| A poem about life, death and the meaning of both... I think. |
| A poem about life, death and the meaning of both... I think. |


The RevelationIn my time I have let them down for you and forgotten just what it means to laugh and ignored my own dreams, Mother - all for the sake of your approval.The Revelation
All my life I've tried to find a place of quiet comfort and peace far away when I should have been able to feel the pulse of my blood rushing through my veins, following the strumming of a thick bassline.
Days spent with friends heal small cuts but never did I imagine any


ExcusesIf all poets are elitists and all writers considered drunks what title does lay ahead on my path, if no drop of whiskey, wine nor delusions of grandeur have touched these lips since word one.Excuses


MummyI never knew I could hurt this badly never knew it was possible to feel so low with nowhere to go, no one to turn to but there is you. Oh God, when will it end? How can one person be so miserable; its like acid in my chest ripping at all parts of me, tearing through flesh and bone. Im falling oh, falling falling apart at the seams. Dont hold me close, dont look in my eyes. Youll find out that my whole world is made up of lies. Can you handle the truth, or will you run away screaming? &nbMummy


SleepMy body is always pleading for the sweet whispers of cotton sheets and feather pillows. My mind never stops it just keeps thinking and dreaming of a time and a place nothing like where I am now. My heart pounds in my ears because it is afraid of what haunts me each night in my dreams.Sleep
The room fades and becomes dark but my eyes refuse to close until the sun rises. The water in my tank babbles and the birds sing but nothing can drown out the memory of my own screams. The wet nose of my dog touches my cheek but my body and mind and heart resist the lure of rest. &nbs
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"The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer cant write worth a darn. Shes not very good." - Stephen King
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"The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer cant write worth a darn. Shes not very good." - Stephen King
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