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Without Diving In Poem
If i fell apart, would i really die
If you found out i got hurt, would you even cry
Why am i alive, i wish that i could die,
The horrid pain of death, needles in my spine
This death that i speak of, i think i’ll call it life
My chest is so heavy, it’s become hard to smile
Could i wish for anything, i’d wish away the pain
There’s not much i can say, that will not leave a stain
My mind is an enigma, the void is getting bigger
I’d rather be the figure, that wasn’t in the picture.
We spend hours on the net, searching for what we cannot get,
The quotes and the sayings to let out what’s inside our heads.
But time and time again.
I seem to get lost for words
My ladder has been broken
Back to this world of hurt.
I really want to try, but what if it’s all a lie
Is loving you, as i do, really worth my time
All the other people, closer than i am
Ask yourself, do they, love you like i can
I could stop it if i wanted, but the fact is i don’t
I would tell you that i love you, but i'm afraid you wont
I have time, too much, my life’s become a drag
You said my life is care-free; my emotions are just a rag
To be thrown around, used to cleanse, touched by unclean hands
And the one that has to wash it, wishes that they didn’t
If that person is you, i’d rather just stay hidden.
You said i am your love, have faith, you are mine
But why wont you tell me, are your worries the same as mine
In the place that we are in, all we have is time
But when we meet, we pass, not even a sign
All of this though you are on my mind
I wish that this would change, i want to be with you for life
And one day, just maybe, i can call you my wife
We can tell tales of today, our confusion and our strife.
Would you take me over him, or should i take the knife.
But the old me is not dead, just in a coma
Come closer, wake him up with your aroma
Embrace him in your suppleness, its about our only wish
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Without Diving In Poem
I said in my article that i aim to post twice a month, but i only posted one last month, so this is for last month. expect two more!
Time is running out,
Pressure increases I need to shout
My life is like a library, if I do they’ll kick me out.
A man wearing a mask, shaped like a dog’s snout
Came to me in a dream
I didn’t know what I was seeing
I woke up and everything was clear.
Life is a pattern, some things weigh a feather
You may see satin, when it’s really leathers.
I don’t know who cares and who is fake,
But those that do, I think I’m pushing them away
And once I realise, I can’t make them stay.
Now you see, I love people,
But relationships are feeble,
Broken by a breath of air
Regrets, just sitting there.
I’ve become inhuman
Daily interactions are like talking to moonmen,
Goodbye.
I’m not who I used to be,
I would be a shock to the old me,
Oh what a shame to see
How, I have become a freak.
I know your impression is not up to date,
Trust me, you don’t know how I’ve changed.
When I think of you,
The air feels cold,
Heart so blue,
Bleeding soul,
If only,
I never changed,
Would things still be the same
Maybe I’d have you to myself
Have you in my arms,
But no I’m depressed
Causing self-harm
Body and mind obsessed.
With you
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Why are they all the things all the things that we could never be?
Why do feelings exist between you and me?
On my life this is to painful to watch
You and those boys, this is so botched
It makes me want to die.
Curl up in a ball forcing cries
‘cos the pressures building up
Cant wait till my heartbeats given up
Treating you like you’re insignificant
Is eating me apart, far from mundificant.
Always holding their hands,
My spirit becomes bland
Its filling me with frustration
Beyond mensuration.
Tearing me apart,
What a mess, a human can make of a heart
While keeping it beating,
Wishing it wasn’t beating.
Listen to yourself, can you can hear a sheep bleating.
I would call this torture,
I feel like pain’s porter.
The embodiment of sadness, this world contains
Spilled ink on a sheet that used to be plain.
I’m just waiting for departure
Targeted, but not killed by the archer
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A poem erratic, irregular and tricky as my emotion
Why don't i have the words
The pain is just absurd
Blowing slowly through life
Im almost at the curb
Ready to take my life
Playing with a knife
The way i've learnt to live
Is simply to just give
Don't keep anything inside
I'm not good enough anyway
We are all going to die
At the end of the day
I put myself away
I want to come out
Nobody hears, even if i shout
Who am i
Is my name a lie
my name is just a title, and i am just alive
We happen to be together, but nothing defines me
No trends or personalities
That are left for people to see
I threw myself in the trash
I treated my friends like a rash
Itching and annoying, can’t wait for them to leave
I want to get them back, but i have nothing up my sleeve
Itching and annoying, cant wait for them to go
Look at what i’ve done, now im all alone
Socially i have no home
I do anything, things i dont do,
Just so i have a reason to talk to you
Talking dirty
Acting all flirty
Im sure ill be dead before i reach thirty
I hope ill be dead before i reach thirty
Ill keep trying, i need something to rep
The future aint lookin nice and thats not my set
And so
I take another step
Each one there’s less and less
Of me.
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To love and be loved back is one in a million
To have this and spoil it is so so painful
The pain stays, beyond the death of love
And to watch her move on, without bringing you along
Makes you want to open your mouth and close it on a bomb
When she talks to others it pains and pains
Then when its finally your turn you don’t know what to say
All because of the skewering emotions, stirring inside
The urge to cry
The need to cut
The longing of death
All because you aren’t as close as they are
But she says we have something, how can this be
When we are face to face, I sweat to speak
Because she isn’t mine
A masterpiece loved you, but you just didn’t have enough
JD, I played the fool
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