Confession of Confused Soul
I can't love
I can't see the light
I've forgotten
I've forgotten...
I can't see you
I can't feel you
I've forgotten the light of the sun
I've forgotten the sound of songs
Your caress, is it your caress?
Your kiss, do I feel your lips?
I've forgotten
I've forgotten how your kisses felt...
I don't know what to say
I don't understand what to do
I don't know
I don't understand
I don't understand anything...
I'm trapped here
I feel trapped in this world
I'm trapped in gray, sad world
I'm trapped in myself
What can I do?
What can I see?
What can I believe?
Will I ever...
Faded
Living disappearing... I’m not standing here anymore.
I’m dying going like a false walkway.
The pain in my heart is making me go, and I can’t stop it.
Black dark cover clouds like an angel’s hell.
I’m screaming and no one is willing to help.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on, and
then he comes into my life again.
The blood that drips from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me again.
My blurry eyes are showing up again.
It must be tears again.
Now when I touch things I go right through them.
Like fog in the morning, and no one is willing to help me out.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on, and
then he comes into my life again.
The blood that drips from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me again.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on then he
comes into my life again.
The blood that drip from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me.
Originally posted by Krabs55
does anybody right anything besides pain.
May I just point out that those who can portray their pain through art or verse are often the strongest of us all. It's the ones who bottle it up and cannot share who will never be helped. Keep it coming Ash, you have true talent. It unfortunate that depth of emotion only seems to stem from pain or trauma, but in allowing us to share your pain, you're moving forward. That's the best way to go sweetie hug
Thanks Sy, It really means alot to me that you enjoy reading my poetry. Here's one that isn't so down. I just wrote it about and hour ago. I hope y'all like it.
Each day passes with a new light on the world,
Changing this childish little girl,
Into the women I've become,
My hearts been broken,
By someone who only saw me as something to see,
But I am stronger,
I will live each day as my own,
Not some one else,
Mine,
One day I will share it,
But not now,
The light of each day changes,
It changes people,
It changes friends,
But above all each new bring new life,
And new hope
Signed,
Ashley
A short one i wrote last night
I didn't try to love you, but the feeling was so strong.
I try to forget you but I can't carry on.
You hold me close like I was your own, but I know I'm not alone.
I know there is no room for me in your heart, but I'll continue to be with you just like I was from the start.
I know I can't break the bond, but I know I have the strength to try to carry on.
I know I love you, and you have no room for me, but I will still love you no matter what happens to me.
Would You
No matter how hard I try
To be happy for you
I still cry myself to sleep every night
And I wonder why
You choose her over me
And yet you seem happy
Would you even care
If I died here, tonight
Would you even cry
If I were to die
Right here, tonight
In front of your eyes
Would you at least burry me
Or not even bother
Would you care
And see your mistake
Would you cry
And dump her
Would you burry me
By the my favorite blossom tree
If I were to die
Would you.....
cry
I Just Can't Find The Words
I don't even think they exist you know,
The words I need to appease your aching soul.
I'm not even sure they were ever in creation,
Those little sounds I'm looking for that will help you breathe easy.
But I swear I'll continue to try,
There's no giving up this end.
As long as you swear to stay,
And promise to hold on that end.
I'll read every dictionary,
I'll learn every language,
I'll sing every song,
Just in the hope that one day,
You'll hear what I say,
And believe.
He's yours.
He was never mine to begin with..............
Originally posted by Syren
May I just point out that those who can portray their pain through art or verse are often the strongest of us all. It's the ones who bottle it up and cannot share who will never be helped. Keep it coming Ash, you have true talent. It unfortunate that depth of emotion only seems to stem from pain or trauma, but in allowing us to share your pain, you're moving forward. That's the best way to go sweetie hug
That isnt what I was saying bc I do that too. I am just saying poetry can be about anything ...why is it ONLY about pain.
Ash - I think you understand the concept, the crying smilie says it all 😉
Krabs - I wasn't having a pop at you hun, I was just trying to explain why all the poems seem to be about pain, or hatred. I, personally, think most poems are written this way because pain and hatred are such strong emotions. You'll remember a happy event clearly, but you will never have the scars and trauma you get from a tragedy.........
Will you ever?
I don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.
I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.
I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.
You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.
I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.
You are an amazing person
and without you I don't know where id be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.