"ingored" poems
Rose bloom even in dawn
Never withered once in my heart
How I miss October so much
The time you first give a roses to a girl name I
I never wanted these to ever happen
Cause I know I really need you most of the time
How I miss October so much
I try to comfort that you will be the last of my life
You, crossed my mind everyday, every night
I, try ingored it everything and everytime,
How I miss October so much
Cause, this is the month I met you the one of my life
Everything moving too fast
Even faster in all the time I got
How I miss October so much
Cause everything change between us
Each time I tell myself to let it go
My heart don't ever want to try to
How I miss October so much
Even you never ever be mine
I try and try to moving on
Forget memories, also forget ours
How I miss October so much
Because I know I dissapointed you very hard
I keep dreaming about you in the darkness night
You never leave me all the time I got
How I miss October so much
Even you never want me in your life
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Into the night, the quiet, still, and cold
Treading this ground is a task for the bold
Ancient whispers still linger at the edge of the light
Calming your fear and hiding fright
Mistakes lead you now to the middle of the wood
Empty promises haunting while intentions were good
Swallowed by darkness and consumed by fear
Demons are calling and wooing your ear
Alone in the blackness you follow them down
Past a grave and a cross to a hole in the ground
From this hole comes a stench, ****** and foul
Thoughts of transgression ingored until now
Your body goes stiff for a second or two
All emotions have left you, all except two
Unable to run from these demons you dread
As the fight continues inside of your head
Screaming and shouting there seems like no end
Where is God, when the devil claims he is your friend?
All you can do now is turn to the light
Push back the fear to wage war on the night
Swallowing curtains of pain and dispair
As the moon shines above with its luminous glare
You take all your burdens and force them to flee
The battle now ending, you set yourself free.
A light starts to flicker in the dead of the night
A beacon to those enduring their fight
Drenched in sweat from your brow to your cheek
Bearing strength as a man who once was weak
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 3:32 PM UTC
How did I get there??
These words used to flow,
used to put, straight from my soul.
Now my heart is empty,
my flesh is angry,
and my soul, oh my soul, is so weak,
and so must be the words I speack.
Torrential down pour of fear,
when I see your name appear,
Upon a screen, call----Ingored.
My words have become weak,
I can hardly even do a few lines.
Is it you? or is it mea,
Holding back so I can't see.
The world is so open and I want to go.
But, I am being held back.
I hold on, and so do you.
But what if we're holding on to different things?
And this love is not as it all seems.
Falling and breaking apart at the seams,
How could you have possibly meant
what you said?
Dissapointment, immature, not wise,
these are the things your saying to me.
I don't think that they are entirely true,
but what can I do?
Today is new,
and you'll want nothing to do
with last nights call.
But if it was you,
Standing here in my shoes,
What would you say?
You don't want to stay? and just go work.
Everyone needs a break.
Everyone needs some space
To breath, to look back and see
just what their words might be,
to some one open, and vulnerable
Often knives come at me from your mouth,
I've learned to deflect them all.
But now it is my turn
to let you know how it feels when
all of you fails.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC