"viberance" poems
Memories;
Unfocused and runny.
Your smile returns,
And so do my tears,
you laugh as it burns.
Always;
A lovely word,
on the hand written pages,
as all of your faces destroy who you were.
I turn away;
Holding your hand,
I explore on my own,
All the faces hold yours,
and I am okay.
A new page is written;
Cuts deep in my skin,
My mind looses its viberance,
the pendulum gives.
Rip out the pages;
Thats what you do.
I search in the many.
no traces of you.
Screaming;
Theres nothing.
No love in me to hold.
I'm hurt by the others.
How DARE you be so cold.
Gone;
A word,
which describes you;
and me.
Dried up pages;
Thats all there'll be.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC
I feel the viberance of life,
I can sense every emotion.
Keeping my brain in motion,
People dont see it,
They cant see the beauty I do because they might not know the pain I do.
A bi-product of depression,
If you will it, can be optimism.
You forse yourself to see "free cheese and a ******* challenge" instead of just a mouse trap.
You always have a choice,
A choice to feel...
Everything.
Take it all in and make it yours.
Because no matter how tragic you could always be worse...which in turn means you can only be better!
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC