"sufffered" poems
Every time I'm alone, with nothing to do.
All I can think about is you.
I've tried to forget you, erase you from my mind.
But I guess that's kind of impossible, want to know why?
'Cause I really love you, like I love my own self.
But you let me fall down, like a book from your shelf.
I never thought you could ever find someone who in love could be so blind.
But now you've moved on, but I just keep crying on and on.
I know you don't notice me, 'cause I'm buried in my own screams.
Every cut I do on my skin, every blood I let from my wrist drip.
Represents all the pain I've sufffered;
Because of your ignorance, which just leaves me baffled.
I don't want to keep feeling like this, but I guess I fell.
Under your stupidly surprising and breathtaking spell.
Because of your good looks and your incredible charm,
I've left marked most parts of my arm.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
I sit here in this sunlit glade beneath the southern downs
I gaze upon the beauty not yet destroyed by man
On six sides are bushes, trees of every shade of green
But sadly in this blighted land such scenes now are rarely seen
Over there an aspen with leaves of silver grey
They shimmer in the gentle breeze like a shoal of fish at play
Close to me a stand of oaks so mighty and so strong
Their leaves so dark and sombre green abound with natures songs
There stands a tree bereft of leaves branches stark bare against the sky
I know not if it sufffered or why it had to die
Soon it will be the time to put a match to the fire
Then smell the fragrant wood smoke as it ascends into the sky
I'll sit quietly, cook my food, drink a beer. Maybe a scotch
Sit and watch the westering sun, watch the moon and stars come out
Once more I'll wake up with the sun and a glorious choir is heard
No human intervention
Just a choir of singing birds
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC