"weither" poems
So she is called
Angel of silence
Always watching
What others do
Not saying anything
Walking among humans
Always shrouded in darkness
Her eyes barely readable
To those who knew of her exsistance
People feared
What they would find
So they never spoke to her
When the time came
However
People did not dare
Approach her
For she had seen their life
Weither she deemed them worthy
Of continuing to draw breath
She did not care
Angel of silence
She was dubbed
But more effective name
The Angel of Death
For your life may be next
To end on this final day
Good luck in life
I hope you see
You will end up facing
Evangelium de Silenti
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
Each and everyone of us are stars
how you might ask
well the less bright ones are like a shy kid in the back of class
watching the clock counting down the seconds as they pass
waiting to go home because he's not afraid to shine when he's alone
he just wants to be bright but because of packed on mileage he screws up every opportunity out of fright
he's always overlooked.. so that little dark stars least favirote time is night
Now the bright ones they're like the popular kid always the center of attention
weither it's due to looks, charm, luck, or because he's the class clown who just got detention
on the outside everything always seems to be fine
but maybe just maybe he'd like time he could just call mine
maybe he'd like to run away to a place incredibly hard to find
finally giving that dark star a chance to shine
Next time you're out star gazing
look at the not so bright stars to and try to find something amazing
then stop and think what kind of star are you?
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Some people live the dream
Some people live the life
While others just sit around
And just survive
Just to live
And breathe another day
Every day is just another struggle
Another time to worry
About feeding the family
About working your job
The dead end one
Where you're on the verge of layoff
While millionares
And billionares
Roam the streets
The rest of us are stuck
We never had the big idea
Or the money to burn
We just had a dream
To be all we could be
We all strive to be known
We all strive to be famous
Of some sort
Weither local or worldwide
We want to be known
Remembered
For at least one thing
That we have accomplished in this life
Some people have been there
Done that
While the rest of us wait
Knowing our time may never come
We may never be famous
On any scale
But somewhere
To someone
You may have done
In their opinion the world to them
Amd you will be remembered
Even if it's just one person
So if you're in doubt
Just remember
There's someone out there
And you will mean the world
To them
Even if it's only one person
Maybe only for one thing
But you will forever be, remembered
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
There are words that hurt and heal
Hurts like a knife that doesnt cut it hurts as if tho
Why say things you dont really mean
To hurt the hurter two bads dont make a good
Two goods dont make a bad but a good
If you get hurt say thoughful things back
Rather than a blind minded attack
You will heal your self in the process
It'll confuse the hurter and it will upset and they will stop
Words arent always there to be said sometimes your mind is desert dead
All things that are said to hurt is because they are jealous
They really wish to be you
They really wish to have you
Or they really are down right heartless
God's always watching weither you believe it or not
You may not see him or hear him but its not same on his point of view
Bring him in your heart you will feel new from the start
Love the world as God does all will go good or it will get slightly better
More you trust in him the easier it will be in life
You have my word.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Heaven's just waiting for you
So close your eyes and say goodbye
Times go on no matter what
Weither you live or you die
So take this knife
And run it slow
Across the skin
The blood starts to flow
Liberating yourself
Of all the pain
All the selfishness
All in vain
It's Everyone elses
Fault not your own
That's what you tell yourself
It's why you're alone
I don't have time
To sit around all day
Hear all these things
That you say
It's a one sided story
Twisted and turned
Everyone on your side
Is all you have yearned
They know the truth
It's so plain to see
What your doing is wrong
Straight to a tee
Suicide, living
Cutting, mending
I tried to fix everything
Even the bleeding
Now I see clearly
There is nothing left of you
Just empty picture frames
And a blackened and twisted heart
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
I think the only way you can really see yourself is through someone else's eyes
It doesn't matter who's eyes you look through
Weither or not they be the love of your life
Or the bane of your exsistence
It just matters if they see you
Because if they do
Then all you need to do is look through and see you for you,
Because apparently, it's everyone else who knows you better then you do
And they are the only eyes that will ever look at you clearly
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
"My footsteps silent as I walk this lonely and forgotten path. The sound of the wind my only company for this long and tired walk. Just a little more to go. Just a few steps more. I'm almost at the end. I've made it this far, I can't fail now. I approach the tree line, the exit right before me. A smile brightens up my sorrowfull face. I almost break into a sprint but am suddenly pulled down to my knees before my haven. I feel something gripping at my leg, pulling me back to my start. I put up a fight. I struggle. I'm trying to break free. My voice comes out as a silent scream, echoing through the very depths of my mind. I was so close. So close... As I feel my body dragged away from my destination, I slowly start to give in to the despair that had been chasing, taunting and tormenting me. But as I do, I hear the faint sound of a bell, a soft ringing in the back of my mind. I know not of what it is but it sparked something inside of my fragile mind. I break free from that which tried to pull me back to square one, as I hear the name I gave up whispering through the trees. No. I will not fall back into my despair. A break into a run this time, fleeing from the thing that tried to drag me back. I can feel it continuing to give chase, slithering after me like a serpant ready to strike its prey. I hear the name I no longer hold echoing more, becoming more and more like a scream. The more I run, the more my destination seems to flee from me. I'm screaming again. No. No I will not let you go. My feet seemed to fly as I ran, the sepant of despair right on my heels. I can see it. I see it clearly. The opened arms of my happiness ready to catch me, calling out the true name. My face brightens and I forget about the serpant about to drag me back. I take a leap, a leap towards happiness. A leap towards a better life. And the serpant falls back down to the forest floor, defeated as the joy bringer holds me tightly in their arms. Yet the forest still grows, ready to consume with fiercer foes. But I will be ready to face them weither is be with company, or by my lonesome. Because now I have someone to fight for."
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
A drug is not a drug
A drug is a drug
As long as its an addiction
If you keep running back
If you keep getting high from the hit or the feeling
If you finally know the difference from want and need
Weither tis a needle
Or a kiss
Where youve been touched is warm
Itches and burns
Thats when you know youre addicted
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC