"nouthing" poems
Stick and stones can Braked your bones
But words will tear your soal into tiny pieces
Maybe not all at once
But little by little
Slice by slice
The wounds will heal
But the wounds of the soal takes more the just time
And if those wounds don't heal
U die, not physically you can't be that Lucky
, no I can't be that lucky
When your soul bleeds it bleeds hope
Hope of change, hope of man kind, and hope that you are not the words, that people call you.
My soul has ran dried befor,
Sliced way to many time
And me with no confidence to stich it back up
I was to the point of opting out,
Saying **** it.
I was tired of being called a freek tired of being told that I am less
That my life ment nouthing
Then I started to bleave it
That the world would be better with out me
And hell it would of been
I did not contribute to this world
Never made a change
I was so **** close
Blood flowing down my wrist
My mettifulical soul
Looking like my wrist
And obviously I lived
But you don't get over that kind of **** alone
It doesn't despair
It builds
U need a rope to get out of that rapid
You know what mine was.....
Words
The same thing that sliced my soal
That night I dreamed
That I was a writer
That my words did more good than the words of the outhers did harm
Not just for me but for others like me
Despair oozing out of them
Hatred coating there mind
That the only thing keeping them alive
Was the fact they cut across the tracks and not along
The next day I wrote
I wrote stories and poems
Letting my worries of the fuecher draw hope from the page and into me
Letting me clime out of my self pity
Without drugs
Without other people (the way I do everything)
And I lived
Not like I was, day by day
No I was finally alive I wanted to live
Not just because its what was expected
But I wanted this, I wanted my dream
I wanted to save not just my life
But some one else
To tell them
Yea words can beat you down, drag you to your grave, dig u a 9foot grave and berry you
But they can also brang you back to life, more alive than before.
Words can give you some thing that you felt you never had
Love, and love is what repair the wounds of your soul,
Show you that you have a reason to live,
No matter if those words are internal or external
They can heal you, and free you from the world that I once feared
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Every one tells me I'm smart
But I'm not
I am not intelligent I'm just observant
I see why X=Y
I see why America faught in wwII
I see why people make fun of me
And I remember all the **** you've said to me
No I'm not a genius but I'm smart enough to see though you
You thank your better than me
Keep on thinking your fashion makes you better
Keep on thinking that your life is more than mine
I'm smart enough to see that when you rag on me
You alwow your self to believe if you diss me
That the you see in me
The you that you hate to see would not be thair
I can see all the hate in you
I see all the pain in you
Say all that **** about me
Make it seem that I'm the imperfect one
I use to be like you
Constantly denying who I am
Never allowing me to be
Always thinking what they think of me
Only knowing what they known of me
Only cairing what they wishted for me
But I'm not like that any more I see who I am
Not what people cair to see
But who I am
Who I want to be
Every aspect I hid befor
All that i wished for no one to know
I do not deny them eny more
I am not who any one thanks I am
I am not what people want me to be
I am not even what I want to be
I am me
Nouthing more nouthing less
I am who I am
No reson to deny this
And just like I am who i am
You are who you are
No mater if you deny it
No mater if you hide it
Fact is you was made to be who you are
No amount of friends can change that fact
And you will see this like I did
You will make friends that do not size you up
No mater how ****** up you seem to be
They will be their for you
It's just a mater of time before you see who you are
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
Rain drips from my hands
Mixed with blood
The endless flood will hinder my plot
But still I smile
I know I'm doing wrong
As I step over the first body of the night
And I can't help my self from asking the obvious
"am I going to hell? Do I deserve nouthing else?"
It's to late though it has started
I raised my gun
And fire into a guy
No idea who he was
No mater
He was in the wroung place at the wroung dam time
His family will morn
But **** happens
If theirs a god he will repay the goon
And I shail be punished
So no point in stoping to wonder
As I'm opened fired on
I laughed a grenade be hind their cover
With the explosion all sound stopped
Besides the screams that shall haunt me to the grave
As I entered the last room my target looked at me
A kid of 10
Not much older than mine
I raised my gun and fired
Sealing both of our lives
One to hell
And one to heaven
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
It approaches
That's all that matters
It comes ever closer
With a speed that none are clear of
But none can live with out knowing the result
Death is coming
And I feel her hands grasping for my neck
I see her coming
Not a threat
But a promise from reality
She is hear to make the balance
Her presents scatters all
But I wait for her
My life I wish was worth more
But because of my own mind I never allow my self
To clim
To aprouch the heart of my existence
I sat never grasping
As death Grasp for me
She is hear and it's all my falt
I have allowed my life pass me by
Just let the sand seep though my hand
I have forgotten the reson I'm hear
Never venturing
Never gaining
Just waiting for her to come
To clame what is hers
But as she grasp my through she stops
"why do u not fear me"
She said this to my emotionless face
"all Flea befor me and yet you stair at me
As if You could cair less if I came"
"I do not fear you
Since I knew you would come
I do not reglet leveling this place
For I got nothing for me"
She grasped my hand
She looked in my lifeless eyes
Her eyes was not like mine
But the opposite
Thouse eyes showed me what I missed
The crush I alow to flote by
The people I pushed away
She showed me what could of been
That crush becoming more
Her braking my heart
My frainds pick the peaces up
And me continuing my life
"I will be back one day"
She said as her eyes reflected what I could be
But not because of you
I will come for what you owe
But not now"
She left me
My complete oppiset
And I cried
Hear I am seeing nouthing but love and life
And all I cared about was the death
The heartache
But she grasped the reality of life
Death knowing more of life
Than the living
The morning after I cleaned my wound
Life seemed just the same
But I still herd deth in my head
Tell Me to live
And so I did
I coted my wounds with a jacket
And seeked what I could not see
With out death
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
Deeply disturbed
That is what my life is
How I switch from obsessions
To obsessions
And so I fear this will be me
No mater how high my ladder will go up
I'd just come back down and start anew
That's me I geuse
For better or worse
But know this if nouthing else
You are not an obsession for me
That will end any time now
You are apart of me
For evermore
I will strees about you
How you seem to see all I hid
How you know who I am
No mater what is perceived
I will strees on the fact I can never say
How I feel
Unless I write
So take these word and keep them safe
Because are my forever obsession
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC