The Days...
today I start my journey
this one will never end
my forst few steps are like
those of a child,
weak and unsure
tomorrow my steps may
take more form
and I become stronger in my walk
yesterday,
i look up on it
and see the old
and how I was
Now is what I have
today is nothing more then
the first steps
tomorrow is what I long for
and yesterday is nothing
but yesterday...
I never thought I'd hear from you again
I never even thought of you as being my friend
but hear I am writing a poem
because my feelings to you I wanna show em'
the blonde and white and also the blue
were traits that attracted me to you
to my surprise it didn't go the way I expected
instead another road is what you directed
secrets both yours and mine
have struck in a way we cant leave behind
beautiful your eyes as much as your soul
hide secrets that you cant seem to let go
excuse me for judging you and my deepest apologies
I've just come to known your deepest realities
cuts are a window to your problems and tears
your
always loved your crooked idea by weallhavetolive, literature
Literature
always loved your crooked idea
hello my name is blank
i like long walks on the beach
with chemical barrles floating beneath
the glistening black sea
hello my name is blank
i like talking about my problems
while perched on a ten story building
begging to be pushed off
hello my name is blank
i like screaming into a microphone
so you can finally know
how much i hate you and your trend
hello my name is blank
i love you and your mistakes
they feed my romantic, optimistic
sense of freedom
hello my name is blank
i write poems for my own mind
not for you to critque
my form of expression, not depression
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this is what i do for fun
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One moment happens to fast
That one moment seems to last
In sickness I sang to her
My passion she claimed
Her eyes they called to me
and represented my flame
I never turned from her
but now I find
The choice she has made is bound
and it's killing me inside my mind
The other called to her
and spoke her name
A strange triangle formed
where they had been gone
but soon the other ran
so she had hidden scars
She can't hide forever
and it's killing me inside
Her choice is the other
she knows I know that
but still I remember
When I straightened up
and was there for her
she hurt my pride
I can still stand tall and say
Her c
How fair you are, my admiration hides
inside your tender clasp of careful grace.
Our sacred time, though brief, of countless tides
outshines the lonely grief of countless pace.
And I, your slave, am bound your myriad cares
and faithful am I, tend to all aspire.
All moral braved, but only simple dare,
and challenged, though all consequences dire.
And through, but faith alone, do I but walk
unhidden from the scalding sin of shame;
my constant fear, my blinded guilt, still haunts
the days that I still yet have left to tame.
But lo, my love will last the day until
I pass; and I will love forever still.
I can feel the sight of a painted picture of sounds and word,
I can taste the numbness, the feelings never heard.
I hold on tight to nothing, falling fast standing in place,
Why is it when nothings there, it becomes the hardest to erase.
Do you know this feeling of lovely pain and hateful hearts,
I fall back into a standing position as the bleeding starts.
A bleeding heart too red to be ignored by the feeling,
The hidden truth of lies this failing heart is concealing.
I am screaming as quite as I can, making no noise, shattering glass,
I am begging for forgiveness for someone elses past.
Because it controls my mind, I can't think th