It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...
Look forward to something The days will drag its way towards it Then that day will finally come And you'll be surprised to find out
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
There's fog behind my eyes Comprehension just out of reach Simple ideas Feeling the just of it but yet full ideas Still out of reach...
A woman with red hair in the woods A gentle breeze Red hair wild with movement Vivid Like the flicker of an open flame Her posture is confident
I envy those kids The ones whose laughter is in the wind The ones who can receive unconditional love The ones that can love love without judgment
I want to be yours but I am not quite yours and I cannot be yours completely Not yet anyway But I like to pretend I am I enjoy pretending
This sign It's as clear as the thick sheet of fog that hovers over like a blanket But this message This feeling It's undeniable
It's hard to lose but hurts to pretend I see your face and immediately in disgrace I smile a lie and hope it works for a while
I feel utterly useless I feel utterly hideous I find no reason for my existence I feel utterly defenseless Utterly mistreated
Royal Blue Rolling Rippling Like the deep blue sea Calm Smooth movements Dancing in the air like the movements of a ballerina
Look what you've done to me I find myself thinking of nothing but you Late night fantasizing On nights I can't fall asleep
Death The inevitable spirit That's bound to take over Yes I fear it But nothing stops me from playing with it It may seem preposterous
Harsh words Rush into my head Flooding my brain with hate for myself It pours onto my skin Boiling my flesh Eating into my heart
By Angel Blade3 years ago in Poets
