Time Is Running Out For Me - As Time Runs With An Unknown Ending Date, It Catches Many By Surprise (Me Included)
The feeling of emptiness is taking hold of my insides and draining...
My Hope Is -
Im holding a telescope but know nothing of future,
my dreams are made of gold yet are covered in ashes,
My hope is sleeping and i feel alone.
When the Tears Flow the Words Fall Into Place -  ...
Standing in the rain.
No drop is touching me,
They just pass me by.
Alone in the void.
When i'll lose you
then i'll lose the fight.
Time is what i hate now.
Winters are bitterly...
Happiness Kills Creativity... - I've always felt this way... I just can't seem to find my creativeness when I am happy... I have always written some of my best stuff when I am...
Work Horse - We bow our heads
Ignore the sun upon our our backs.
Ignore the blisters that rise
From the unforgiving leather
Which binds us
To the plow we pull behind.
We don't dare...
Kinda Sucks Tho - i only seem inspired to write when i am upset. i have tried to write when i am happy but weirdly enough i think my better stuff is when something is wrong. ...
I Hate You - I hate u I hate it when you say hello I hate it when you think I care I hate it when you show CARE I hate the way you stay calm and never look mad no matter what i say...
But... - I'm not allowed to be depressed, so I'm scared that I'll never be able to reach my dream of being a professional writer.....
When I Am Blue - When I am sad when Iam blue
Why is it then I can only write about you?
When I am sad when I am blue
I have no problem writing that you are poo...
Tears go away-
Try your best to wash away before the coming if the new day
Erase yourself from the cuticle of my eye without scarring the iris
Attempt to become illusions of my...
Written When I Was 13, Depressed Then! - Darkness falls
Minds UN rested,Time no barrier,
Knock. . . knock. . . early... he is.
Pain vibrating through souls,
Tension betrays the...
The Caged Bird Sings - Looking out
Between the unforgiving bars.
The world keeps going
Spinning this beautiful web
This beautiful web of lies.
Lies that state
Everyone is free.
I haven't written any poetry in a long while. People read it and then move on with their lives. I'm not inspired much anymore.
When You Are Too Sad To Pretend To Yourself - When you are just plain too sad to lie to yourself, that's when you express yourself best.
In my Emma's playhouse,
Just beyond my eye...
Rescue Me - The Light
I keep denying.
Staring me in the face
But I turn and walk away.
The darkness sounds sweeter
The lies it whispers
Gently in my ear
Just Dont Care - The pain i once felt the hate i once had
have just passed
its like u cased me under your spell
get away from me go to *******
it feels like its not even worth...
The End - I wrote this poem back in Feb. 1986 when depressed: ( it resembles an atomic bomb when printed)
I Cant Sleep - Poetry has been my outlet, when I have been unable to communicate openly and out loud with my words or had no one to communicate to or understand what I was...
All Because of You - i look at you now and i wonder,
why was my love not enough,
baby your my addiction,
all my dreams.
all my hopes.
all my happiness,
was all because of you...
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes - The night has thousand eyes,
And the day but one,
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
THe mind has a thousand thoughts eyes...
No Title - Behind my eyes, the tears hide the pain, behind my smile, my jaw clenches tight, fighting the need to scream and tell everyone "no I am not alright, I am not okay...
Crushing my last cigarette,
I think of you for the last time.
The stillness makes my bones ache,
like a weary rocking chair’s angst...
This Is Loving? - (Not really a story.. Its a poem)
Dear friend, my love, stranger
You are all of those above
I can't really tell which i am to you
I feel everyday i dont see you...
It Comes Naturally - ok, so i'm no great poet any time, but there's something about feeling down that just gives me this urge to write. and somehow being sad just makes all the...
Her eyes are dark
she sees not what damage she does
she already knows
her face is pale
she looks like a ghost
shes turning into one
this girl used to smile at...
Fly Away - I remember
When I could only fly in my dreams.
Chains held me down
Lowly to the ground
I looked to the sky
Screamed out GOD's name
HIS hand reached down
But I was too...
will the real mother please stand up -
Hate And Guilt - hello, this is a poem i wrote the night i planned on taking my life, iv never shared it with anybody untill now i thought id be criticized for the stuff that's in...
Feeling Empty and Wanting to Disappear - As Time Runs With An Unknown Ending Date, It Catches Many By Surprise. (Me Included)
The feeling of emptiness is taking hold of my...
I can't drink away my pain, because every morning my long term memories are still intact.
I Can Pretend - I CAN PRETEND I HAVE EVERYTHING, AND MY HEART WILL SING,
I CAN PRETEND I KNEW, BUT I CAN'T PRETEND I HAVE YOU.
I CAN PRETEND NOT TO CRY,AND I DIDN'T TRY,
Not My Dad - Why did you hurt me,Why did you force my will.You were supposed to protect me,Yet my soul you intended to kill.You taught me pain and betrayal,You molded the adult I...
Self Revolution - Shedding excuses
What do you have when you hide?
The truth is nothing but untruth if left unshown
Maybe Not.... - I've thought about this.
Could it be the other way round? That when we're most deeply in those dark shadows that harden into horrors of helpless sorrow, our true...
Its Bloody True You Do - Neglected Wife!
Why do you say you love me?
When your body you deny.
Why do you only kiss me?
For your affections I do cry.
Why can't you...
Prison - Everyday I fight the walls I built,
That keep me in this hate and fear and guilt,
A thousand doors line the walls before me,
Doorknobs gleaming as if to taunt me,
At My Worst - When I am at my worst, poetry comes at it's best.
Passionate And Creative - Naturally, when you're in an intense emotion, you are passionate. And when I get emotional, I like to channel that strength into something creative...
Cleansing - When I was going through a really terrible time in my childhood, I turned to writing as an escape. That's when I started writing poetry on a regular basis. As a result...
The Dark Brings Out the Creativity - I guess because when I am depressed, I find comfort in words. Finding a way to express how I feel. I find it more difficult to...
Does it matter in the end that you tried your best?
When all your dreams have ended as ashes at your feet?
The only thing you ever dared to try has failed and faded...
I know it says "I love to write poetry" but I don't write it. I would love to but don't know how. Is there anyone who has written poetry and can give my advice? Please & thankyou...
I like to write poetry. But its very deep poetry. If you cannot handle it then don't look at my page...because its full of poetry and open-minded thoughts. If you'd like you can...
I used to write poetry everywhere I went. In scattered napkins dugged to the bottom of my purse, in the back of my hand or whispering to someone before they sleep. Sometimes I...
This is a 'Slam poem' I wrote for you.... and all who it applies to. "You" know who you are.
My friends, are seeing red
Everyday, they see red-tape
Read news paper...
A Poetic PerspectiveNovember 23, 2013A Poetic PerspectiveLet this beThe feeling of not knowingWhat love really was till I found youThe perception that it’s crazyBut I&rsquo...
Stroll of people sailing the sidewalk like
Sunshine is sold in hours
And they have all the time in the world
Sports car like a blood smear...
You're so clearly stressed and depressed always worrying about what comes next you want to breathe you reach for air but darling you don't even realize that you're not just...
Tonight the sun will set
And take the memory of you
Engulf it in a slumber
And spit it hastily on my world
And the tears unseen on my cheeks
And prayers to my maker unheard
From Taking Long Walks
I remember when I first joined EP
Coming out of a hellhole
My happiest moments in life were broken to pieces
First I tried reaching out to Jesus
I will say you are never alone
You have friends
Real ones that adore you
To encourage till our own life's end
There is a reason he left
He didn't deserve you
Nor do you need...
Well, it's like looking for the starting point of a rainbow. But what else is there to live for?
I dream of an alluring girl who lives poetically; a girl who smiles when she hears...