:: Nyx57
:: QA5 Having the neighbours round | |
Just two short poems I wrote when I was feeling lonesome. I can't think of any titles for them.
Tossed by the wayside
passed by
cast aside
no one pays me any mind
I'm the voiceless shadow on the wall
You'd never know I was there at all
the brighter the light the darker I become
I hide my secret suffering beneath this mask
I wouldn't speak of it even if you asked
but how much I ache for someone I can love and trust
to not feel this stranded
you can never understand
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Post: #406367 , Thu 8 Jul 10, 1:36PM |
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Those are really good. Sad, but good.
i hope you're feeling not lonely now.
Peace & Love,
Tessa
Love is the weapon for this wounded generation.
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Post: #406368 , Thu 8 Jul 10, 2:00PM |
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i really liked these.im sorry u ever had to feel like this u seem pretty awesome. :/ but i could really relate to your last one. thats what i love about poetry. keep up the good work. and feel happier! PM me if u ever want to talk. i'd love to read more of ur work
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Post: #408770 , Fri 16 Jul 10, 11:55PM |
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:: Nyx57
:: QA5 Having the neighbours round | |
More Poems!
When you left
the writhing flame in my soul was snuffed out
becoming naught more than evanescent smoke swirling and curling
through the darkness like serpents
I am dead
you love another in my stead
but I still haunt your dreams
This one is simply about shyness around that special someone:
Hesitating in hallways
sneaking like a fox
from the girl with the paralyzing eyes
fighting against my iron chains of fear
a laughing, crying crow cheering and jeering my torment
falling steadily into the black well of loneliness
as the suffocating clock sticks on
stern and stoic
time is running out
Me in Junior Highschool:
Overweight and oafish
angry red zits flecked her face like hornets' stings
or devils' spit
Mucous and tears dribbled
as she blubbered beaten and bruised
in the corner of the girls' bathroom
That's all for now folks
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Post: #436074 , Thu 4 Nov 10, 9:17PM |
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