Drink wrote:
Many years have passed,
many forgotten battles,
many faces.
Banners knifes and blades,
laid there to rest,
a gravestone without a name.
So many memories,
So many names,
So many faces,
Will they find some rest?
When no tombstone will spoke their names,
When no victories will be sung on their deaths.
I laid in my side and they fall from my ear,
and just like that, the field is gone,
and no stories will be told in their names.
many forgotten battles,
many faces.
Banners knifes and blades,
laid there to rest,
a gravestone without a name.
So many memories,
So many names,
So many faces,
Will they find some rest?
When no tombstone will spoke their names,
When no victories will be sung on their deaths.
I laid in my side and they fall from my ear,
and just like that, the field is gone,
and no stories will be told in their names.
That's really good.
Darion wrote:
My heart is beating
My skin is bleeding
My lungs are screaming
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is frozen
My veins are bloodless
My mouth is mute
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
I hide behind walls
My walls
My cage
Tall walls
Thick bars
Invisible
I cling to myself
Cold clammy hands
Stuck in dark pockets
Rose red lips
Painted face
Hiding my pale disgrace
Tugging on my sweater to keep shivers away
Tattoos
Piercings
Loud music
All to keep
This fragile frame hidden
They can think I'm crazy
Rebellious
Stubborn
Young
Stupid
Just make sure they don't know I'm sick
My heart is racing
My skin is scarred
My lungs are exhausted
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is aching
My veins are showing
My mouth is pretending
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
They've tried before
The few
The bold
Careless
Clumsy
To knock down the walls
Hands balled into fists
Hidden behind my back
Fake smiles
Stiff handshakes
Empty laughs
Concealing the past
Pulling my hat forward further to hide my face
Dark clothing
Crazy hair
Walking faster
Down alleyways and streets
All to mask the fear
They can think I'm crazy
Rebellious
Stubborn
Young
Stupid
Just make sure they don't know I'm sick
My heart pounding
My skin is quivering
My lungs are weak
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is aching
My veins are empty
My mouth is silent
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
Nobody knows I'm dying
Crying
Terrified
Lost and exhausted
That's the way it is
But at least nobody knows I'm sick
My skin is bleeding
My lungs are screaming
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is frozen
My veins are bloodless
My mouth is mute
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
I hide behind walls
My walls
My cage
Tall walls
Thick bars
Invisible
I cling to myself
Cold clammy hands
Stuck in dark pockets
Rose red lips
Painted face
Hiding my pale disgrace
Tugging on my sweater to keep shivers away
Tattoos
Piercings
Loud music
All to keep
This fragile frame hidden
They can think I'm crazy
Rebellious
Stubborn
Young
Stupid
Just make sure they don't know I'm sick
My heart is racing
My skin is scarred
My lungs are exhausted
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is aching
My veins are showing
My mouth is pretending
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
They've tried before
The few
The bold
Careless
Clumsy
To knock down the walls
Hands balled into fists
Hidden behind my back
Fake smiles
Stiff handshakes
Empty laughs
Concealing the past
Pulling my hat forward further to hide my face
Dark clothing
Crazy hair
Walking faster
Down alleyways and streets
All to mask the fear
They can think I'm crazy
Rebellious
Stubborn
Young
Stupid
Just make sure they don't know I'm sick
My heart pounding
My skin is quivering
My lungs are weak
But nobody feels it
But nobody sees it
But nobody hears it
My chest is aching
My veins are empty
My mouth is silent
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody
Nobody knows I'm dying
Crying
Terrified
Lost and exhausted
That's the way it is
But at least nobody knows I'm sick
Who. Are. You? Just kidding...I don't need to know, I respect your privacy. But gosh, this poem is so moving. Wish I could hug ya, whoever you are. This poem is so good. Well *hugs*
Thank you Abigail
Darion wrote:
Thank you Abigail
Your welcome
For all my life, I have lived mostly despair,
Always wishing there was someone to care
I wished for the longest time, the hurtful would be gone,
But I have given up on that dream for it has been far too long.
I walk these streets and try not to keep my face to the ground,
Failing miserably, but at least can't see those around.
BANG!
A car.
I fall onto my back, gazing up at the stars.
Suddenly, it's dark, not a single light,
Can I see within my sight.
I look around me and I feel nothing,
For five sweet moments, there isn't something.
Five sweet moments there was only me,
No judgements,
No pain,
And no tears for as far as I could see.
I wake in a blue and white room,
Feeling like I was swept away by a broom.
I begin to talk, filled with sorrow,
"Take me back! I don't want to see tomorrow!"
They look at me like I'm crazy,
They say that its just the drugs that's also making my vision hazy.
My family sits around me, stunned by my words,
Not knowing that they contributed to my curse.
My curse of still walking the dark, hateful earth,
Dreaming I could travel back and I could prevent my birth.
My wish for death was not honored,
Which is the usual, why did they even bother?!
To drag me to the hospital, supposedly saving my life,
When all I wanted was an end to this strife.
No one in this world can change how I feel,
I always feel like I'm on a wheel.
Spinning round and round, making myself dizzy,
Grabbing a drink from the fridge that's oh so fizzy.
The one person who used to make me glad,
But a bullet in his head and made me forever sad.
Though he has only been gone a short while,
I'll honor his final request to, "Live On And Smile."
So here I am, breathing and grinning,
But certainly not feeling like I'm winning.
Dan, I miss you my big brother,
Trust me when I say, like you there is no other.
-Neo. For My Big Brother, Daniel. May He Rest In Peace.
Always wishing there was someone to care
I wished for the longest time, the hurtful would be gone,
But I have given up on that dream for it has been far too long.
I walk these streets and try not to keep my face to the ground,
Failing miserably, but at least can't see those around.
BANG!
A car.
I fall onto my back, gazing up at the stars.
Suddenly, it's dark, not a single light,
Can I see within my sight.
I look around me and I feel nothing,
For five sweet moments, there isn't something.
Five sweet moments there was only me,
No judgements,
No pain,
And no tears for as far as I could see.
I wake in a blue and white room,
Feeling like I was swept away by a broom.
I begin to talk, filled with sorrow,
"Take me back! I don't want to see tomorrow!"
They look at me like I'm crazy,
They say that its just the drugs that's also making my vision hazy.
My family sits around me, stunned by my words,
Not knowing that they contributed to my curse.
My curse of still walking the dark, hateful earth,
Dreaming I could travel back and I could prevent my birth.
My wish for death was not honored,
Which is the usual, why did they even bother?!
To drag me to the hospital, supposedly saving my life,
When all I wanted was an end to this strife.
No one in this world can change how I feel,
I always feel like I'm on a wheel.
Spinning round and round, making myself dizzy,
Grabbing a drink from the fridge that's oh so fizzy.
The one person who used to make me glad,
But a bullet in his head and made me forever sad.
Though he has only been gone a short while,
I'll honor his final request to, "Live On And Smile."
So here I am, breathing and grinning,
But certainly not feeling like I'm winning.
Dan, I miss you my big brother,
Trust me when I say, like you there is no other.
-Neo. For My Big Brother, Daniel. May He Rest In Peace.
NeonGreenHair17 wrote:
For all my life, I have lived mostly despair,
Always wishing there was someone to care
I wished for the longest time, the hurtful would be gone,
But I have given up on that dream for it has been far too long.
I walk these streets and try not to keep my face to the ground,
Failing miserably, but at least can't see those around.
BANG!
A car.
I fall onto my back, gazing up at the stars.
Suddenly, it's dark, not a single light,
Can I see within my sight.
I look around me and I feel nothing,
For five sweet moments, there isn't something.
Five sweet moments there was only me,
No judgements,
No pain,
And no tears for as far as I could see.
I wake in a blue and white room,
Feeling like I was swept away by a broom.
I begin to talk, filled with sorrow,
"Take me back! I don't want to see tomorrow!"
They look at me like I'm crazy,
They say that its just the drugs that's also making my vision hazy.
My family sits around me, stunned by my words,
Not knowing that they contributed to my curse.
My curse of still walking the dark, hateful earth,
Dreaming I could travel back and I could prevent my birth.
My wish for death was not honored,
Which is the usual, why did they even bother?!
To drag me to the hospital, supposedly saving my life,
When all I wanted was an end to this strife.
No one in this world can change how I feel,
I always feel like I'm on a wheel.
Spinning round and round, making myself dizzy,
Grabbing a drink from the fridge that's oh so fizzy.
The one person who used to make me glad,
But a bullet in his head and made me forever sad.
Though he has only been gone a short while,
I'll honor his final request to, "Live On And Smile."
So here I am, breathing and grinning,
But certainly not feeling like I'm winning.
Dan, I miss you my big brother,
Trust me when I say, like you there is no other.
-Neo. For My Big Brother, Daniel. May He Rest In Peace.
Always wishing there was someone to care
I wished for the longest time, the hurtful would be gone,
But I have given up on that dream for it has been far too long.
I walk these streets and try not to keep my face to the ground,
Failing miserably, but at least can't see those around.
BANG!
A car.
I fall onto my back, gazing up at the stars.
Suddenly, it's dark, not a single light,
Can I see within my sight.
I look around me and I feel nothing,
For five sweet moments, there isn't something.
Five sweet moments there was only me,
No judgements,
No pain,
And no tears for as far as I could see.
I wake in a blue and white room,
Feeling like I was swept away by a broom.
I begin to talk, filled with sorrow,
"Take me back! I don't want to see tomorrow!"
They look at me like I'm crazy,
They say that its just the drugs that's also making my vision hazy.
My family sits around me, stunned by my words,
Not knowing that they contributed to my curse.
My curse of still walking the dark, hateful earth,
Dreaming I could travel back and I could prevent my birth.
My wish for death was not honored,
Which is the usual, why did they even bother?!
To drag me to the hospital, supposedly saving my life,
When all I wanted was an end to this strife.
No one in this world can change how I feel,
I always feel like I'm on a wheel.
Spinning round and round, making myself dizzy,
Grabbing a drink from the fridge that's oh so fizzy.
The one person who used to make me glad,
But a bullet in his head and made me forever sad.
Though he has only been gone a short while,
I'll honor his final request to, "Live On And Smile."
So here I am, breathing and grinning,
But certainly not feeling like I'm winning.
Dan, I miss you my big brother,
Trust me when I say, like you there is no other.
-Neo. For My Big Brother, Daniel. May He Rest In Peace.
Awww.
I'm sorry, man.
This is a great poem. *hugs*
*I hug Abigail back.* Thanks. He would have loved a place like this. You're a very loving person.
The Raven Outside my Door
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
In a daydream, I write the tale.
And does muse chose to fail?
Mental blocks find my every path
Be it tender love, or raging wrath
But hark! Outside my door!
A Raven calls, mocking evermore
She clicks at me when I go to look
and reads me deep, like a book
The blue irises of this Raven's eyes
Tells me why it is that my muse dies
and the gentle caw before she flies
tells me where it is where my muse lies
Gone from my door did the Raven fly
But she watches me from a tree on high.
And I write now, under her careful eye
And anew my muse comes, on wings, to fly
You are quite the poet dunedain.
SexySultryBabe wrote:
You are quite the poet dunedain.
SexySultryBabe wrote:
You are quite the poet dunedain.
Subtleknifewielder wrote:
Seconded!
Lol... not really. I just seem to be extra creative this night. Thank you both.
A Broken Heart
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When you held me, you said "forever."
Now that you're gone, I know you meant "never."
Saying you love me with that look in your eye,
And that was a cold-hearted lie.
Your tender touch, a soft kiss,
Two things about you I will miss.
As I sit here thinking about you,
My face is wet with tears past due.
I should've cried a long time ago,
But I loved you so.
I know they say love is blind,
But I had only you on my mind.
A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife,
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life.
~Shade
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When you held me, you said "forever."
Now that you're gone, I know you meant "never."
Saying you love me with that look in your eye,
And that was a cold-hearted lie.
Your tender touch, a soft kiss,
Two things about you I will miss.
As I sit here thinking about you,
My face is wet with tears past due.
I should've cried a long time ago,
But I loved you so.
I know they say love is blind,
But I had only you on my mind.
A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife,
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life.
~Shade
ShadowWolfie wrote:
A Broken Heart
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When you held me, you said "forever."
Now that you're gone, I know you meant "never."
Saying you love me with that look in your eye,
And that was a cold-hearted lie.
Your tender touch, a soft kiss,
Two things about you I will miss.
As I sit here thinking about you,
My face is wet with tears past due.
I should've cried a long time ago,
But I loved you so.
I know they say love is blind,
But I had only you on my mind.
A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife,
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life.
~Shade
Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.
I never thought we would be apart.
When you held me, you said "forever."
Now that you're gone, I know you meant "never."
Saying you love me with that look in your eye,
And that was a cold-hearted lie.
Your tender touch, a soft kiss,
Two things about you I will miss.
As I sit here thinking about you,
My face is wet with tears past due.
I should've cried a long time ago,
But I loved you so.
I know they say love is blind,
But I had only you on my mind.
A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife,
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life.
~Shade
I like this. Sad and pretty.
Poetry is food, words are water.
The desert of the world tries to suck me dry.
Roaming from oasis to oasis, confused, stumbling, wandering.
Out in the world there's no refuge, no shade against the blistering sun.
But if I can find the words,
You can see that I'm like you.
You can find that the beauty of your mind is not an isolated incident, I have it too.
I see what you see
I appreciate what you appreciate
I understand what you understand
You're not alone and neither am I
We're experiencing the world together, but in separate caravans
Afraid to lift our veil to look at each other lest the sand burn our eyes.
What a tragedy.
But the words ring out, and in them, I see you.
I see your intelligence.
I see your humanity.
I see a soul like mine, who needs beauty to feed it, who needs art.
Who needs someone to see them.
To see that there are thoughts behind that veil.
Like me.
The desert of the world tries to suck me dry.
Roaming from oasis to oasis, confused, stumbling, wandering.
Out in the world there's no refuge, no shade against the blistering sun.
But if I can find the words,
You can see that I'm like you.
You can find that the beauty of your mind is not an isolated incident, I have it too.
I see what you see
I appreciate what you appreciate
I understand what you understand
You're not alone and neither am I
We're experiencing the world together, but in separate caravans
Afraid to lift our veil to look at each other lest the sand burn our eyes.
What a tragedy.
But the words ring out, and in them, I see you.
I see your intelligence.
I see your humanity.
I see a soul like mine, who needs beauty to feed it, who needs art.
Who needs someone to see them.
To see that there are thoughts behind that veil.
Like me.
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my soul no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
Is it day?
Is it night?
What does it matter?
Is it hot?
Is it cold?
What does it matter?
I'm numb
Not dead
But not alive either
Just simply here
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my spirit no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
...Do I have one?
Where will I go?
What do I do?
Can anyone tell me?
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my soul no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
Is it day?
Is it night?
What does it matter?
Is it hot?
Is it cold?
What does it matter?
I'm numb
Not dead
But not alive either
Just simply here
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my spirit no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
...Do I have one?
Where will I go?
What do I do?
Can anyone tell me?
Darion wrote:
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my soul no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
Is it day?
Is it night?
What does it matter?
Is it hot?
Is it cold?
What does it matter?
I'm numb
Not dead
But not alive either
Just simply here
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my spirit no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
...Do I have one?
Where will I go?
What do I do?
Can anyone tell me?
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my soul no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
Is it day?
Is it night?
What does it matter?
Is it hot?
Is it cold?
What does it matter?
I'm numb
Not dead
But not alive either
Just simply here
Can't even get up
So still
My limbs won't move
Are they just as broken as my soul?
The air in my lungs feels heavy
Oxygen escaping me
It hurts to breathe
Is it just like my will to go on?
My body is slow
No movement
Shivering up and down on it's own
Does my physical form want this?
Food is not tempting
Sleep is merely torture
Is this the reason my spirit no longer sings?
Is it my desire to live?
...Do I have one?
Where will I go?
What do I do?
Can anyone tell me?
I can relate to feelings of lethargy, that's for sure.
Lately, my answer is diet pepsi and (legal, prescribed) opiods and happy pills.
A Mentality
The night has swallowed up the sea
In unrelenting ebony.
A great expanse of bitter black
Lays frozen with its face ashy.
Upon the ridge, a silver plaque
Is painted by the stars’ attack.
They slosh their pale blood across
The ominous and grim outback.
The gentle hiss of water’s gloss
Is tainted by its acrid loss.
It laments its decrepit form
When untouched by the day’s chaos.
The rabid tides that froth and swarm
Are algid now, no longer warm.
Strangely they make their worth reflect
The onslaught of the sunlight’s storm.
They cannot see the beauty flecked
Within their rivulets unchecked.
The blistering sun has thus wrecked
What the insular waves expect.
This technically isn't written in the correct format for an interlocking rubaiyat. Tetrameter and pentameter do not compute in my brain. Oh, well.
The night has swallowed up the sea
In unrelenting ebony.
A great expanse of bitter black
Lays frozen with its face ashy.
Upon the ridge, a silver plaque
Is painted by the stars’ attack.
They slosh their pale blood across
The ominous and grim outback.
The gentle hiss of water’s gloss
Is tainted by its acrid loss.
It laments its decrepit form
When untouched by the day’s chaos.
The rabid tides that froth and swarm
Are algid now, no longer warm.
Strangely they make their worth reflect
The onslaught of the sunlight’s storm.
They cannot see the beauty flecked
Within their rivulets unchecked.
The blistering sun has thus wrecked
What the insular waves expect.
This technically isn't written in the correct format for an interlocking rubaiyat. Tetrameter and pentameter do not compute in my brain. Oh, well.
Other Characters wrote:
A Mentality
The night has swallowed up the sea
In unrelenting ebony.
A great expanse of bitter black
Lays frozen with its face ashy.
Upon the ridge, a silver plaque
Is painted by the stars’ attack.
They slosh their pale blood across
The ominous and grim outback.
The gentle hiss of water’s gloss
Is tainted by its acrid loss.
It laments its decrepit form
When untouched by the day’s chaos.
The rabid tides that froth and swarm
Are algid now, no longer warm.
Strangely they make their worth reflect
The onslaught of the sunlight’s storm.
They cannot see the beauty flecked
Within their rivulets unchecked.
The blistering sun has thus wrecked
What the insular waves expect.
This technically isn't written in the correct format for an interlocking rubaiyat. Tetrameter and pentameter do not compute in my brain. Oh, well.
The night has swallowed up the sea
In unrelenting ebony.
A great expanse of bitter black
Lays frozen with its face ashy.
Upon the ridge, a silver plaque
Is painted by the stars’ attack.
They slosh their pale blood across
The ominous and grim outback.
The gentle hiss of water’s gloss
Is tainted by its acrid loss.
It laments its decrepit form
When untouched by the day’s chaos.
The rabid tides that froth and swarm
Are algid now, no longer warm.
Strangely they make their worth reflect
The onslaught of the sunlight’s storm.
They cannot see the beauty flecked
Within their rivulets unchecked.
The blistering sun has thus wrecked
What the insular waves expect.
This technically isn't written in the correct format for an interlocking rubaiyat. Tetrameter and pentameter do not compute in my brain. Oh, well.
Thats really deep. And the vocabulary used here is so sophisticated. And the nature imagery is beautiful. This is really excellent! Above my pay grade, because I never even try to follow a certain format.
And...the reference to the outback, and the format of a comment in italics below the actual poem, and the hiiiiiiiighly literate nature of this makes me think I know who you are. Mwahaha
We get on the train and the sound of the track
We soon start to crave it and just can't go back
Barreling on, we keep barelling, barreling
Can't seem to stop, can't seem to slow down
Because without the sound of the wheels it's unbearable
They're so distracting, but silence is louder
Taking a swipe at the loneliness
Staring out into the blank abyss
Speaking and listening, speaking and listening
Nothing you say ever seems like enough
And then you stop
The silence is deafening
Why did it never seem so loud before?
It's the wheels.
It's the wheels, you got used to them turning
And now you're left burning, and yearning for more
You walk back home and you sit there beside her
How can we talk but not say anything?
How can you listen but not hear my meaning?
How can you know me so well, but not know me?
How can you focus but not pay attention?
What is attention? What's the definition?
How can you look at my face and not see me?
Why the hell can't you see me? I'm sitting right here!
What do you see, when you're looking at me?
What you thought that I was?
Who you want me to be?
I'm just a fiction, made up in your mind.
I'm a thought, an ideal, what you wanted to find.
I just want to be seen. Would you just see me, please?
I just want to be heard, but you don't hear a word.
You hear every word as if it's about you.
It's either an accusation or a clue.
What if it's just about something I feel?
If it's not about you, do you know that it's real?
How can you want me but never have room?
Am I doing the same thing to you?
So I get on the train and the wheels, they start turning,
Is it any wonder that I want them churning?
I want to keep going, don't want them to stop
The sound fills the spaces, it cushions the drop
And the train, it keeps going, but I haven't moved
I'm still sitting there right beside her
But the wheels, they keep moving,
The things that they've proved...
But I'm not sure how real this is, either.
~
We soon start to crave it and just can't go back
Barreling on, we keep barelling, barreling
Can't seem to stop, can't seem to slow down
Because without the sound of the wheels it's unbearable
They're so distracting, but silence is louder
Taking a swipe at the loneliness
Staring out into the blank abyss
Speaking and listening, speaking and listening
Nothing you say ever seems like enough
And then you stop
The silence is deafening
Why did it never seem so loud before?
It's the wheels.
It's the wheels, you got used to them turning
And now you're left burning, and yearning for more
You walk back home and you sit there beside her
How can we talk but not say anything?
How can you listen but not hear my meaning?
How can you know me so well, but not know me?
How can you focus but not pay attention?
What is attention? What's the definition?
How can you look at my face and not see me?
Why the hell can't you see me? I'm sitting right here!
What do you see, when you're looking at me?
What you thought that I was?
Who you want me to be?
I'm just a fiction, made up in your mind.
I'm a thought, an ideal, what you wanted to find.
I just want to be seen. Would you just see me, please?
I just want to be heard, but you don't hear a word.
You hear every word as if it's about you.
It's either an accusation or a clue.
What if it's just about something I feel?
If it's not about you, do you know that it's real?
How can you want me but never have room?
Am I doing the same thing to you?
So I get on the train and the wheels, they start turning,
Is it any wonder that I want them churning?
I want to keep going, don't want them to stop
The sound fills the spaces, it cushions the drop
And the train, it keeps going, but I haven't moved
I'm still sitting there right beside her
But the wheels, they keep moving,
The things that they've proved...
But I'm not sure how real this is, either.
~
Abigail_Austin wrote:
Thats really deep. And the vocabulary used here is so sophisticated. And the nature imagery is beautiful. This is really excellent! Above my pay grade, because I never even try to follow a certain format.
And...the reference to the outback, and the format of a comment in italics below the actual poem, and the hiiiiiiiighly literate nature of this makes me think I know who you are. Mwahaha
And...the reference to the outback, and the format of a comment in italics below the actual poem, and the hiiiiiiiighly literate nature of this makes me think I know who you are. Mwahaha
You flatter me, truly. Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course. However, I can honestly tell you that I have never spoken to anyone who has posted on this forum. So, unless there’s something going on that I don’t know about, it’s improbable that you know who I am.
All of your poems are beautiful, by the way. All of everyone’s poems.
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