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All of these are pretty emo... I usually only do the poetry thing when I'm particularly pissed about something, or have had a crappy day. I don't care much about improving, but constructive criticism is nice sometimes, just for the sake of feedback because none of my friends say much about them. They usually just go like, "They're really well written." And whatever.
Untitled I’ll sit here, lonely on my bed And shoot the lyrics through my head A metaphor sliver like a knife Impacts enough to end my life
Also untitled Chilling me Every breath of cold air Every glance to the frost cast from the street lamp Breathing out cold air like a cancer threat
My fingers are numb My insides are chipping Chattering in coldness I wonder just how long I will have to stand here Before I can say goodbye for real
I remember everyone The strangers I have made The loves and lives I’ve met Combing their hair with their fingers And laughing all the time Without even hearing the joke
I wonder how long I’ve stood in the frost On this empty street of memories Unhappy and distasteful Lovers who were strangers And friends all just the same
I hate it and I love it There’s nothing that I want And yet my entire life Is floating in these breezes Stirring leaves and jackets And hugs to share warmth
But no one’s here to hug me The entire world is sleeping No one knows I’m here I would call and say goodbye But no one really knew me I’d be told I dialed wrong, I guess
The pillows of breath come They light up in soft silver I let a tear roll down and sigh I’ve never really been here There’s no one here to love me And I finally say goodbye
So now the road is mine I own the space tonight A freedom I was never given A life that is my own I may have never been there But I’m here, and that matters.
36 Don't talk Kneeling down, joints in pain I'll let the day slip down the drain The water is burning my body down No smile was ever made up of a frown
Laying down to sleep, to leave I'll wipe the moments on my sleeve Each and every memory will crush me under gravity
I will pray when I awake thinking of the tears I'll make That later will drift down the drain or be wiped upon my sleeve in pain...
31. Don't say what you don't know.
"Your life isn't special, it's always so bland." Until you've been through it, you can't understand
You can't swim the ocean if you don't know a stroke You can't know the riches if you are flat broke
No one believes that I hated the band But until they've been through it they can't understand
They can't know love if they don't know a soul They can't know success without making a goal
They aren't so proud once my future's not planned But until they've been through it, they can't understand
They can't know my life if they don't know me and they can't possibly love me if they won't let me free
30. Tidal Wave I got lost, alone, today No hand held mine to make me stay So, naturally I went astray Goodnight my love, goodnight
Everything for your hips, your lips There's water on your fingertips The tidal wave it rips and clips like none I've ever known
Lost inside the sea, I am A squid, a fish, a crab, a clam I never surfaced, though I swam No sight, my love, no sight
I gave up on your lips, your hips There's blood there on your fingertips The tidal wave it rips and clips and I want to go home.
28. Goodbye, Teacher I never thought it'd be the day Where you would shake your head and say, "There's nothing more that you can learn, I've lived my life, now it's your turn."
As you went upon your way You sent the rainfall streams astray I stood alone on the street and sighed And I felt the rain fall down inside.
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