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What will you think you'll find. In my mind full of black, a swirling abyss. What will you find when I don't even know my own mind.
What makes you , you. Your smile Your personality Your jokes Your stile The music you like. The books you read and how you like them afterwards. Your sport. Your ideas. And how you are with people.
Falling, falling without a care, let my wings of thought reach everywhere. Let there be no feeling when I fall, as I crash through your world that means nothing at all.
I saw a man this morning I thought it was my dad His eyes were dark and empty His face was drawn and sad He stood there still and lifeless With his head just slightly bowed Yet with all the grace and...
I don't come from a fucked up family. My father drinks to reach his happiness...and my mother says NOTHING.
I am five again, When time was on my side, Staining paper with crayons And the nonsense phrases of my imagination.
There's a problem with my brain,. It's the reason why I'm stuck. There's a little mental game. That always seams to leave me fucked. The numbers in my name. Have always brought me varied luck.
When the sun dies The old clock stops When nothing's alive When I'm feeling alone No stars on the sky When my tears begin to drop.
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...
The secrets that I keep. As I try to fall asleep. Are so many and so numerous. They prevent me counting sheep. They would lay my soul bare. Should they ever come to air. I sometimes get to wondering.
Soon, it will be as it started, I was left and discarded for fear, That's been keeping me here, Since we parted. This piano, doesn't play any new notes.
I really should be sleeping, But I'm just lying here instead. Staring at the darkness, Thoughts floating through my head. All the things to do tomorrow, All the things I didn't do today.
Make a wish. Use it wisely. Only one. What would you ask for. Make a move. Do it once. One try. What would you do. Take a breath. For someone. It's their last. Who would you exhale for. Take a step.
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody. You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either.
The streets shine with rain, Heavens turn to the usual grey My mind's colours fade to black, I'm going nowhere Two steps forward Three leaps back All my dreams have fallen Where is my safety zone.
Rain. Not the drenching kind, but that's what I wish for. Still, this rain is enough. It pours down from the open sky, which is crowded with dark clouds that speak lightning.
You hide behind your concrete wall Of shameful memories, Dreading all the things that made you fall And lose your sense of ease. An endless sea between your heart and head, Impossible to cross.
Lying here Close to the end Wishing for The things not done. Wish I'd never walked that path Or I'd said those words Wish I'd married my first love But wishes cannot change.
This is a poem I wrote many years ago when I was in a much darker place than I am now. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ My pebbles keep on falling into the pond. I try to halt them.
Cu-clunk, cu-clunk, cu-clunk. The steady rhythm of the train was making her drowsy.
I got the brains, but I lack in other places. The look of post-threat slowly filling up their faces. One track mind won't forget all my troubles, leave them floating around in their little bubbles.
I like razor blades. I like how shiny they are. How the light reflects off them. How elegant yet deadly the tip is. I like razor blades. I like how they feel in my hand. Delicate and light.
when i was younger i had no sense of value a pound went such a long way and five, even further and now that i'm older the lines are still blurred hearts go a long way and bodies, even further.
I'm a figure of round about 6 foot. That makes me tall for a child yet short for a man while I sit in the age group where your in-between. I'm neither fat or skinny, I'm very much an average kid.