"oposite" poems
when i was young i couldnt wait to grow up
to do all the things ive wanted to.
most importantly i wanted to be happy
and free.
i pictured growing up to be perfect.
but that wasnt reality.
dissapointemnt fled through my body
when i finally grew up.
its was the complete oposite of perfection.
it was deception.
but after all i never really grew up
im just a little girl in a big bad world.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Heated tongues had no temperance to spare
Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence
Eyes held truths with no regards to context
*Illusions were never more real than when piercing
The heart left to bleed pounding desperately on the floor
Under the foot of merciless pain*
How do you explain the inexplicable?
Some things just end while others start
The resoning was perfectly logical
But ****** if anyone could see it
*Off they went onto seperate trajectories
Only to find the truth revealed in years of wastedness*
Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism
*It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belonged together*
*Far too late, as other sattlites they collected were now in the way
And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for*
And not a thing was learnt.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Heated tongues had no temperance to spare
Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence
Eyes held truths with no regards to context
Illusions were never more real that when piercing
The heart left to bleed pounding desperately on the floor
Under the foot of merciless pain
How do you explain the inexplicable?
Some things just end while others start
The resoning was perfectly logical
But ****** if anyone could see it
Off they went onto seperate trajectories
Only to find tge truth revealed in 20 years of wastedness
Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism
It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belonged together
Far too late, as other sattlites they collected were now in the way
And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for
And not a thing was learnt.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
I think now I can breathe
And finally accept the good life
Maybe give this whole affair a new shot
We are both pretty messed up
For different reasons of course
You and your past
Me and my future
Sometimes we are on oposite sides of the coin flip
Sometimes we are closer than two hearts can be
But we were always there for eachother weren't we?
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
no Bridge
all your loved ones on the oposite shore
brutal Raging Waters
life forces us to
no easy ways
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC