"tragicly" poems
you're aching, and tragicly breaking.
living your life in dispair.
your praying, and you're waiting,
for someone who doesnt care,
he was never really there.
you're burning, and you're yearning,
for him to come through,
stop wasting all your time on him,
and just start loving you.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:11 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
my scarred and broken heart, is surrounded by barbed wire.
tell me that you love me, and ill swear that you're a liar.
ive been wounded so many times, that my trust has been destroyed.
along with my sanity. so cynical, and paranoid.
i walk through this cold and crooked world, with anger in my tired eyes,
my hand clinched in a fist, i live a sad and lonely life, in your eyes i barely even exist, i feel like a shell-shocked soldier, just waiting, and praying for the battle to be over, but it all just feels so hopeless. constantly weighed down by this chip on my shoulder.
always keeping you at bay, please dont blame me, it's society, that has tragicly taught me to be this way, please stay.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
i took a handfull of pills one day
hoping i would fly away,
and see jesus face to face,
escaping this god forsaken place.
i thought that it would set me free,
from being a living tragedy.
but i began to feel very sick.
i felt as if i had been hit in the head with a brick.
my stomache turned, and i began to cry.
i never really wanted to die. but now im gone.
and im never coming back.
daddys at my funeral, all toarn up and dressed in black.
mom is busy crying, she would give the world, anything to get back her dear baby girl.
and i rot away, and all of my hopes anddreams they do too..., because i made a big mistake, thatno one could undo.
all of the plans that god had made for me, tragicly erased.all of my potential, has now gone to waste.
i never really wanted to die, i just wanted to end this pain, i guess that i thought that life, was nothing but a game.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
You that girl in the mirror?
The one that looks and talks just like you?
Well that isn't you.
It's the mask you put on during this game of charades.
The world is a charade and everyone is playing a part,
Whether it ba sad or happy,
Tragicly frightening or fearless.
That is not you,
Don't be afraid to let it show.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC