I have been writing a lot of poems about how I feel lately,
Want to take a read? .. Good!
Spoiler for MOST RECENT: A Broken Feeling:
Music CD's skipping,
To the beat of my heart,
Violins playing,
To the rhythm of my tears.
And I curl up in a ball,
I know you'll catch me when I fall,
And I'm sure, We've been through it all..
But now I know..
The trust is here,
There's nothing to fear,
I tell you it all and we'll see,
Is it real or fake?
Will I ever be awake?
Or will I live A broken feeling.
Spoiler for Thin Ice.:
Lines I walk,
Crossing eachother's path,
Obstructing incoming traffic,
And If I hold my breath,
The ice will with hold,
I will not break.
Roads I crawl,
Struggling to hold on,
Fingers sweating as well as palms,
And If the wire of tension is enough,
The ice will hold,
I will not break.
Pondering, Wandering,
Running out of breath,
Icy winds holding me back,
And as the truth is cracking,
Seeping from below the ice.
The glacier is coming to an end,
As the sun runs it's turn,
And as the truth is cracking,
I will not break.
Spoiler for Another Cut, Another Scar:
Can you feel me scraping softly?,
Along the deepest wounds,
Can you hear me whisper?,
Your name.
feel the wind whispering
right across your body
Can you tell me who I am today?
Another cut, another scar,
Stop picking at deep wounds,
The memories and the mistakes,
Keep them in the past.
Spoiler for Nightime:
Slowly painted roses,
Delicate and soft,
Sat on this stone,
I wave away the night,
Slowly and gently,
Somehow this feels right.
The liquid glows,
Red and inviting,
I sit here alone,
I chase away the morning,
Slowly and gently,
Somehow this is a warning.
The sirens in the background,
The mist it clears up,
The lights are all a blur now,
I feel as if I'm dying,
But this is just a symptom of the only pain I feel.
The morning comes the mist disappears,
And my arms are now covered by my silky black sleeves.
Spoiler for Truth:
Can you trust what's right beside you?
Can you look it in the eye?
Can you do what they can't see?
And then turn around and lie.
Can you trust what's right beside you?
Can you touch it like before?
Can you run away and hide it?
And then you realise and shut the door.
Can you trust me?
I can trust you?
But do not put the faith in me..
I will not keep to my strongest words.
Can you trust what's right beside you?
Or will you realise and then just shut the door?
2009-10-06, 11:33
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