Stand in pairsThey stood soft - not far from a hill. Upon a height - waiting for nothing more.Stand in pairs
Small hands hold small hands While chin meets black jacket shoulder.
Outside is their world, but for them Their world is decaying.
The view from here is of riot, Of individual loss and beauty gone.
Its panoramic and all encompassing, With a sea, hills and a sky raining down.
Two pairs of feet, each upon the other, Both wet, both cold - sad eyes and jumpers torn.
Time heals and time destroys. Time to smash up all its toys.
Time destr
Dark Thought ProcessI found myself in the middle of a dark thought process, engrossed completely in absolutely everything that I possibly could be, endangering my sanity by losing….. no, by slipping into everything that my mind allowed itself to throw at itself. It isn’t easy to take control and it certainly wasn’t hard to recognise the steps that brought me to realising what I had become and how hopelessly I had arrived at this futile future.Dark Thought Process
Once I had begun to flail, I fell more at each low point, until I had surrounded myself with the one thing that I had left, my own overbearing mind. As much as I riddled my ow
moving dayHow can wemoving day
but feel, Staring
from water rocks, More than sunken contempt?
How can we, but raise, When perched upon a height, Our spirits, In this encompassing light?
How can we, only ever say, That each time,
you are still beautyI have seen you, Your artist wars, Your painted lives.you are still beauty
Books and winds that you blew, Flailing tongues and a fake lit sky The indigo pass always reflecting why,
Heartfelt pains and burning bile Attest to defile your involved entirety. Contrived and seeming, Somehow you always hold the key.
And so…… Within this cold A warmth emerges. Even within this burning, Your calm and your yearning, How can you still treat life as though you are learning?
But no
Apologywith every movement creating a sorrowful memory i feel so terrible...because it's hurting you it's not about me As i just lay on the floor, where you were before where i sit in the chair where you sat and glared at me in a silent closure i won't ask for more a restful continuum of the risen few emotions just an apology to say how sorry, and how hard it is becoming a poetic haze is depleting sensible retreating incontrollable beating as i face down and eat the rocks i've layed deserving every second of the pain the truth is a growth apart from the fApology
Garden of TearsI am walking home. My sweater is soaked from sweat and from crying. This pain is terrible, it hurts. He promised everything to me. I gave everything to him. It hurts. It hurts. I remember how every time I would be sad, he would wrap his arms around me, tightly, protectively. He would whisper into my ear that everything would be okay. He would take my hand and rubbing the warmth into them. I trusted nobody but him. Now, I am stripped and thrown out. It hurts. This feeling is too much to bear. I want to sever the chord that floods my body with this pain. I want to stop all this suffering. How did I manage to make myself this stupid and follow tGarden of Tears
A dreamA girl asked a boy if she was pretty. He said no. She asked him if she was beautiful. He said no. She asked him if he liked her. Of course, he said no. She asked if he wanted to be with her forever. He said no again. Then she asked him if she walked away would he would cry. Again he said no. She had heard too much. She had to leave. As she turned to walk away he grabbed her and said "Your not pretty, you’re beautiful. I don’t like you, I love you. I don’t want you forever, I need you forever, and I wouldn’t cry if you walked away, I would die.A dream
Dreaming Impossible DreamsDreaming Impossible DreamsDreaming Impossible Dreams
That’s it I’m so tired Of everything That I can't do That I can't have And that I can't be
I’m just going to sit here Dreaming impossible dreams I can't travel And visit all of my friends I can't stay home With my family forever I can't save the world From anything With everything I’m always
Dreaming impossible dreams
I’m just sitting
Dreaming impossible dreams I can't have The guy I like I can't have Every day off And I can't have My fairy tale
athrú nua
-simon
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Your poetry is amazing. Its really really really good.
Keep up the great work.
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ur stuff is great.
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just writing here to tell u that u absolutatly rawk.
urs poems are awsome.
bueatifully written and composed....just great.
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