So many different meanings can be read from this….
You might think it odd but, I like it 🙂
.x.
They say that
The best poets
Are heartbroken….
Every time you
Break my heart
The best words spill
So maybe it’s true….
So will you take me
Will you make me
Will you break my heart
Once more….?
Will you crush me
Will you break me
Leave me bleeding
On the floor….
.x.
For …… .x.
Eye heavy with
a thousand tears unshed,
Heart breaking with hurt
a million drops not bled,
Feelings crushed
broken raw,
Give up succumb to it
emotions tattered on the floor,
A hundred thousand million years may pass
when I am nothing but the forgotten shadow of dust,
When all that is left is a ghosted echo of spirit
where my heart broke for you on the floor just rust,
Were my essence if could
would give up forever just to touch you,
To feel like the breeze a sweet caress around you
and feel your heartbeat strong and true,
To remember the bitter sweet
of the memories gone by but no more,
A ghost trapped in time
left to wander behind your door,
For now eye still heavy
with a thousand tears unshed,
A heart breaking so hard
a million drops still unbled,
Skin cut open tryingÂ
to get your name out,
Nothing but a whimper
no never never can shout,
The echo’ed ticking of the clock
seconds minutes hours days,
Sharp intake of breath
move forward in ways,
Feelings still crushed
broken and raw,
Emotions like tattered lace
splay patterns across the floor….
.x.
Inspired by…. Nickelback “Lullaby”
Train “Hopelessly”
The Goo Goo Dolls “Iris” and “Name (New version)”
Say it to me
these walls are closing,
Like a druggie I
just need dosing,
Help me rip
these four walls high,
Show me the warmth
let me see the sky,
I’m fallingÂ
into black,
The cold envelopes you
entwined from the back,
The cold the fear
the icy dread,
It’s you it’s you
you don’t belong,
Change path change track
find me a song,
Tripping just tripping
over a dream,
Funky horror-iffic-land
yet it’s not what it seem,
The people distorted
yet bad people you know,
For fucks sake wake up
it’s time to let go,
They haunt you they haunt you
the screams in your mind,
You wake up your still screaming
your still dreaming you find,
There’s shadows in the passage
they move about the hall,
The bed cover entangle around you
you run you trip you fall,
You fall
you fall,
Until there’s nothing
at all,
The beating drum
of a heavy heart,
Your hearing on alert
the breathing does start,
I hear the hoofs
like thunder clap,
The blood drains away
the energy sap,
Through the mist
eyes glow so red,
With you I wish
that I was dead,
Allways screaming
in my bed,
The heavy breathing
eyes eerie red,
The horse it snorts
a staggered breath,
You are my fearsome nightmare
a sight worse than death,
You point a bony finger
it caresses across my soul,
Then you laugh maniacally Â
and your sound consumes me whole,
Launch forward in your saddle
and I know that I must run,
For fucks sake please wake up
let me see the sun….
.x.
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Cast shadow inside
ebony mind,
Blood drenched walls
at first you find,
Screams and echosÂ
of pains gone by,
Someone reach out
you jump to the sky,
Black cloud so soft
like velvet tis true,
Engulfing enveloping
swallowing you,
Fall you fall
fall through the stars,
You slip you slip
through realities bars,
Forgotten forgotten
you cast out a net,
Does anyone care
your classed freak but yet,
Has anyone ever listened
does anyone know,
Your story so great
from not to long go,
Successful and healthy
fighting a war,
You served did your duty
the army’s law,
The horrors you sawÂ
engraved in your skin,
A branding iron burned
you killed so you sin,
You helped you saved lives
but that’s not what you see,
You left with honors you came home
to be what you could be,
But the ghosts they came with you
they torture your soul,
They give you nightmares torment your mind
your a mere shadow of your whole,
The gunfire the marching
the running the tanks the hum,
The explosions the bodies the blood
the scene replays and comes undone,
Your eyes are open but you still see it
you remind yourself to breathe,
You get up move a little slower
but from the shadows you don’t leave,
You fell through the cracks till you had nothing
the concrete street an empty door,
I buy you a meal a few teas coffees we talk
always wish I could do more,
One day you said “Hey if your not busy come to group”
saw more of you than before,
The path you walk is perilous
you say you must walk it alone,
The things you say societyÂ
it just wouldn’t condone,
Group has helped you get a flat
you have a roof you have a home,
And so many are glad they know you
you need never feel your on your own,
The path you walk you know may take years
and little steps are the way to go,
You still remind yourself to breathe
but in time you say you know,
Life will one day get
a little brighter,
and the nightmares will get
a little lighter,
I was talking to someone else from your group earlier
and saw you burst out laughing the smile hitting your eyes so true,
So glad I had the courage that day to say hey wanna go get a drink?
but more so I am honored honored to have a friend like you….
.x.
(Written on the 23/12/13)
This song played on random
on my playlist today,
The song started and I stopped
reminded of you with every word he does say,
Tonight’s playlist you wrote
that email I couldn’t delete,
Of all the songs you sent
that one my mind does repeat,
I scrapped your number
removed from my phone,
But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about you
more so when I’m alone,
When I can’t sleep at night
and the t.v. plays on and on,
It’s 2 3 4 in the morning
not texting ever feels just wrong,
History so much past
jumbled with so much now,
With you everything’s intertwined (could it ever not be?)
my heart screams reach out but my mind says get on with it but how,
Wes Scantlin’s voice sings on and
i think about those words he sings,
Thoughts flutter but are ripped away again
feelings float with you but its always to much so many things,
So many things I could write
but whats the point whats the use,
I’ve nothing to gain
but so much to lose,
I put this
away,
To finish later
today,
And you sent aÂ
text,
I did notÂ
expect,
Now I think
of you more,
It’s 10 times harder
than before….
.x.
Inspired by the song “Blurry” (Album version) By Puddle Of Mudd.
(Thanks for sending me this song. You know who you are.x.)
.x.
Wow doesn’t time fly? It doesn’t seem that long ago since I last posted a poem on here and yet it is…. I decided that as I was having so many downs and not enough ups it was best not to. I was and am, still writing though.
I’ve felt so sad just lately not depressed like usual, but sad, really sad, the upset kinda sad. The worst is I’m not sure why. I don’t want to eat, I can’t sleep and I have so much on my mind I’ve lost my light and wondered onto the path of gray…. I catch glimpses of my lighted path but the trees and bracken just keep getting in the way….
Hmmmmm? Now I’ve written it, it seems kinda silly but yeah, this is me and it’s how I feel. Kind of…. How can you be happy but sad? I don’t know but, this is where I am. Oh well. There are those that feel worse and if I feel like this, the only way left to go is up isn’t it? So I’m looking for the positive 🙂
I think I’m gonna go get my book turn my phone off, log in via the pc and post a poem…. ( it’s about time).
Happy Sunday to you all, I hope its a day filled with people and places you care about and that make you so happy. Much hugs.x.
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