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take my hand and follow me
to a place where all are free
this is not the bitter end
we have found a happy land
come and find the answers to
the questions you've always had
drift into uncertainty
as we fall into the crystal sea
drown our problems in the wine
we will be just great and fine
I have seen the promised land
and it's not so great at all
but we can make our own way
it's not like we have to stay
we can find this perfect place
if we only run away
so follow me, I'll set you free
the time has come to free ourselves of our self
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everything is peaceful and calm just like always
but then suddenly something is different
I wake up and realize yet again that it was just a dream
just one more dream that will never come true
for my life is far from peaceful and calm
I wake up yet again to a world gone wrong
a world as scary as any nightmare
maybe we're all just dreaming this world
and without dreams it wouldn't exist
maybe we're all just someones dream
someone like me dreaming their life away
hoping that things will get better some day
isn't that why we all dream?
to escape from our fears and problems
if only for a few hours
dreams are a never ending addiction
the almost perfect drug
and we all do it
we sleep everyday to escape our lives
only if we sleep will our dreams come true
but they're only an illusion
maybe the only way to make a dream happen
is to die and dream an eternal dream
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on wings of lead some shall fly
not to soar but to fall
weighed down by the burdens of life
they tumble out of control
unable to stop or slow down
the pain of life to much to bear
some don’t even care
they are lost and will not be found
their lives seem meaningless
doomed to an eternal wandering
there are those that soar
and those that fall
save yourself I’ll tell you
while you still can
for I am falling to
wishing I had done something so long ago
but now I’m falling and I cannot stop
nothing can stop me
but hitting the bottom
only death could stop me now
for I am falling and there is nothing to stop me
my life unlived and cut so tragically short
tragic to you maybe
but freedom to me
no longer weighed down by the wings of lead
I am free of my pain
pain so severe it made life unlivable
unable to soar with the rest
I fall as do so many
unable to keep up from the weight
shackled to my misery and depression
I pray for it to end quick
that I may be set free
free of what haunts me so gravely
the fear of life itself
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the people are insane
and their all in chains
bonded to their fear or life
and I am one of them
the nights are long
and filled with pain
enclosing me in their arms of shame
theres no way out
no matter how hard I try
I can't find the key that will set me free
someone please help me
my freedom rots away
into an unknown feeling of decay
the end is near
I see it there
salvation is near
finally I can rest at last
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dreams are our own ecstasy
the way we escape from life everyday
sleep is the only legal drug
if sleep is like this
surely death must be the same
the dead are only dreaming
never to awaken again
their lives are now a perfect dream
an eternal dream never to be extinguished
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forgotten and rejected
I am the outcast
ignored by all abused by many
you see me every day
yet you see right through me
in your eyes I don't exist
another nameless face in the crowd
I am lost but will never be found
wandering aimlessly forever
unsure of where to go next
I am scared
but no one is there to comfort me
for I am the outcast
alone in the back of every room
there is one of us
you may not see us
but look hard enough and you will
don't look too long for I may look away
embarrassed and ashamed of something unknown
don't enter my world unless you are prepared
because once you are in there's no going back
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what am I? you ask
I am nothing you would understand
you live in a completely different world than me
I am nothing at all really
for that’s what a vampire is
I am nothing so I must find something
something to cure the thirst
something to ease the torment I go through
my life is not what you think
how could anyone envy what I have?
envy the long sleepless and lonely nights?
or the torture of that horrible thirst?
envy the burning flesh in the sun?
what is there you find so fascinating about me?
I am nothing but darkness and pain
my life is lonely and long
and full of disbelief
disbelief of myself and by others
it's not fun it's not glamorous
my life is a day to day struggle
a struggle with no one but myself
and that dammed thirst for blood
for energy, the force that will keep me going
and without it I won't die
for death is to fitting an escape
instead I will suffer pain and loneliness
this is my life, nothing to envy here
nothing here but emptiness to be filled
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blood flows through the streets like water
the painful dying has begun
they'll rip the flesh right off our bones
run and hide before it's too late
how long we have endured this I forgot
someone please save us
the strange creatures of time are attacking
men are fighting and dying
quick save us before it's too late
take us away from this god forsaken place
is death our only friend?
tell all the people they'll soon be free
free of this torturous hell
pass the drugs and pass the knives
our savior never came
our salvation never achieved
the grim reality is upon us
there were no creatures only ourselves
we slowly sing deaths song as our lives slip away
no goodbye cruel world just silence and peace at last
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