Do what they say
Just to live another day
Tears strolling, choking smoke
Trying not to die a joke
But they point their weapons
In my face of fear
I look at myself,
And those I hold near
I do what they say
I don't run away
They and their smiles malign
Would just shoot me blind
Till I see nothing but death
And so I cry
Holding myself
Hoping to die
Life is not worth this
The torture and fear
Is strong and it runs
Through my eye and ear
The screams, they pierce
The blood, it kills
They don't care about
The soul that spills
I lose my stomach
As I watch my father
I try to save him...
But why bother?
The bullet penetrates
The blood hits the dirt
I look into his eyes
His soul was dead...
How it hurt
I tried to lose my thoughts
But instead remembered my mother
Who, seemingly angelic,
Died at the cause of another
The others, those beasts
Their minds are lifeless
Their hands are death
Their actions are thoughtless
In the middle of bustle
I sit, alone
Crying and feeling nothing
And hearing the groan
Of dying life, around me
They won't leave us be
Shooting and fighting
Blood and tears
Dirt and bodies
Death...
But only fear
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I was watching Iron Man and it was my second time watching it. All I remembered from the first time I watched it were the "cool" explosions and gadgets, but the second time I noticed a couple moving scenes that really show some great emotion. And those scenes inspired me to write this. It's not one of my greats, but it's ok.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Irony of Dragonflies
O Dragonfly
You used to fly tall and proud
But now your carcass lies on the ground
What has life reduced you to?
O Sun
You used to bring life and happiness
But if someone rejects your gift,
You cannot make them have it
O poor Insects
You would fly
In the face of danger
Now you cower in dirt
Reduced to less than expected,
We just try to live
But we cannot,
And we cower in fear
Even clouds…
Gorgeous and looming,
Over everything we own,
…Must fall
We don’t see when
But we all fall
Joy will never be
Didn’t you know?
Cower in safety…
We all must
There’s no denying
The ruthlessness of this world
We give so much
But receivers pretend
So we feel the need
To be slaves again
Signs of death
Loom all around life
Dragonflies and suns
Insects and clouds…
Like stars we shine
But burn ourselves
Thus is the way of things
Love?
No
Friendship?
No
These die as well
They are not a solution!
Can love overcome death?
Can friends resurrect your soul?
Life makes everything twisted
We forget what we believed
And forget what we were
Just to cry
And expect something more,
As if there is more
But we
Just
Cry
In solitude
Sweet blissful sadness
There is no such feeling
As your tears wetting your own hair
And you realize you should stop
But your emotions drive you
And rivers flow from the peaks
Of ice in your eyes
Of ice in your heart
Feel it!
Feel the bitter cold
O Life
She takes everything we have
And asks what we have left
Now all I have to give
Are cold tears and a bitter heart
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I made this poem when I was just sad, obviously. It was morning and I was walking to my bus stop and on the side of the road there was a dragonfly, and its legs were up and i thought it was dead but it twitched. I just thought it was really sad how it was such a great creature and now it was twitching and dying on the side of the road. I just felt like writing about how great things die, how all great things die, really. Pay attention to some parts in the poem- after I talk about the insects in the beginning, the next stanza is a sort of allusion to the first three (using the words "reduced," "live," and "cower" to tie them into one idea). The "we give so much/but receivers pretend/so we feel the need/to be slaves again" shows that we give but we don't get anything back. We just see these fake signs of gratitude that the world or people give us, and then we feel like giving more to make it/them happy and... it leads to more disappointment. The night before I wrote this, I was listening to sad music and I was looking up at the ceiling and my tears rolled down the side of my face and into my hair. That's where I got the "wet hair" thing in the stanza before the ice tears and heart. It's basically about irony and how the world takes everything we have... I told you I was sad when I wrote it. It's one of my favorites.
You used to fly tall and proud
But now your carcass lies on the ground
What has life reduced you to?
O Sun
You used to bring life and happiness
But if someone rejects your gift,
You cannot make them have it
O poor Insects
You would fly
In the face of danger
Now you cower in dirt
Reduced to less than expected,
We just try to live
But we cannot,
And we cower in fear
Even clouds…
Gorgeous and looming,
Over everything we own,
…Must fall
We don’t see when
But we all fall
Joy will never be
Didn’t you know?
Cower in safety…
We all must
There’s no denying
The ruthlessness of this world
We give so much
But receivers pretend
So we feel the need
To be slaves again
Signs of death
Loom all around life
Dragonflies and suns
Insects and clouds…
Like stars we shine
But burn ourselves
Thus is the way of things
Love?
No
Friendship?
No
These die as well
They are not a solution!
Can love overcome death?
Can friends resurrect your soul?
Life makes everything twisted
We forget what we believed
And forget what we were
Just to cry
And expect something more,
As if there is more
But we
Just
Cry
In solitude
Sweet blissful sadness
There is no such feeling
As your tears wetting your own hair
And you realize you should stop
But your emotions drive you
And rivers flow from the peaks
Of ice in your eyes
Of ice in your heart
Feel it!
Feel the bitter cold
O Life
She takes everything we have
And asks what we have left
Now all I have to give
Are cold tears and a bitter heart
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I made this poem when I was just sad, obviously. It was morning and I was walking to my bus stop and on the side of the road there was a dragonfly, and its legs were up and i thought it was dead but it twitched. I just thought it was really sad how it was such a great creature and now it was twitching and dying on the side of the road. I just felt like writing about how great things die, how all great things die, really. Pay attention to some parts in the poem- after I talk about the insects in the beginning, the next stanza is a sort of allusion to the first three (using the words "reduced," "live," and "cower" to tie them into one idea). The "we give so much/but receivers pretend/so we feel the need/to be slaves again" shows that we give but we don't get anything back. We just see these fake signs of gratitude that the world or people give us, and then we feel like giving more to make it/them happy and... it leads to more disappointment. The night before I wrote this, I was listening to sad music and I was looking up at the ceiling and my tears rolled down the side of my face and into my hair. That's where I got the "wet hair" thing in the stanza before the ice tears and heart. It's basically about irony and how the world takes everything we have... I told you I was sad when I wrote it. It's one of my favorites.
Craving Delusions
It breaks her heart
But his soul is decimated
She can’t do anything
And he does everything for her
She sees his signs of affection
And receives them with gratitude
She feels alive in those moments
How he dreams…
He forgets her smile
They reconcile
All is well and said
How she wishes…
They, in a battle of mind and heart,
Seem so calm and unmoved
He, who wants her
She, who wants him to forget
How can someone not want to love
That which remedies their pain?
How can one forget that which
They think is perfection?
He wishes he knew
He wishes she knew
That he can’t know
So it is pointless
And in the war of souls,
Their words wound and heal,
Their hands entice and push away,
Their hearts beat to different drums
There’s no winning or losing
Put up the white flag
He wishes, she wishes
Forget that blood was shed
And go home instead
Oh, it’s true what they say
War ruins the day
It tears people away
And nations don’t see…
Forget?
Wars are never lost in mind
Give up?
Both sides never look behind
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In the very beginning of the poem, we see irony and how "he does everything for her" but "she can't do anything at all." It just talks about how both of them have contrasting wishes for what they want at the end of this thing they're going through. He wants... well you tell me what he wants. And, besides that, I was going for a third-person kind of poem this time. I usually say "you" or "she," but this time I talked as if I was a spectator watching the scene of these two people. In reality, I am the guy in the poem and the girl is she who I liked recently. I realized she did not want me, as I had realized before, but it still never stopped hurting. I don't know when, but I made this poem.
But his soul is decimated
She can’t do anything
And he does everything for her
She sees his signs of affection
And receives them with gratitude
She feels alive in those moments
How he dreams…
He forgets her smile
They reconcile
All is well and said
How she wishes…
They, in a battle of mind and heart,
Seem so calm and unmoved
He, who wants her
She, who wants him to forget
How can someone not want to love
That which remedies their pain?
How can one forget that which
They think is perfection?
He wishes he knew
He wishes she knew
That he can’t know
So it is pointless
And in the war of souls,
Their words wound and heal,
Their hands entice and push away,
Their hearts beat to different drums
There’s no winning or losing
Put up the white flag
He wishes, she wishes
Forget that blood was shed
And go home instead
Oh, it’s true what they say
War ruins the day
It tears people away
And nations don’t see…
Forget?
Wars are never lost in mind
Give up?
Both sides never look behind
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In the very beginning of the poem, we see irony and how "he does everything for her" but "she can't do anything at all." It just talks about how both of them have contrasting wishes for what they want at the end of this thing they're going through. He wants... well you tell me what he wants. And, besides that, I was going for a third-person kind of poem this time. I usually say "you" or "she," but this time I talked as if I was a spectator watching the scene of these two people. In reality, I am the guy in the poem and the girl is she who I liked recently. I realized she did not want me, as I had realized before, but it still never stopped hurting. I don't know when, but I made this poem.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Liquid Thievery
Round and opulent
Turns and turns
The sphere of death
That only dies
And in its death
It must steal life
From those inside
To preserve itself
Take my breath away
And feed yourself
From my tears
Disintegrate my pride
For your pleasure
This torture is not worth living anyway
Just take it all away
You who judge and hurt and discriminate
Just take it and go
Go away...
You have what you want
You took my joy
And my music
And my friends
And my strength
And my tears
And my God
Leave me alone...
My sobs don't push you away though
It's as if they're a call for you
A beacon for your treacherous raid
On peace
I'm over it
I can't believe I let you win
I still cry over death
When it's always been beside me
Just devour me whole
Or leave me alone
This game of cat and mouse
Has become known
Is there no one to rescue me?
Is there none that can see
The beacon and come out of pity
And with a pure remedy?
I can't write anymore
I feel too alone
In my solitude
There is nothingness
There is nothing to write
You took it all away
Leave me alone...
I'm at the shore,
Feeling the wave
Of gust and gore
Stay at bay
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This is one of my spontaneous poems. I think that makes three, rite? Well whatever. This was in those days when I was just crying for no reason. It's the second time that that's happened to me, actually. But I was just posting something about what I was feeling and how I felt isolated and like no one understands me... everything just piled up and I wrote this.
Turns and turns
The sphere of death
That only dies
And in its death
It must steal life
From those inside
To preserve itself
Take my breath away
And feed yourself
From my tears
Disintegrate my pride
For your pleasure
This torture is not worth living anyway
Just take it all away
You who judge and hurt and discriminate
Just take it and go
Go away...
You have what you want
You took my joy
And my music
And my friends
And my strength
And my tears
And my God
Leave me alone...
My sobs don't push you away though
It's as if they're a call for you
A beacon for your treacherous raid
On peace
I'm over it
I can't believe I let you win
I still cry over death
When it's always been beside me
Just devour me whole
Or leave me alone
This game of cat and mouse
Has become known
Is there no one to rescue me?
Is there none that can see
The beacon and come out of pity
And with a pure remedy?
I can't write anymore
I feel too alone
In my solitude
There is nothingness
There is nothing to write
You took it all away
Leave me alone...
I'm at the shore,
Feeling the wave
Of gust and gore
Stay at bay
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This is one of my spontaneous poems. I think that makes three, rite? Well whatever. This was in those days when I was just crying for no reason. It's the second time that that's happened to me, actually. But I was just posting something about what I was feeling and how I felt isolated and like no one understands me... everything just piled up and I wrote this.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Devastation
I’m not truly happy,
Am I?
You’re not okay,
Are you?
Depression rages
As happiness engages
In manifestations
Of smiles around me
The time will come
When the tornado will swirl by
And the time will come
When the skies clear a path
To your success
But now the tornado’s coming
And clouds are looming
Your tears are enumerating
And houses are depreciated
In the sight of catastrophe
Wind blows my hair
And I can finally see
Just to have the wind
Throw dust into my eyes
We see just to be blind
We cower just to be noticed
It comes as a beautiful whirlwind
Just to destroy life’s art
We all stare at the disaster waiting to occur
We worry about the destruction about to happen
But you haven’t even realized
The true wreck is inside our homes
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This poem was made in 7th period, in my science class. I don't know what it is about the last period of the day that makes me write poetry... Anyways. A tornado drill happened, and we had to move, and while writing this poem I was like "wow, i should include a tornado into it" cuz it just seemed to work. And it's just about how there's always destruction, and we can't rly stop the sadness in our lives. We can get over it and just make it seem less destructive, but that's just how we perceive it. And sometimes people just think everyone else has horrible lives and don't see that they're the ones that are truly unhappy.
Am I?
You’re not okay,
Are you?
Depression rages
As happiness engages
In manifestations
Of smiles around me
The time will come
When the tornado will swirl by
And the time will come
When the skies clear a path
To your success
But now the tornado’s coming
And clouds are looming
Your tears are enumerating
And houses are depreciated
In the sight of catastrophe
Wind blows my hair
And I can finally see
Just to have the wind
Throw dust into my eyes
We see just to be blind
We cower just to be noticed
It comes as a beautiful whirlwind
Just to destroy life’s art
We all stare at the disaster waiting to occur
We worry about the destruction about to happen
But you haven’t even realized
The true wreck is inside our homes
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This poem was made in 7th period, in my science class. I don't know what it is about the last period of the day that makes me write poetry... Anyways. A tornado drill happened, and we had to move, and while writing this poem I was like "wow, i should include a tornado into it" cuz it just seemed to work. And it's just about how there's always destruction, and we can't rly stop the sadness in our lives. We can get over it and just make it seem less destructive, but that's just how we perceive it. And sometimes people just think everyone else has horrible lives and don't see that they're the ones that are truly unhappy.
Voyage of Self-Discovery
I tick to my own clock
I drum to my own beat
I tune to my own radio
Till there’s nothing I don’t understand
I go down my own stream
Of isolation and adventure
Endlessly and forever
Always fascinated
Lost in the depths
Yet always finding myself
Secrets unraveled
Thoughts discovered
There are times
That I don’t like
What I find
But I can’t pretend
That I didn’t see it
So I leave it be
And there are times
Where I am marveled
At why and how
Things haven’t been found
There’s always more to see
Never less to discover
Floating on and on
Endlessly and forever
The trees always climb
The storms keep on raging
But I just row my boat
Eternally aging
And in this forever stream
We forget it leads to an ocean
Although it carries our very essence
We must remember that it will cease
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This is a poem about learning about yourself. It's about going out into the world alone, and just learning about who you are and accepting it. Or changing it. And your very essence is something that's so vast and there's always more that you haven't seen or felt, so it's just endless.
I drum to my own beat
I tune to my own radio
Till there’s nothing I don’t understand
I go down my own stream
Of isolation and adventure
Endlessly and forever
Always fascinated
Lost in the depths
Yet always finding myself
Secrets unraveled
Thoughts discovered
There are times
That I don’t like
What I find
But I can’t pretend
That I didn’t see it
So I leave it be
And there are times
Where I am marveled
At why and how
Things haven’t been found
There’s always more to see
Never less to discover
Floating on and on
Endlessly and forever
The trees always climb
The storms keep on raging
But I just row my boat
Eternally aging
And in this forever stream
We forget it leads to an ocean
Although it carries our very essence
We must remember that it will cease
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This is a poem about learning about yourself. It's about going out into the world alone, and just learning about who you are and accepting it. Or changing it. And your very essence is something that's so vast and there's always more that you haven't seen or felt, so it's just endless.
Was Darwin Wrong?
In my dark corner
I write my own manifestation
Of these tears that invisibly fall
Into the depths of unimportance
I can feel them falling
But I know they’re not
Not to you
Because you don’t see
I want to make you happy
I wish you were here with me
I want you here…
So… so close
Why can’t it be you?!
Why must you ignore me?!
Why does it have to happen this way…?
It hurts to look at you
I see your smile
And I can’t take it
I see you
And you break me
My head keeps throbbing
With pain and misfortune
And while you live your life
I am excluded
So just leave me alone
I don’t want to be like this
I can’t have you
Because you don’t want me
I wish you could feel
Exactly what I feel
So you would know
What you mean to me
I wish you were here
Oh, so close
But you don’t want me
So just go away
BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO!
I can’t just forget
I can’t see past you
I can’t ignore these feelings
But it’s inevitable
Because it’s already clear
That I am alone
And you’re far from near
It hurts when you touch me
It hurts when you speak
My life disintegrates as I feel
The havoc that you wreak
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The title for this poem is a whole story. I was in class and the girl i liked was sitting right next to me, and since i hadn't liked someone in such a long time, it rly hurt to just sit next to her. And I was almost crying, so I decided to go to this back corner in the room where no one could see me, and so I took a paper and pencil and something to write on, went back there, cried and wrote. I cried the whole time, and the paper I was using was a science notes paper, and the title of the paper was "Was Darwin Wrong?" and i just thought it was funny so I made that the title. I'll never forget this poem.
I write my own manifestation
Of these tears that invisibly fall
Into the depths of unimportance
I can feel them falling
But I know they’re not
Not to you
Because you don’t see
I want to make you happy
I wish you were here with me
I want you here…
So… so close
Why can’t it be you?!
Why must you ignore me?!
Why does it have to happen this way…?
It hurts to look at you
I see your smile
And I can’t take it
I see you
And you break me
My head keeps throbbing
With pain and misfortune
And while you live your life
I am excluded
So just leave me alone
I don’t want to be like this
I can’t have you
Because you don’t want me
I wish you could feel
Exactly what I feel
So you would know
What you mean to me
I wish you were here
Oh, so close
But you don’t want me
So just go away
BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO!
I can’t just forget
I can’t see past you
I can’t ignore these feelings
But it’s inevitable
Because it’s already clear
That I am alone
And you’re far from near
It hurts when you touch me
It hurts when you speak
My life disintegrates as I feel
The havoc that you wreak
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The title for this poem is a whole story. I was in class and the girl i liked was sitting right next to me, and since i hadn't liked someone in such a long time, it rly hurt to just sit next to her. And I was almost crying, so I decided to go to this back corner in the room where no one could see me, and so I took a paper and pencil and something to write on, went back there, cried and wrote. I cried the whole time, and the paper I was using was a science notes paper, and the title of the paper was "Was Darwin Wrong?" and i just thought it was funny so I made that the title. I'll never forget this poem.
Nonexistent
I’m so clueless
I’m so helpless
She’s so beautiful
So, so gorgeous
Maybe I love her
What if I do?
Maybe I make her happy
What if I can?
Maybe I’ll kiss her
What if I want to?
What if I do?
What if I want to?
Maybe I should forget it
But she taunts me everyday
With her eyes
And that gliding walk
Her everyday movements
Make her more beautiful
I look on and wonder
At how amazing it would be
To have her in my arms
And tend to her every need
But her life is not for me
She lives for another
While I waste my breath on her,
And while words I utter
Come out of my heart
She tears me apart
What is she to me?
A dream or an illusion?
A goal or an obsession?
Why all the questions and oppressions?
I only ask you, blank page
Because I know the answer
She does not want me
And so I am alone
The bird flies to the sky
Always staring at its greatness
And longs to be with it
But knows it’s too high
The heart longs to divulge
But how? Tell me,
If nothing is by its side
To make it beat again
For I am alone
Like a bird in my heart,
I am trapped
I long for that
Which cannot be touched
When no hope exists
Of even living
Or dying
Or breathing
Or sleeping
Or loving… near it
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This was a poem when I just liked someone and they didn't like me back. And it was really unusual for me because at that point I hadn't liked someone for maybe four years, and then to just randomly like someone and not be able to have them was like torture. It was such a new feeling, and such a strange sensation. It was weird.
I’m so helpless
She’s so beautiful
So, so gorgeous
Maybe I love her
What if I do?
Maybe I make her happy
What if I can?
Maybe I’ll kiss her
What if I want to?
What if I do?
What if I want to?
Maybe I should forget it
But she taunts me everyday
With her eyes
And that gliding walk
Her everyday movements
Make her more beautiful
I look on and wonder
At how amazing it would be
To have her in my arms
And tend to her every need
But her life is not for me
She lives for another
While I waste my breath on her,
And while words I utter
Come out of my heart
She tears me apart
What is she to me?
A dream or an illusion?
A goal or an obsession?
Why all the questions and oppressions?
I only ask you, blank page
Because I know the answer
She does not want me
And so I am alone
The bird flies to the sky
Always staring at its greatness
And longs to be with it
But knows it’s too high
The heart longs to divulge
But how? Tell me,
If nothing is by its side
To make it beat again
For I am alone
Like a bird in my heart,
I am trapped
I long for that
Which cannot be touched
When no hope exists
Of even living
Or dying
Or breathing
Or sleeping
Or loving… near it
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This was a poem when I just liked someone and they didn't like me back. And it was really unusual for me because at that point I hadn't liked someone for maybe four years, and then to just randomly like someone and not be able to have them was like torture. It was such a new feeling, and such a strange sensation. It was weird.
Passion Pains
Like the sun and moon
You and I intertwine
Beauty and grace as we may be,
We’re never completely one
The rivers and streams
That endlessly seem
To glide down your face
Fall with our grace
And the moans of depression
That we soon learn are real
Are holding us apart
On opposite sides of the world
Like mountains and valleys
You and I combine
The highs and lows seem to glow
But never shine in time
Because the earth beneath us
Is constantly shifting
And moving us so close
Just to tear our hearts out
And in this endless cycle
Faces are not met
For we will only regret
We should just forget
I wish you and I could
Break from these forces
That bend and break
Our little obsession
We are not meant to be
Because a rose by any name
Is just as sweet
But a soul by any passion
Is never set free
You’ve deluded yourself
Your own light blinds you
Your love overtakes you
You try to come to me
But I am out of reach
And so you hear my voice
And try to see me again
But you are oh, so helpless
And cannot amend
Try and fail
Reach and fall
Go on the edge
Just to lose it all
Fall for me, will you?
You will only die
Because as your love grew,
Mine went awry
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This is a poem about when someone likes you but they can't see that you don't like them back. It's a slightly mean poem, but sometimes the truth hurts, you know? It's a sincere poem I guess, but I didn't write it coming directly from me. I guess a part of me was in it, but it isn't directly related to my life.
You and I intertwine
Beauty and grace as we may be,
We’re never completely one
The rivers and streams
That endlessly seem
To glide down your face
Fall with our grace
And the moans of depression
That we soon learn are real
Are holding us apart
On opposite sides of the world
Like mountains and valleys
You and I combine
The highs and lows seem to glow
But never shine in time
Because the earth beneath us
Is constantly shifting
And moving us so close
Just to tear our hearts out
And in this endless cycle
Faces are not met
For we will only regret
We should just forget
I wish you and I could
Break from these forces
That bend and break
Our little obsession
We are not meant to be
Because a rose by any name
Is just as sweet
But a soul by any passion
Is never set free
You’ve deluded yourself
Your own light blinds you
Your love overtakes you
You try to come to me
But I am out of reach
And so you hear my voice
And try to see me again
But you are oh, so helpless
And cannot amend
Try and fail
Reach and fall
Go on the edge
Just to lose it all
Fall for me, will you?
You will only die
Because as your love grew,
Mine went awry
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This is a poem about when someone likes you but they can't see that you don't like them back. It's a slightly mean poem, but sometimes the truth hurts, you know? It's a sincere poem I guess, but I didn't write it coming directly from me. I guess a part of me was in it, but it isn't directly related to my life.
Profound Awakening
In this dim light
I sit here alone
Alone and afraid
For no one is with me
And in this dark nothing
I can be who I am
I can love and write and sing
But I am not happy
The world doesn’t want me
So it traps me inside myself
And I walk the Earth
With my dark world inside me
These people don’t love me
So I try to love myself
And somehow I ask:
What is there to love?
Because the world doesn’t want me,
I don’t want to love myself
Because they can’t accept me,
I feel that I shouldn’t either
But they are all blind
And they live in the light
That only blinds and kills
And takes your breath away
I live in the dark
Alone and afraid
But from my fear comes knowledge
And I become my own light
For the world is light
But shall soon diminish
And as I was bleak
So I will shine
I will grow large
And soon you’ll have to accept me
You will sleep
And soon I’ll have to wake you
Because I never sleep
But you always do
You shut your eyes
And therefore your mind
And forget me
And your needs
I will be there
In my dark corners
Waking you out of your
Egotistical and brilliant sleep
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This is a poem about how isolated people feel sometimes. But even though we are like no one else, we are special and shouldn't feel different in a bad way. We always have something to give, always something good that no one else has. Always something nicely odd about us. And that's what we need to see, and tell the world that we deserve to be accepted.
I sit here alone
Alone and afraid
For no one is with me
And in this dark nothing
I can be who I am
I can love and write and sing
But I am not happy
The world doesn’t want me
So it traps me inside myself
And I walk the Earth
With my dark world inside me
These people don’t love me
So I try to love myself
And somehow I ask:
What is there to love?
Because the world doesn’t want me,
I don’t want to love myself
Because they can’t accept me,
I feel that I shouldn’t either
But they are all blind
And they live in the light
That only blinds and kills
And takes your breath away
I live in the dark
Alone and afraid
But from my fear comes knowledge
And I become my own light
For the world is light
But shall soon diminish
And as I was bleak
So I will shine
I will grow large
And soon you’ll have to accept me
You will sleep
And soon I’ll have to wake you
Because I never sleep
But you always do
You shut your eyes
And therefore your mind
And forget me
And your needs
I will be there
In my dark corners
Waking you out of your
Egotistical and brilliant sleep
--------------------------------------------------
This is a poem about how isolated people feel sometimes. But even though we are like no one else, we are special and shouldn't feel different in a bad way. We always have something to give, always something good that no one else has. Always something nicely odd about us. And that's what we need to see, and tell the world that we deserve to be accepted.
Love's Warmth
I always prayed
I always pleaded
For You to give me purpose
To tell me what to do
I guess I wanted it
Because I didn’t want to go back
But it always got me
And dragged me away
Away from You
Away from Your plans
Away from my dreams
Locked into nothingness
I guess I wanted it
Because I feel so guilty
I’ve wronged You so many times
So why do You forgive me?
I wanted to make it up to You
For what I did, what I chose
I don’t deserve what You’ve given me
I don’t deserve You
I’ve asked myself why You love me
I still don’t understand how or why
I don’t know how You can show me mercy
When all I’ve done is turn my back on You
But You said, “I love you
And I’ll continue loving you
I’ll hold you tight
And keep you warm
I’ll give you food
I’ll give you family
I’ll give you safety
I can give you unconditional love”
You said all these things
And I still don’t understand
But that’s why You’re God
And You reign over us
So take me in your arms
And show me Your path
Tell me of Your grace
And let me feel Your warmth
Tell me You love me
Because I still can’t believe it
Tell me You’ll hug me
Because I still wanna feel it
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This is another "christian" poem. It's just a poem about how away I was from God and i really just wanted to be with Him, but couldn't find a way to. It's also about how amazing God's love is for us, even though we can't love him the same way or do everything he's done for us. He still loves us, and that's what always amazes me.
I always pleaded
For You to give me purpose
To tell me what to do
I guess I wanted it
Because I didn’t want to go back
But it always got me
And dragged me away
Away from You
Away from Your plans
Away from my dreams
Locked into nothingness
I guess I wanted it
Because I feel so guilty
I’ve wronged You so many times
So why do You forgive me?
I wanted to make it up to You
For what I did, what I chose
I don’t deserve what You’ve given me
I don’t deserve You
I’ve asked myself why You love me
I still don’t understand how or why
I don’t know how You can show me mercy
When all I’ve done is turn my back on You
But You said, “I love you
And I’ll continue loving you
I’ll hold you tight
And keep you warm
I’ll give you food
I’ll give you family
I’ll give you safety
I can give you unconditional love”
You said all these things
And I still don’t understand
But that’s why You’re God
And You reign over us
So take me in your arms
And show me Your path
Tell me of Your grace
And let me feel Your warmth
Tell me You love me
Because I still can’t believe it
Tell me You’ll hug me
Because I still wanna feel it
--------------------------------------------------
This is another "christian" poem. It's just a poem about how away I was from God and i really just wanted to be with Him, but couldn't find a way to. It's also about how amazing God's love is for us, even though we can't love him the same way or do everything he's done for us. He still loves us, and that's what always amazes me.
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