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Elly Metz Poem
I have this sudden burning desire-
That mounts within like a raging fire-
To flit away to a moonlit field,
And to my wildest passions yield.
I'd dance along a whispering brook,
And bury my head in a horse's mane.
I'd whistle the haunting melodies,
The gypsies sang of long ago.
I'd sing until my mouth was dry,
My soul was drained,
My spirit free!
But it really couldn't be the same-
Without you standing next to me.
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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Elly Metz Poem
Humans aren't perfect, some zombies inside..
Some hearts always breaking, though smiling they've tried...
Their scars are all endless, they're searching in vain,
To turn back to "normal", and find love again.
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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Elly Metz Poem
Moon! Oh dear Moon! Shining in the sky,
My how I have missed you as slowly months drag by!
I feel so colored, fake, and bound, down here on Earth below.
There's nothing wrong with color, dear, though blackness I love so.
It's really, simply rather weird to plod about the place,
And walk in mud and grass and waves
Where there is no "forever trace".
The cold wind whips around me and the people stare so much...
I sometimes feel the surrounding forces will make me need a crutch.
People drag you downward, gravity is harsh,
My poor soul barely withstands the strain,
And my being is all but crushed.
I hate it here dear Moony.
I hate that I complain.
I simply cannot help it,
My false happiness is in vain.
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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Elly Metz Poem
You told me you didn't care, my opinion didn't matter.
"You're right", I admitted. *the tears downward splattered*
"I'm hopeless, I'm helpless..."
"You're taking up space!"
"Excuse me excuse me! I can't find my place!"
"There is none," You taunt me, "There's no use for you."
"You're right... now I see it. I'll leave, life's askew!"
I died that day- Oh not really you know.
I'm right here still breathing with heart cold as snow.
It's rock hard, a bit cracked, and might crumble away...
Who knows? I can't feel it... I might go today...
Now don't get it twisted, I can laugh, play, and smile,
Just when I'm alone I feel dead for awhile.
It's said, "Words can't hurt you" and that much is true.
It's the meaning behind them that kills me... and you
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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Elly Metz Poem
The tiles! Oh the tiles, on the floor so dusty white.
They comfort all my aching as the coolness within seeps..
My thoughts are crowding all around, and some they try to bite..
my mind is fogging, doubts are dodging into hurried heaps..
A rain cloud in my head tonight, I think that this must be.
And all the thunders grumbles spite, with powers I can't see..
Why must these lonely thoughts persist?! Oh why can't I be free!
To simply come, go, and assist, those needing help from me..
It isn't fair! Nobody cares.. my heart is one in a million "wares"..
They say "I do, I relate to you" then stride off to join a motley crew.
Must one be a shallow, carefree soul, to make "friends" of "learning", and fill these empty holes?
Where's the deepness of my yearning.. the quencher of this burning..
The protector from these sneers.. And my fighter against these fears..
Or could it be.. that someone is me.. Forever alone, am I destined to be?
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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Elly Metz Poem
Behind this smile I've shed many tears,
Behind this boldness I'm fighting my fears.
Beyond this joy is an aching soul,
This heart is 'most naught, but raw empty holes.
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2016
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