Ah, the stars that always shine at night’s,
Like pure diamonds in the sky,
A sight to purely behold,
lost mysteries untold.
Sadly I cannot say the same,
Therefor I feel un-beautiful,
For I never were,
For I never will.
Like the rain clouds slowly appear,
I slowly dissapear,
into the nothingness known as abyss,
slowly I fade into what you hate.
I cannot scream because they hate that I shout,
For help a cry I make,
No one hears what I have to say,
There for, I only write.
Rain starts to fall from the sky,
Tears fall from my face,
This is a never ending battle,
Never ending story.
I cannot fully explain how I am feeling,
I am not the perfect writter,
Even though sometimes I wish I were,
I can only comfort my self in thinking there could be another tomorrow.
Add either ’you’ or ’him’ in the end of each "sentence", how ever it makes you feel better...
ex. "I have two eyes to see ’you’"
"I have two eyes to see ’him’"
I have two eyes to see,
One mouth to kiss,
Two arms to hold,
To legs to run into,
A mind to think of,
A Heart to offer to,
Words to say to,
But one only "I love..."
Don't you just sometimes pray for a change?
You feel so lost in your humble little world,
being interrupted by unwanted hesitations,
Don't you feel like this? I do
Slowly the moment goes away,
the longer you desperatly hold unto life,
All you can think of is how hard this is,
How slow is the time going by.
The feelings of anger and sadness,
both an endangering combination,
netherless, diplomatic vengance,
In the verge of own destruction.
Pills, all I took,
two little yellowish pills,
I guess I was pretty desperate back then,
All I could think of was the pain.
The pills made me feel numb,
Therefor I could make another smile,
I could hide my feelings once again,
pretend I was happy for one more time.
These days, all winter has brought it pain and sadness,
Looking as the days go by,
I'll pretty much die soon just staring,
The hourglass taking, every wasted breath away.
Memories run by as they say "hi",
Making me suffer with those happy thoughts,
Thoughts from the past and what could be now,
What could be "us", what could I be more than I am.
Instead here I am; writing useless words; you won't even care to read,
Wasted thoughts that no one even knows that exist,
Exhaust emotions tired of giving and not receiving,
Not even the least of "thank you" its ever heard.
Music is the best chain of memories I've known,
Besides God of course,
The pain I can take, the suffering is the one,
Ever gets to me; always makes me cry.
Never glanced into real love; here it has been waiting,
Picking up the pieces of every bad experience known,
Getting rusty and a bit old,
Who will find the child between these walls?
They say time is the key; but not the key to mine,
Locked up in high towers; a love's cry in vain,
An empty chamber has been found; belonging to patience,
This has taken control followed by pretend.
I stand here, thinking about those damned thoughts,
Mocking and making fun of me they always are,
Unloved I am and so what,
Does this piece of heart can take more?
Non less; the burden hardens the heart,
But yet still; warm is the soul,
Do not try to come too close,
I don't want to loose my heart…
Please note that the poem changes itself, from first person, to second person and finally, ending in third person. Thank you for reading:
I'll be alright,
I said crying in the middle of night,
fallen to my knees,
I pleaded.
Imperfect I am,
nothing else is new,
a lifeless rag doll on the floor,
whose name will not be known.
"Wasn't she once the happy one?
Who made everyone laugh?
Who was always smiling?"
Indeed she was.
Countless thoughts ran through her head,
she could not speak, for she was not real,
few saw tears fall through,
took no action though.
Lifeless she seemed,
a happy someone before,
she willed not to go back being normal,
for normal is useless in this world.
She knew she did not belonged to this world,
but she was made to exist here,
she held up onto love once,
but you know as they say "The Hardest Part Of Holding On Is To Let Go".
Clinged into sadness,
she found comfort in simple words on her own,
the love that once was,
washed away, burnt by better fire, walked off with something "better".
She still sits there,
liflessly pleading for a better place,
right there in the corner she sits,
waiting for the magic to heal and reveal,
what is under that seemingly Lifeless Rag Doll.
Hours pass by as if were days,
wonder when was the last time I had a feeling,
overwhelmed with a pounding heart.
Oh how I miss those days,
filled with happiness under the basking sun,
which seemed never ending.
Love was one thing not missing back then,
everyone with big and happy expressions,
never ending.
Last but not least,
the big "games", playing silly all around,
wonder how they all ended.
Of course I remember,
Im sitting in this couch recalling good times,
like I said before, staring at the clock.
Wonder why those days are gone now,
sometimes I miss them,
but mostly I don't...
