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Why do i feel like i am unwanted
i give what i can and i take only what is given.
i help out as much as i can
i receive the help that is what is felt to be given.
I feel like there is no one there to help,
I know they ask what is wrong.
The times i do finally say what it is
they turn away or have other things to do.
I sit alone in a room listening to the quiet,
I am told it is what i need.
But in all reality it is not
My mind has many thoughts that run through each day.
It doesn't seem like much but it is
my mind has been telling me different things
But it goes so fast i cannot hear
To where i stare out in a blank stare.
Some of the things i am able to hear,
Some are bad some are good.
Some even help me to write in down in words.
I write these poems on a whim.
Nothing to help or guide me through it just my thoughts,
But it is weird cause i don't know what word is next
I don't even read what i write till it is complete
I write freely and not using any guides just myself
I may not been doing this for very long but i know it feels right
Form:
Reveries, rain and stormy nights
Greying hues of poignant plights
Chocolate wraps like sweet caress,
Kiss the corners of my mess
Peeping stars from the veil above
My me, in me was still in love..
Lazy,
Hurt,
Lazily Hurt.
My boisterous soul had been wounded.
Beneath the shadow of my pain,
Were leaned and tangled amongst themselves
The Dark Woods Of my Being.
Far from the city streets,
Yet not from the city lights,I was.
As I leaned on the window sill,
And warned the Monsters of my Maze:
Dazzling Death
Had come to me, in search for a place to hide...
And so,
I had given my soul to the crumbling night,
For Dazzling Death,
Shone from within me since.
Sunny days' dominance dwelt,
My face, always radiance felt
Lurking crowds I would pretend,
Laughter, pleasure, bliss
All were there yet amiss.
Savvy, I felt the worried breeze,
Pleading me to be happy...
But I had vowed to Dazzling Death
Together we shall be,
Though my soul wanders where,
I do not know,
It is free without me.
If the Everyday Shakespeares of Rock
Like Algae, growing on my songs,
Had the novelty
They would say,
To the woman in the mirror
" ...Like a bee, she wore a sting,
Happy when, Ring-a-ding!
Weary eyes that gleamed on you,
Like a werewolf killing through..
But when she loved, The Heavens bereaved
Morons, here,there envied
For she meant to be the Lady of the Night.."
Declined and beaten
Unsure and wasted
It all happened in that day
And I suppressed it to that very night
Where I breathed regret and spoke love
You rejected me
Rejected my valuable offer
As I held the stories I wanted you to read
And the events I wanted to share
You ignored me with your callous looks
When I said I love you
And I said it with all my heart
Please kiss me goodbye
This is over
Do not discuss it any further
You said no
It isn’t over
When I saw the hatred and heartlessness
In your eyes
I stopped trying to get the goodbye kiss
I walked away
Why do u do this
Who do want me to cry?
As you left carelessly and
I heard your footsteps fading
I started to cry softly
I started to weep away my heart
To wipe my tears and start another day
Forget the burden and displeasure
Postpone the pain to that very night
To start a day, leaving my mischiefs behind
With another smile opening the door of fakeness
But living with a heavy heart and twisted smile
Just to see you hurt me again
Where is my heart?
It's draped in the corner underneath an old dirty blanket
waiting for someone to come and take it out of it's place and show it some care.
Bite me!
I know you don't want anything to do with me though I don't understand why I still give a
crap about what you think of me.
I don't understand why it makes me ill to know that you are sitting there not thinking of me,
doing other things that make you happy and not paying attention to anything I do.
I don't know why it makes me mad that you can go on like nothing ever happened,
as though nothing ever changed,
as though you never met me,
never knew me,
never cared a thing about me.
Why is it that this is the truth?
Maybe its because I let my heart out of my chest and let you have it for a while -
I didn't know you'd bring it back and just leave it in the corner unattended.
And now I'm twisted,
I'm screwed up,
I'm left alone and crazed and with a heart that only has the protection of a blanket and not
the body that it belongs inside of.
Thanks.
(2007)
Form:
I don't know how? or why? i'm feeling like this, that plague of sickness that exists in my gut.
The stress in my head and the constant belief that i'm stuck in this rut.
Is there anyway of escaping this mental illness that has taken over my life?.
with all that's going on with me how am i expected to become anyone's wife.
The medication doesn't help me much, sometimes it makes me feel worse.
if only i could find a way of breaking myself free of this torturous curse.
I know that there is no one who can make me feel better, its something I've got to do on my
own.
I have to get up, get on with it and grow myself a backbone.
Its easy for others to say as they don't seem to understand mental illness.
they just think that the way in which i act is down to my own silliness.
maybe so but i'm trying, and it is such a hard illness to beat.
though when i do i will be happy again, back to normal and my life will be complete.
I have to find what keeps me the same.
With paths that split once they came.
Thoughts going insane make me lame.
Parts of my heart still remain.
The rose blossoms with life ahead.
I close my arms tight instead.
I delivered my lists with passion of life.
Lists that are important have no strife.
No back up for heart broken will.
I raise my arms to overcome the still.
I have to find what keeps me the same.
With paths that split once they came.
Thoughts going insane make me lame.
Parts of my heart still remain.
Fear of gossips became too much.
It feels that my emotions are in a crutch.
I walk the path that does not match.
It seems to wind and wildly scratch.
Now my story is about to end.
I finally am walking through a gentle bend.
I have to find what keeps me the same.
With paths that split once they came.
Thoughts going insane make me lame.
Parts of my heart still remain.
My world is crashing all around
I need to fix it but there’s no way to be found
I try to stay on the right track but almost get run over by the train
I need help or I’ll go insane
Is this real or is it pretend
Heaven save me from this dead end
Please help me lord find a friend
Because I’m in trouble at a dead end
Is there an angel perhaps that you can send
I’m at the end of my road on a dead end
When I choose one direction its not the right way
The problems mount more everyday
When I reach for the light I just get a burn
When will my life take a better turn
Is this real or is it pretend
Heaven save me from this dead end
Please help me lord find a friend
Because I’m in trouble at a dead end
Is there an angel perhaps that you can send
I’m at the end of my road on a dead end
I’m down all the time full of sorrow
Things are tougher than ever will there even be a tomorrow
I’ve share it all and got it all off my chest
I’ll keep fighting and I’ll do my best
Is this real or is it pretend
Heaven save me from this dead end
Please help me lord find a friend
Because I’m in trouble at a dead end
Is there an angel perhaps that you can send
I’m at the end of my road on a dead end
...Can you stop my
tears?
Can you take away my
fears?...
Everyday I cry
Everyday I try
To make a sense of it all
And see the height
above the wall,
Yet I see nothing there
So I resume my crying
here!...
Life is so unjust
To me it has given dust
To others it gave gold
So much that I need not
to be told.
Am I suffering for a
crime
Which my fathers had
done before time?
Or is it my little sins
That is giving me these
in milk tins?...
Help is the greatest of
my needs
Cos every second my
heart bleeds
From the agony of my
situations
Which has been for
generations!...
So out of my teary eyes
Bringing out streams of
waters cold as ice!
I look up to heaven
Which they say
numbers seven
And cry aloud
As much as my croaky
voice allowed...
...Can you stop my
tears?
Can you take away my
fears?...
Gaze into my everlasting nightmare
Look to the ash-filled skies
Blanketed with gloomy, dour mist
A never deceasing fog scouring
This dreary meadow of mine
In which
Thorny vines grow generously and strike
Me mercilessly
Pushing me into
A sea of leeches
That suck the life out of me
…or what’s left of it
A wave of remorse and suffering
Swallowing me
Watching me be devoured
As my nightmare diminishes not
Leave me to rot, love, leave me to rot
The parasites are eating me
The vermin are carrying me away
In frag ments… in piec e s…
Watch as every part of me is eaten
Do not curse them
For they are doing me a great favor
You’ll get through this without me
And find that you will benefit as well
Though nightmares dim
Like darkness meeting light
This nightmare does not leave
It stays forever concealed
Inside a heart that beats not
A heart that is damn-aged
And will not mend
But will long and loath
…until the very end
You left and don't seem like you'll return
You left, and now I'm not me.
Left alone; left empty and desolate,
You abandoned me, you left me.
You left me in despair; in depression.
Should I be content with your decision?
Should I accept all that I am now
And stop seeking you?
You that is me; should I?
Am I suppose to leave the me I once was
And just accept the me that I am now?
The me that is in a depressive state.
I found you once, but you only resided
For a few moments.
Now I am unable to find you: permanently?
Do you wish not to be found?
I must say that I feel I should just leave.
I should just stop searching and remain,
Remain in my current state.
Yes, that I'll do; remain I will.
If you wish, you can come and find me,
For I have abandoned my search
For the one who left, you: me.
If you cannot find me or wish not to,
I am content, I am fine with this me
The depressed and silent; I believe I'll keep.