"serects" poems
I never understood when I was little and naive that a person could love someone more then they love themselves. That they let someone in so close to there heart and show them there pain and happiness and what that special person to feel what they feel. I never understood that and thought well I don't think I could ever want someone to know my deepest serects and my pain and thought that someone could maybe fix me. But I was never in love so I didn't understand. Now I do. I understand clear, clearer then a couple who had been together for 45 years. I never thought that loving someone could be the best and the worst pain I have ever had. I always heard about people falling in love and happy ever after but what happens when he doesn't want to be your ever after? What happens then? What happens when the prince leaves the princess after she thought that he was gonna save her? Being young and watching love and fairy tales never help. I didn't do anything wrong? I love you so much that I would of took your pain and make me feel it before it even touched you. I fought so hard like I was told to? I fell in love, love I never had ever known. I guess my prince wasn't who I thought he was. No one ever told me about letting go. How do I let go of everything I ever wanted? How do I let go of what I thought was perfection? I don't care what anyone said or how it makes me look I really loved everything about everything we had, but we had nothing. Please tell me where do I go and how to move on from a boy I loved more then I love myself. Make that a movie.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
...Let's put it this way:...
Burning building,
collapsed in it's fate,
deep under ocean;
ill-knowledge learned too late.
I wouldn't tell a soul.
You'd be last to know.
I swear not let it show.
And without saying goodbye,
I'd just go.
I'd just lift off.
It's the land I choose to trough.
Beauty-
rolled into your eyes,
staring,
notice,
clear blue skies,
dreaming of this person here,
is a fear,
realization to persevere,
never ever telling dear.
If I found to be,
you,
my enemy.
The red in me,
burning fire here to see.
The heart of mine,
gone black to thee,
Nothing left to keep it in,
If scratched it's way out of my skin.
If lost the mask and soon be shown,
Finally the truth me be known.
My heart is tainted,
What is that cause?
I shalt not tell,
Fear all be lost.
Shall I peep,
My life to hell,
No reversal for this spell.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
I'd like to think I am something specail. That i have some hidden talent, too shy and unpolished to crack the surface.
I'd like to think I just ignore my skills. Almost like my subconscious mind knows that the world could not handle such a powerful force as I at my peek. I think I tell myself these things...
So that I feel okay with knowing that I do not know.
For trying could mean failure. For failure, well, that will mean the serects I am feeling, the hidden talents I tell only to myself....could be just that...only to myself. I could be nothing.
I could be ******
A piece of ****
With no talent or skill or common sense.
But...in this why...I am a piece of **** with a quite hope.
And that's enough for now.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
In the night
When our shadows barely touch
anymore
I'm found running towards the moon
Anything that bares strange light
Pulling odd darkness from the tips of my toes
Your heart is as opacus
And as full of serects
as the grey matter that makes up my mind
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC