The mountains in the distance aren't getting any closer
In fact, the harder I try to reach them, the farther away they seem
I wish, just once, I could climb them and feel closer to the rulers;
Talk to them about my past, without shame or condemnation
The little child getting in my way
Constantly making me trip over her irresponsibility
She's too naive to know or care
About the people surrounding her
The carrot, dangling just out of the donkey's reach
Taunting it with its mysteries and unpredictability
The poor animal just wants to figure it out
What this carrot is all about
The families in the universe that need to know
What's going on behind closed doors
Never know, never seem to care
But in reality, some do
Well hello there! Welcome to my blog, where I write "possibly the most beautiful, depressing, brutally honest" poetry some people have ever seen. I write purely from personal experience, and every so often, I include a rant or two. My blog is getting old, so there are a lot of poems to read, and I'd very much appreciate if it you left a reaction!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
One More Day
I see the fear in your
Eyes. I feel the pain
in your beating heart
It gets stronger
every day
Day by day your
life drags on. You're
afraid to be alone
but you're scared of
having friends.
I see the dried blood
I see the scars
I hear your sobs
in the bathroom
stalls.
All I have to do
is read between
the lines. The
signs are
everywhere.
You're about to
break. You're gonna
implode. All it
takes is one
more problem.
Then you'll end
the pain. Leaving
everyone behind.
You'll finally
be free.
But what you
don't expect is
a girl who knows
what you are.
You're different.
It's not very often
you feel someone
cares. Not very
often you're
happy.
But I do care.
And I want
to help. Promise
me you'll live
just one more day.
Eyes. I feel the pain
in your beating heart
It gets stronger
every day
Day by day your
life drags on. You're
afraid to be alone
but you're scared of
having friends.
I see the dried blood
I see the scars
I hear your sobs
in the bathroom
stalls.
All I have to do
is read between
the lines. The
signs are
everywhere.
You're about to
break. You're gonna
implode. All it
takes is one
more problem.
Then you'll end
the pain. Leaving
everyone behind.
You'll finally
be free.
But what you
don't expect is
a girl who knows
what you are.
You're different.
It's not very often
you feel someone
cares. Not very
often you're
happy.
But I do care.
And I want
to help. Promise
me you'll live
just one more day.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Broken
I have something I need to say
My heart is about to break
But do you care?
I don't even know why I try
To express my heart, express my mind
I just get hurt more
You always laugh, I always cry
Then you just leave me there to die
That's just like you
That's why I run and why I hate
That's why we are where we are today
Because of YOU
You always used me and it became
A relationship I threw away
I gave up
I gave up
So now it's over and I wonder why
Why I care and why I still cry
It's not fair
I just can't get over it
Can't get over what we could have been
Help me forget
I need to forget you, but it will help
Once you're out of my heart, out of my head
Broken
Letter to You
I wrote this yesterday when I read through a poem that was written to me last summer. The boy who wrote it probably doesn't remember it, but I do. I keep it with me to remind me of my friend. If you read this, (unnamed guy), thank you. You've saved my life quite a few times.
So I read through your poem
The one that you wrote for me
And it made me cry
I don't know how or even why you care
After all, I'm just a screw-up
Yet you seem to love me
And I know you're a Christian and love everyone
I can't help but wish we could have stayed longer
Maybe then I'd understand it better
I know I messed up
Alot
But you still talk to me, you still pray for me
And as much as it scares me,
Thank you
I told you last night how love scares me
Makes me retreat inside myself
And the idea, just the thought
Of a Christian guy
Only a teenager, not yet seemingly required
To say you love even the one who hates you the most
Scares me even more
Even if you say it's unconditional and there are
No mistakes big enough to cause hate
I'm going to screw-up
Major
But thank you anyway
It really helps to know
You'll always be there for me
Even if I don't want you to be
Thanks, bud.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Dead of Night
The dead of night, when the monsters come out
Now I know what they were talking about
The howling grips my throat in fear
Please no! Please don't leave me here!
Don't let go of my hand, I'll scream
I don't want to stay in this building, this thing
Scratching my face with its razor-sharp nails
I didn't think this was part of the deal!
The darkness won't relent, refuses to give in
Knowing everything will go its way in the end
Darkness prevails, the light's now dull
Soon to turn to black as well
Now I know what they were talking about
The howling grips my throat in fear
Please no! Please don't leave me here!
Don't let go of my hand, I'll scream
I don't want to stay in this building, this thing
Scratching my face with its razor-sharp nails
I didn't think this was part of the deal!
The darkness won't relent, refuses to give in
Knowing everything will go its way in the end
Darkness prevails, the light's now dull
Soon to turn to black as well
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