The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly
A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.
Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.
A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.
Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth,
yesteryear's eager youth.
My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Things has change,
Our world is coming to an end.
On our destiny,
The wicked now sit.
An our hope is gone.
Our laughter, has been wiped
Away by our sorrows,
And we fear for our own shadows.
Upon our land,
Bloods are shed.
On our land the innocent crouch
Their tooth with pain for revenge.
Whiles we moan our dead,
Our food and drinks are taken
And our daughters in which
The pride of our nation are
Restored on are sexually used by them
In the name of celebrating our defeated.
we pray, cry, whiles they laugh
And mock us not noticing,
That our is hearing us.
Our men has been killed,
And we fear for what will happen tomorrow
Our heart are heavy,
And we are restless.
We see but now blind
For the tears of pain has make us blind
We are helpless,
And we need help.
We are weak
And we need strength.
I can see the truth clearly now, and the truth is we live in a world where almost everything is shaded to a lie. (We act as if we are someone else and just can’t be what we want to be.)
Truth remains strong that our very own fables cover our very own two eyes. (We only choose to see what we want to see.)
Only fibs and tall tales are left on the local store corner….for they the only things left on the shelf that we can buy. (Many Profound Truths remain imprisoned while too many lies are out there living free.)
I look at the ground because I can’t look at the sky; I laugh more with death rather than crying with life. (Shakespeare once said “To be or not to be” but I say F%$k trying “To be” because I’d rather “Just BE”.)
Living amongst a world of shaded illusions upon the mind eye, upon which we have many wrongs more than our rights, yeah I know we all want peace but yet we still choose to fight. (We long for death but fear it; we want to go away but don’t know what will happen when we leave our loved ones with certain grief stolen away in the night by death like a thief.)
So why is it so many of us continue to stare at our everyday truths as if we are blind, as if we cannot see our own struggle through our very own lies……..
chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me
flustered feelings harsh emotions and a severed heart how am to move on these feeling make my body ache for something much more make me long for my past time is my enemy and regret is my mentor
Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.
Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.
Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.
Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.
Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
Life is so crazy/
Death so busy it never get's lazy/
Thoughts blurred and blinded by true lies that they always get hazy/
The mother ****ing devil is always trying to chase me/
But I'm stronger than that I won't ever let *****like that ever ****ing faze me/
I no longer care if any muther ****ers want to over or under rate me/
I've already been ****ing up on my own lately/
I take your ****ing criticism greatly/
*****es I'm too real for any of you fake mother ****ers to fake me/
I'm too ****ing still in God's foundation to let the devil shake me/
I'm the general, the king of my own *****nobody can't ever break me/
**** what people say for I am the maker of my own *****people can't ever make me/
I'm the leader and deliverer of my own *****you can never take me/
Who want to question *****about *****mother ****ers thats why I'm Writer Crazy.....
Boardroom Boredom, onBoard
Bordering unBound muse and
Bothering my over-bred mind
Bleating and Braying in me
Boring Beneath my attrium's Base
Brown abyss of bottomless breathes
Where Blue beams blondely
Beautifully veiled boredom
Booms and burst as Uncharged breeze blows
Tearing apart the 'E' in ME
I grasp hold of reality and manage to pull myself out of this hole in the ground I was put in by others actions verbal and physical but time is cruel to me as I make progress my mind decides to be very sensitive to thoughts as I go through out my day thoughts reenter my mind and send me into an enraged downward spiral making me a very dangerous object to others and mostly myself save me stop this get it out just let me be happy
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night.
He shines bright for a moment in time.
His arm's always open with warmth.
His smile always bigger then everyone elses.
His heart of rage and fire.
He swifts on by, he swifts on by.
Who will know the true man within.
The man thats full of sin.
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...
Images fade as new ones appear glimpses from my stricken past shoot through my fragile mind and break me down courage and hope is gained my soul begins to come into focus once more then shattered at the slightest thought of previous events. Pain slowly dissipates then courses through my veins once more. when will the morning sun finally end and allow my mind to rest. All my peers see is the painting of myself I have put in front of them for me to hide behind while I find a solution my physical being goes through its daily and regular paces while my mind is in a thousand different places at once every day how to grow how to take those drastic steps into the future and not be pushed back into the past is time truly my only obstacle? Father knows I am impatient Mr. Time why make me suffer anymore abide by his rules I must father time waits, stops, and fast forward's for no one
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two.
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.
I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better.
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.
maybe its self pity maybe its self doubt one i cant shake this extremity this urge to fall and stop breathing her soul is altered her actions falter and all i can do is watch her fade away from view and become what no one can anticipate I'm relentless and persistent but her interests seem to differ every moment from my very own i am no longer certain of anything
A soul in flames daunting the discordant canvas, eradicating the supreme veil. To be
drenched in apathy coincides inversely with the stench of a bitter legacy. Severed
souls search asunder for a subversive scent, only to be oppressed in an overt art.
Begging death for a drenching darkness to obliterate this dire desolation. Complete
in nocturne this grotesque being of infinite hate commands coercively.
the text i sent i love you sweetheart seems as just another failed attempt at opening her eyes to the ways of her actions altered her ways aren't as full as they were not as joyous or emotional but rather quiet, bleak, and sad using the pen for release instead of the blade is beginning to not be quiet as satisfying why cant i have her back why is this new person filling her shoes i don't want her i want my life back! give her to me! i need her! but it appears she is no longer here... never to be seen again for her physical self is alive and well but her MIND now that's different her mental state has changed died and come back as something else i cant find her i don't know where she is why cant i find her?! come back! please! please come back for i"am anything but found without you... please come back..
ever yearned for that second chance? ever wanted that redo that retry? i myself regret every second of every minute of every hour of every day for i have faltered one to many times and beg for that rewind button but it will never come my way we learn from our mistakes we cant fix them just reminisce on how much pain they caused us
Numbness wraps itself around my beating internal organ, blood thickens to a high viscoscious pulp, lungs choke up, air becomes a luxury, I am brought to my knees with a sickening thud I fall to my side defeated I let out a last gasp for air the world turns upside down I see darkness I feel my thoughts quieting my body motionless on the cold, Grey pavement I admire its cracks running along itself and thank it for allowing it to me by resting place i feel the light within me dimming and all is silent at last
How long, how tough
This world, just war
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.
Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.
I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?!
Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.
Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.
Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.
Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.
Tilling your toils, for me you taste –
Conceding to my monetary embrace.
Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.
Heartbreak’s hollow hold has hardened.
Piercing past pools pain has pardoned.
Dying dreams drift on dire descents.
Lost in the loneliness, languid love’s lament.
She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.
I sit by the door
waiting for news
if she's in the hospital
or if it was just a fluke
I stare at the sky waiting
for realy great news
all of a sudden mom
turns her head with
Tears dripping to
Its true she's in the
hospital i dashed
through the doors
thinking its just a bug
come to find out she
has cancer an nothing can be done
as i sit by her i pray
to god she will makeit
as i goto leave her
docter walks in with a
tear or two dripping from his sleve
i ask do i need to know or does it matter
he said by the looks of her chart
she wont make it to much longer
I dropped to my knees screaming
and crying she cant go she cant leave
thats my grandma i screamed
she means the world to me
as i standup an realize the day is
ending and she can barly breath
shes pale an sickly thin
i kissed her with tears dripping from my chin
But as the day ends i wished her goodluck till then
Sullen Sylvia sadly
Departed deeply devestated by
Her husband's heartless
Departure for a deadly damsel
Empty rooms-filled with things-
Empty vases-empty jars
Cupboards that are bare-
Corridors-in my mind-
Long and narrow-alone I stare-
Vacant land -
You once – were there!
THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST
I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.
Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;
the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and blacks can only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;
whose knife has cut the thread that's meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
the greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall
that's when our hate clouds every mind.
Fragmented, Falsified, forelong-flame,
curb-sitting waiting for that train,
screaming out searching for a name,
we live our lives in vain.
Insecure, intimidated, insecure-blame,
in a suitcase all the pain,
quiet silouette behind a frame,
we live our lives in vain.
Content, Contempt, colorless-name,
abandon your youthful claim,
shove it in with dreams of fame,
we live our lives in vain.
Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
The people know from one little teardrop can a mighty river flow.
As I wonder about with a weary waggling weak tail,
looking for a peaceful perfectly polished place to rest,
since I have no more real relatives,
I seek solace in science as a solely secured
scheme for my soul;yet,peace eludes me,
I was born as a guard dog;
An Alsatian!nosy,nasty and naughty,
When my original flamboyant fine fellow was still alive,
I reigned supreme;swimming,skating and skiing,
we do things in common like twinkling tolerable twins,
Playing at the park with plenty pretty primitive children,
It was a full fun fair and I became a friend to a flaxen ferret,
who harmonized my heroic hard-edged heart with her
nice nifty nature; I fell flat for her,
engrossed in this long lasting leisure or pleasure , then came
one dark dry day that disaster struck which was despicable,
I loss my entire family ,friends and no foe; oh,Frank!
in a careless crash that crushed the car,
Since then,I became hopeless,homeless,helpless and heartless,
Lord!let them live in liberty in life beyond.
CONTEST:"Dog Gone Tales" sponsored by Tanya Harrington
I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...
Chad coats Carla
Carla crazily cries
Cars crash crushing carts
Chad calls cops
Cops curve checking cars
Circumstances cause cries
Communities clamor calling cops
The face of an angle reflect in the mirror.
With wise eyes that can see a smart mind
With a big heart that can feel a warm spot
A real touch that can feel the death of a rose
Is that really me ? do i really look this way ?
I am beautiful
I am strong
I make mistakes i am wrong
I fear this mirror that i see
This big mirror infront of me
With a hard punch, the mirror cracks
Pain and brocken smiles reflect back
I dont except this feeling
This pain inside, theres no healing
Bloody nuckles and soft wet tears
Mirror mirror dont look at me
You live in the same house, yet worlds apart,
conflicting interests rise without warning,
and you clash as if it were the first time.
You never talk anymore, it's as if you ignore one another,
passing the other by without even a second glance,
and you never look back.
Why wont you change this, and make an effort to be closer?
why do you just walk on by, when you see the other in pain?
or stop to say, " I love you! ".
Your skies are two different shades of blue,
your both standing in the rain, it's not who did waht,
but rather, who will admit, " It was I ".
Are you not tired of fighting, tired of clashing?
do you not feel as if your going to break in two?
can you not see that your world is a better place together?
It seems that neither of you try,
you just drive that wedge a little deeper,
don't stand against each other, but for one another.
I never hear you say " I love You " as often as you should,
I watch you spend less and less time together as a family,
don't forsake such a treasure.
Don't make a stand and turn away before due time,
point things out in love, instead of watching them fall apart,
your hearts should quake and tears threaten, don't lose it.
Instead of making the same mistake twice,
make an effort to make none at all,
you shouldn't doubt one anothers love.
Desire that the other knows your love is true,
just like you do, keep them in your heart,
and forget not what you are together.
Why must you break apart, and follow after your own hearts,
when your hearts are decietful above all things,
your hearts can live on forever in Christ Jesus; alone.
(c) April 9, 2008
I silently sit in my seat,
all alone in my own asylum,
but everyone else stand and elates,
conversing, cuddling and catching up, I just
wait for when the show will
start so I can seem
dim in the darkness, and the daring
actors attract the attention.
I'm all alone
though everyone's here
I'm trying not to cry
'cause no one will hear
they're not going to listen
to what I have to say
because they don't care
they're all the same way
I have to do something
to end all this pain
that I've kept all inside
I'm going insane
this is all your fault
but soon you'll pay
and know how it feels
to lose me this way
I can't wait to go
and see what they do
when they find the note
then they can blame you.
THE BEST CIGARETTE
In a darker part of morning,
or a lighter shade of night,
with his paying for hereafter,
to be rid of all his blight,
was a lunetic in waiting,
she was something of a tease,
she would spread her legs at dropping
of a man onto his knees.
Never faking her orgasim,
she would always let him know,
she could sense about his coming,
and was first to let it go.
With the sweating of her body
and the beating of her time,
she would take him to hereafter,
but to stay would be a crime.
In a little bit of wiping.
if he paid a little more,
she'd remind him of the reason
he'd come back again for more.
But the best part of hereafter,
in his smoking just a bit,
wasn't part of what he paid for,
so he left forgetting it.
It hurts, it hurts like hell
For someone to hurt u,
That u thought, u knew so well
I can't explain the pain
It hurts in every vein
Everything's a lie
All u can do is cry
Cry so hard, ur eyes & head hurt
Tears all on ur face & shirt
Could it get any worse?
It's just a curse
Hurt seems to be a disease
That grows on u with ease
Inside, slowly dyin
Symptoms are a broken heart & excessive cryin
Like ur eyes are bleedin non stop
& ur knees weak, u just drop
U just wana be cured, it seems to never heal
U wana be assured, that love is real
U wonder, how does love feel
U've forgotten the feeling of the real deal
Ur so hurt, that ur heart goes numb
But u still feel that hurt,sting, like a prick of a thumb
Gosh, it's an unbearable feeling
& everyday, u hurt more, instead of healing
As soon as u get the least bit of relief
Another bomb is dropped on ur heart & it's back to grief
U wonder when will it stop, when will the pain go away?
It's no medicine for it, so all u do is pray...
Have u ever felt so alone?
I mean,ur surrounded by others,but they don't hear u.
They don't feel ur pain.
They don't take ur hand, when u reach out to them.
They don't want to.
They are selfish.
Have u ever felt like u were in another world?
Like u were being ignored?
Like u were invisible?
Like the pain & hurt inside of u is a punishment for what u have done?
But what u've done, u don't know.
Have u ever wondered, what did I do to deserve this?
Ur heart is beating so rapidly.
Ur heart is crying so loudly;but still, no one can hear it.
The people in ur world just seem like the walking dead,
They are there,but it's no interaction.
Or could u be the dead one?
& could it be that u need someone to touch u to make u feel alive again.
Has ur body ever screamed out "Touch Me! Touch Me!" ?
Has ur heart ever cried out "Love Me! Love Me!" ?
Has ur soul ever hummed "Take Me! Take!" ?
Loneliness is an illness.
We die of a lack of companionship & longing for another's touch.
One can not live in a world of one.
One will go insane.
& If u shall feel this way, should u be near the point of insanity?
One will go crazy or die if one holds in waste,that shall be released.
It's more healthy to let out, rather than keep in.
But if u can not find a reliable object to direct, it does ur mind,body,& soul no good.
There's only so many days that go by that u can be content with urself,b4 u erupt.
A healthy mind, needs converstation. Talking to urslelf is pure insanity.
A healthy body needs to be consoled,nurtured,held. There's only so long,u can touch urself,without coming to realization that it's u.
A healthy soul needs to be calmed & at ease.
A healthy mind needs to be stimulated,with thoughts of peacefulness. When alone for so long, ur mind has negative thoughts & feelings.
Everyone seeks companionship,friendship,& a just a shoulder to cry on.
Most ppl have a cold shoulder or turn their back on a friend in need.
I just wanna know,is there anybody lonely out there?
Longing for someone to hold.
Growing out of patience, with no one to reach out to?
A room full of ppl,& u still feel alone?
Everybody needs somebody.
It really does take two.
Out of these many people in this whole wide world,Y do I feel so alone at times?
How can someone feel so alone in this world of infinite beings?
Its a question u've become all too familiar with.
& the answer is. .
I see your reflection
you're sitting on the floor
all curled up in the corner
behind the bathroom door
I hear short, soft sobs
while you look into my eyes
in me you see the pain
that caused yourself to cry
you reach for a tissue
and as do I
and while you bring it to your face
I too, bring one to mine.
I don't quite feel the hurt
that you are going through
but I sympathize your pain
and so I cry for you.
I'm the only one you talk to
you think no one else will care
this world is dark and cold,
lonely and unfair.
I'm your one and only friend
and that I'll always be
and I'll never turn my back on you
'till you turn yours on me.
soo this is how it ends......
i get the best friend....and no goodnight kiss
soo this is how it ends the one that knows you the best you just leave in the
dark....no goodbye no i love you no i cant be here you just get up and leave with
no warning well that is a good present from you i just want you to know 1 thing is
that i still love you.....i took one big step and i looked aways and then i tought of
alll the things i wanted to say i am always to late you never got your story straigh i
am always up late i think i am everything that you hate......
I used 2 be so in touch with my feelings, but now I can't touch my feelings.
I can't feel my feelings, if that makes sense.
It's hard 2 put a finger on how I feel
I'm just goin through the motions, with no emotions
Is this real?
Is it a dream, cuz I can't feel anything
I'm blank inside, if u know what I mean
Could I be sad?
I don't know, cuz I feel no tears down my cheek
Am I mad?
My feelings are playing hide & seek
Could I be hurt deep inside, sittin here while my soul cries
I could be heartbroken, waiting til each feeling dies
I really don't know how I feel
My soul's confused & doesn't know which feeling 2 choose
Running rapidly reaching retardation
He hung himself which hindered his hope
Living life looking lethargically lost
many morals may matter
Forever forming fictional Fathoms
She sat singing sad songs
The tears trickled trivially
Mary marked many men maliciously
Mad maniac mary mourned
Slowly she slipped silently into sweet somber