"sarrow" poems
Im tired of all the lies I hide behind, so Im Breaking the ties to the past
Long lasting present because the past is the past not a cage,
and it also isn't a theatre
So this exsistance shouldn't be staged, cause this **** ain't funny like Bellamy,
You might think I've gone mad because I'm not listening to what you're tellin' me not to,
but I got to, in order to survive, because the self inflincted wounds are healing and hardening, I'm searching for a deeper punishment,
making life more enjoyable, laid back and not so tense,
you won't have to worry about what trouble I might be in next,
and you won't have to be burdened with disappointment when I fail your tests.
So I'll play this life like a game of spades,
by the time this game is over, my stomach will be corroded with rage
but I'll keep a pokerface,
hidden behind stoner charm, a smile,
a handsome face & tinted shades,
I know you're clearly blind to my bluffing,
and I know you see me today,
but my eyes are set on the worries of tomarrow and
my mind is still wincing from yesterdays sarrow
I'm alive but I'm dying inside
because the guilt and shame are smothering me,
not to mention I'm choking on regret,
Don't fret, because my face isn't turnin' blue, and my pulse isn't speeding up,
but my wrists are scarred, but not ******
and please don't worry because this won't happen agian,
not making any promises,
Lord please forgive me for I know that I have sinned,
I just needed some proof to remind me where I've been....
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
Green grass, Dark sky's
Sick people, painful Goodbys
Bright days, empty nights
People dying, pointless fights
Confused children, careless adults
Child abuse, countless faults
Doing drugs, peer pressure
Teenage pregnancy, unprotected pleasure
The sarrow of love, a torn apart heart
True love, being dranken apart
Family's at war, betraying friends
As a new day begins, another one ends
Children pleeding, parents leaving
Its just another shot, who ever knew it would be so ******* hard to stop!!
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
i had hoped that they would forgive me
but now my wrist poor out my hearts convictions
and under these sad condisions
i think that they would let me die alone
but thats what i get for thinking because
there hate has grown
please let me go on alone
let me sing this sad song
let go my chains so i can go wrong
please let me be misrable in my own cloud of hate
let me decide my own fate
dont make me heal
now i can feel
let me go home
ill bleed from the bone
ill die alone
ill bleed the deepest crimson
only then will my soul be let go from this prison
ill let all my tears flow
because then you will know
that soon this pain will brake me
and that your god has allready thought to forsake me
and when you wake tomarrow
YOUR TEARS WILL BURN WITH SARROW
because you will know that even though you stand here next to me
i am not there
i dont kare
you will come to my grave
you will think your self so brave
REMEMBER
i dont kare
because im not there
I DIED ALONE
this is the last time im going to say it
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 7:18 PM UTC
LOST Love.
i commit to the submission of your love, i feel the fire burn as it hurts so good, understood your pain in the trial of miscommunication, where we bolth feel frustrated over peoples lies, giving into the sensation of negative vibes so we start to decline. leaving us diveded into two unpredictable guids. We Remain unpatient that's why we cry for tomorrows night. Tears of sarrow flow from her eyes tightning up , i barrow time hoping she don't lose our love in this traggedy of mine. but it always happens tragicly combinding colision mixed with unloyalty depicting what could of been brighter then the suns shine. but the wine she drinks makes her heart less and the blood thin, breaking free from loves clinch and so the pain starts up again, and as gone with the wind replays in this closed cage. Fate always seems to open a new door in this conflicting maze. Entering another chapter, feeling less shame everytime the next page erases a lost love exchange. Leaving the same question, maybe i was the one to blame.. then again who doesn't like to play in the rain
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
you can't lose when there are booz,
unless you're tipsy and hella ditsy.
when yoou can't dance and your on you're old romance.
callin that man. Shit's hittin the fan.
why you a do that why don't you ***** that...
you're lookin dumm you can't have more ***
girl you've just lost you're pride
if you go hurl I'll give you a ride.
time to go home and put you to bed,
when you wake up you'll wish you were dead.
See you tommarow in the bed full of sarrow. ;[
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Flawed eventless, the muck to the mire
To the river crimson with lustful haze.
Supressed desire flows like light, rapture to the gaze.
Feverd, clamy, tossing, turning
Lying wrestless on the floor.
Sarrow slips, through the cracks,
to come smashing through the door.
Famin parched, the scream to the cry,
to the path trampled in fits of rage.
Unrelenting fire, burns like ice, denile in a cage.
Calm, relaxed, watching, breathing,
Standing idle at the sash.
Anguish waits at beck and call
to come crashing through the glass.
Hidden in a seamless world of delight and joy and glee
A fractured cloud of misery waits
to have its cake and thee,
to reval as it sulks with company.
Ever growing spawned by fear, deathly silent in its' plea
Eating away at the sinews of faith,
dispair awaits its' time to flea.
Akin to death, friend to evil, slient screaming in its' vain
Dissolving with trust the passion of the lust
Envy plies to its bain.
Passion and fire, burning desire, these monsters are not the same.
All too familiar, confusing just the same, betrayed by flesh.
What is there cannot be had, for surely this is no game.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
We compare people to hurricanes and storms
Acknowledging the beauty of natural force
Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men
But forgetting how these things end
With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts
Trembling in the shock of ruin
Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage
And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength
Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy
For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets
And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.
I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.
So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething
I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake
I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging
For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.
the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises
I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears
taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .
I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.
letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
abaonded by the insinciere
genuine in being ingenuine
my tears
tainted pain that hurts as much as the curling rods hot touch
visible scars serve as inadquted interpretations of the slef inflicted torture
but is it self inflicted?
self inflicted if you were the one that inflicted so much pain in the first place
hours and hours of agony
oh how one longs for the hot rod to take her away from such agony
(get used to being burned, when the devil has his turn)
don't touch me!
ur affection holds none
only using me to get what others can not give to you
wont give you
i want to scream at the affect of your touch
just like the curling rod
just like the knife
just like the razor,
pills,
rope,
needles,
that take my life
you cut into me worse then them all
but i let you
because hurting is 10times better than not hurting at all.
-The Effects of Sarrow
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
*Your skin caressing mine,
Our eye's reclined, naturaly drawn together,
(you are mine until the end)
spoken without words,
Lost in eachother, without time,
bound by compassion.*
The shades drawn back,
Photographs spilling tears and the ring you left behind,
reason me into believing you were real;
I looked to the sky,
You were no where to be found
the stars; I knew they would fade away eventually,
Not in my lifetime...
But you did,
leaving memories behind along with the sickness that filled your heart,
making mine heavy with discontent and disphoria,
though I am grateful for the time we spent together,
We are true love and my heart is forever yours.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
As I cry
and bleed
you are all i need
when i'm sad
and in sarrow
you are my Tomorrow
as i lay to rest
I see you are
The best
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
He was chilling.
He carried himself with a frozen solidarity,
something that Robert frost himself would be proud of.
Every candle that tried to melt the ice around him only melted any hope he had,
farther into the ground.
She was not just any candle though,
she was a blazing inferno.
Something that cause's even the most blinded eyes to turn and stare in awe.
The gleam,
burned his stubbornness,
his fear
and his sarrow.
Now his hope and love, along with her, were the only things that stood solid.
So they burned brightly together,
Into the night,
through the morning
and above in the stars.
A beautiful blaze.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Hello poetry
What's your name again?
Is it love?
Maybe sarrow
All these words
Ill have to borrow.
The feelings are mine
They are nothing new.
Hello poetry
Digging up these feelings
Hello poetry
You've started me believing
That ill soon be achieving
Everything I've been seeing
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Long time anger churning inside
blured vison but no one traveling aside
Alone
Handicaped, slowly moveing
Longing to hear your voice soothing
Reaching
Looking up at the night sky
Always wondering why
Questions
Puzzeled glazes burning a hole
all wonder if i poses soul
Pain
Dropes of liquid burning my cheek
Will i make it through the next week
Sarrow
Im broken inside
yet you still give me goodbyes
Empty dreams
These are words
that cry out with depression
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Saddness
Sarrow
Grief
Pain
All well up inside me
Like a deep pit
I try to climb out
Put I slip
And fall back in
Is there no light for me?
Is there no laughter?
Why all the darkness?
Why all the suffering?
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
the broken boy lays awake in bed
unable to control the thoughts in his head
he lies helpless, defenseless, and hopeless thoughts push deep. desolation relentless
the weight of the world is to much to bare
emotional muscles struggling, begin to tear
he asks for help, some sort of way out
he wails he pleads , heart filled with doubt
the broken boy lays awake in bed
the same old thoughts stirring in his head
he is stuck. unable to move. full of dread
the more he thinks, the more its fed.
the strain of his glutonish sarrow is unreal
he knows the mental scars will never heal
they are forever there embedded in his heart
until the day he escapes this toil, sweet depart
the broken boy lays struggling in bed.
the thoughts that **** him ringing in his head
"you are worthless. un lovable. and repulsive"
the urge to end it becoming more impulsive
he can no longer take it he wants to end it all
the broken boy gives up and begins to fall
into a deeper darker place than the one before
images running through his head, ****** gore
the broken boy stands on end, razors in hand
trying to hold back the urge, but thoughts command
he is scared, and ready to escape this reality
the razor slides across his wrist, and he takes a knee
he is dying. the blood loss is too much to flee regreting his decision he screams out why me
he begins to bawl his blood and tears blend
forms a pool of lost hope, unable to mend
the broken boy lays cold and dead. no more pain.
no more smiles, no more friends, nothing at all
no more running through leaves during fall
he ended his pain. but also ended his joy
that is the sad song. about the broken boy.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
I got played
Price is right
Bob Barker ***** made
Cold where I laid
The lies are bug poison
Raid
Heart to stone
What a trade
It was a love fade
I made she took
I cooked she ate
The price I payed
Heart Burn
Some one get the rollade
For ever I compensate
Incomplete never to communicate
The tape rolled on and on
This life has passed as I hallucinate
All yells
I panic
My world's havic
Can't hear nor see
To much static
Times divison minus plus
My curse is mathematic
Drama fanatic
Isn't she fantastic
Its all tragic
Plastic
Sarrow stick It must be black mangic
And I'm the magnetic
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
My heart is full of love
I try so hard to fit in
And it seems to go alright.
But here I am again
Alone
And yet another night goes by.
My mind is always telling me
That I don't belong.
I need something to numb the pain.
So here it is
This ******
Lost in this darkness
And I'm
Sick as ****
When will i stop?
I try my hardest
EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I still can't seem to be ok.
When will this all end?!
I dont want to live like this any more.
Restless legs,
And needles stuck in my arms.
Why cant I just stop this life,
And began a new one.
I'm begging myself to stop myself.
I'm tired of this dark nightmare
I want to stay all over again..
But you see the problem here is I like to feel dead.
I numb all my thoughts and my sarrow
Just By Getting High.
Ive spent over half my life..
Just getting high.
Drugs, drugs, and more Drugs.
That's all I know..
White drugs. Brown Drugs. Clear drugs, rough Drugs, Good Drugs And Bad Drugs.
They Come And Go.
I Hate this life.
I cant get my **** under control.
I can't just stop.
Destroying myself.
Trust Me
IVE TRIED.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:58 AM UTC
My Anger is scaryit brings sarrow to the ones I love, even myself
My Anger brings Pain,blood,tears from my heart
"The war must end at once" say's the person in my heart that cant stands up for me when Im afraid to.
My soul,Mind, are happy and proud because it tells me to get all that negative things out of my life,heart,soul.
But if everyone checks that person deep down in they're soul they would find everything that's wrong, And just bring that positive intov they're life
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Write me a poem that makes my cheeks burn
So that my only concern is how the world knows
all the ways you can tell me you hate me
Read me the lines of venom you spit when you speak
Because who cares about the tears that stain my skin?
My cheeks are a masterpiece of old emotion
But who cares?
When the words you write make people feel alive
They don't have time to ponder over my sarrow
I want to try and understand how you think
Why my voice grates your ears
Why my face conjures red infront of your eyes
Until you **** me with each cruel word
Your sharp edged pen now rested
My blood dripping from the tip
Write me a poem that makes me cry
All your cruelty wrapped into a small package
Written on old napkins or preformed on stage
Either way the audience claps
Or a waitress cleaning her tables at night will cry in awe
And my cheeks will burn red
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Many have said why do I write so much.
I said
"I been listening to the flow of art of my pen".
The beautiful voices that have said to me to CONTINUE.
You can listen to my pen and
what it has said
to this piece of paper.
There are times where I can no longer see myself as a person.
Only what's coming out of my pen,
The ink I compare my self to.
But where has the emotions gone to?
If I'm only ink?
Emotions that I can never discribe.
Ink that crys on it own
For every movement my hand makes,
A different form of pain comes out.
Emotions that can only be described through this pen.
Excietment, happiness, pain and sarrow,
all coming out at once.
There are nights where I close my self to the world, while under the night light preferring to open up with my Pen.
The last drops of ink has spilled
An said out loud
A Pen without ink is a Pen without it's owners soul.
By ERS
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
its been a long time since i saw you
its been a longer time since we dated
i still look at you with all the love i still have for you
but know it can not be
i look away with sarrow in my eyes
but as turn away
i hear your voice cut through the silents and say
remember are plan
i turn around with shock and disbelief in my eyes
just to see you smiling
later that day you come to have lunch with me
and just before you walk out that door
you give me a kiss
and smile
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Bare unto me thy demons,
Thy trials and tribulations,
Thy pities and sarrow,
Thy fears,
Thy issues,
Thy problems,
Thy confusions,
Thy anxieties,
All shall be exercised.
Exalt with me thy dreams and aspirations,
Thy goals,
Thy joys,
Thy ecstasy,
Thy enthusiasm,
Thy truths and certainties,
Thy love and compassion,
Thy radiance,
All shall be glorified.
Thou art worthy of this and more.
I beseech thee,
Allow trust to be thy emperor,
Empathy thy empress.
Share with me... fully and unabashedly.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC