to say goodbye.

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i Genuinely Just Cant Cope With Recovery iTurn into This Tearful pathetic Mess and get more depressed. Krazie How One Thing Can Change Your llife Forever iTs Like iKnow All The Right Things to do To maintain sober Ijust cant apply them To myself

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Sep 6, 2014

Sep 6, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC

Pearlsmoke

iCant Recovery

i Genuinely Just Cant Cope With Recovery iTurn into This Tearful pathetic Mess and get more depressed. Krazie How One Thing Can Change Your llife Forever iTs Like iKnow All The Right Things to do To maintain sober Ijust cant apply them To myself

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If this life only gonna make me feel sad If this life gonna show me only the dark side If this life gonna bring me down Sorry this is not me I can't just go and hide Sorry Icant surrender I'm following the shining side I was young And everybody was so cruel Everybody was so rude I was so good just for their ego I wanna change my life I wanna leave so far far away to a place where doors are open AND NO ONE IS BROKEN

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Oct 21, 2013

Oct 21, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC

nesrine-ben

If this life....

If this life only gonna make me feel sad If this life gonna show me only the dark side If this life gonna bring me down Sorry this is not me I can't just go and hide Sorry Icant surrender I'm following the shining side I was young And everybody was so cruel Everybody was so rude I was so good just for their ego I wanna change my life I wanna leave so far far away to a place where doors are open AND NO ONE IS BROKEN

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Wage-slave, renter, debt-ower doer of nothing now, but consumption - I consume power - I use power another might - I listen to the news, I seldom read I tried, I tried, said the tennis worker, whose name caught my ear- Stefanos Tsitsipas, sounds like Sisyphus, my happy reminder. We push our way to new places, or we may pay our pointy gnosis snif ifery attention to sign-if-icant curiosis need, to know way to go. At tend to, that, we all need that one thing, one needful thing, one thing we do, that none other may do, we see one thing- this is me, my bit of us, we bubble with joy when doing this, doing this, and that, another doing that, and, indeed, we do as we see one thing… form a point to life, poetry, the mythic force. Eustacy, joy's veritable power, swells with a feeling now called pride. Joy is not the pride that comes before the fall. Joy, heartfelt, next-worldly joy, you know, Joy bell bubbling soul joy, sensational, subtle, so soft sometimes, whispers wish wish wish sweep away the first formed fear, now, know the need to know is not a treasure to be horded omagod.. jagonnasayit jesu save us, all the treasures, cried to the priest, the host, cried out to Na'amah, some tales tell, is it true? --maybe, but, it's a retell of a retold tale, --In this story, Na'amah is Noah's wife, -- she who bhor alone the knacks of Cain --- live lyve liv e set free for future use --- gibberish, you wish, but future use telley-osis-echo-ist ping ping ping scrub jay emphasizes, earth time, listen there are maybes that never are, scrub jay saying, here am I, there are you, this is what we do. -- then a breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.

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Jun 14, 2021

Jun 14, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC

kenpepiton

A breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.

Wage-slave, renter, debt-ower doer of nothing now, but consumption - I consume power - I use power another might - I listen to the news, I seldom read I tried, I tried, said the tennis worker, whose name caught my ear- Stefanos Tsitsipas, sounds like Sisyphus, my happy reminder. We push our way to new places, or we may pay our pointy gnosis snif ifery attention to sign-if-icant curiosis need, to know way to go. At tend to, that, we all need that one thing, one needful thing, one thing we do, that none other may do, we see one thing- this is me, my bit of us, we bubble with joy when doing this, doing this, and that, another doing that, and, indeed, we do as we see one thing… form a point to life, poetry, the mythic force. Eustacy, joy's veritable power, swells with a feeling now called pride. Joy is not the pride that comes before the fall. Joy, heartfelt, next-worldly joy, you know, Joy bell bubbling soul joy, sensational, subtle, so soft sometimes, whispers wish wish wish sweep away the first formed fear, now, know the need to know is not a treasure to be horded omagod.. jagonnasayit jesu save us, all the treasures, cried to the priest, the host, cried out to Na'amah, some tales tell, is it true? --maybe, but, it's a retell of a retold tale, --In this story, Na'amah is Noah's wife, -- she who bhor alone the knacks of Cain --- live lyve liv e set free for future use --- gibberish, you wish, but future use telley-osis-echo-ist ping ping ping scrub jay emphasizes, earth time, listen there are maybes that never are, scrub jay saying, here am I, there are you, this is what we do. -- then a breeze of if-I-knew asked me for a lift.

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