"temporay" poems
Look at you
Look at what you've become
You think this is happiness
Her under your thumb
Her resolve breaking down
The parts used to fix your life
Her medium of release
The blade of a knife
This is abuse
In its emotional sense
Using sadness and anger to manipulate and hence
It doesn't take much
To bring a state of vex
This relationships a cycle
Of pain and ***
*** only providing a temporay relief
Before our eyes are opened
To the strife and grief
Yet she defends you
Once said its problems at home
With each word in your defense
I think Stockholm, Stockholm
Since her resolve is crumbling
To ashes and dust
I ask myself whether its love or lust
Lust its loss
A fear of losing control
Like you did with another
Like you did as a whole
Thats why she"s your second
Thats why you're with her
A girl who never argues
Retaliates or infers
So you can remain in control
Keep her in a drone like state
Where her spirit is in your hands
Where you decide her fate
So I write this poem with the hope
That she will find
That a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
Temporay forevers,
distant tomorrows.
Broken yesterdays
drenched in tears
of sorrow.
Permanent questions
with temporary answers.
These thoughts
have filled me with silence,
spreading through my
body like a cancer.
It was the sweetest start
with the most bitter ending.
My mother's love
is a decision that
is forever pending.
My open wounds
beg for salt,
even though they
throb of the pain
when it gets rubbed in.
I've come close
to death's pool before,
but have never had
the courage to be thrown in.
I ask for you wherever I go,
you're the cure for which
I have always been searching.
The only conclusions
I've ever come to are
those which leave
my soul purging.
Undress my heart
and renew my soul.
Be the *******
which keeps my blood surging.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
*Hello... hello... hello...
Is there anybody in there?*
I feel trapped
And unable to nod
To indicate my being
And no, I can't hear you
I'm too
*well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again*
Too lost
In my mind
To stop my own pain
*ill need some information, first
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?*
My mind
And heart
Are being torn away from each-other
And becoming separate entities
With different wants
*Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more,
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
But you may feel a little sick.*
Can't feel worse than now
I'm sick already
And dying inside
Rotting inside my own mind
*can you stand up, stand up,
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.*
Temporary reliefs
From my cryptic beliefs
On death
And how close I am
Dead enough to be decaying
*There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse*
Of happiness
And what life could be
A merry me
And cheerful world
In that moment
I saw peace
*I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.*
But, I can be content
With temporay relief
I have become comfortably numb....
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Love don't ****
It reveals.
Love don't hurt.
It cares.
I ponder and wonder.
Why people take their life?
All because of a hurt relationship.
For , what treats you wrong.
Usually don't accomplish much in the end.
Because wrongs gets taken care in the end.
Love might run.
But it gets captured soon.
Love might hide.
Until it's no longer a surprise.
Sadness is a temporay emotion.
That with time will fade.
Love don't stop.
It reveals itself in time to make you decide.
If it's true or a living lie.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC