Dark Poetry #4 |
And I'm Cold (Ramble) |
Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Nothings going to change, Can’t you see that I’m perspiring under your, so cynical gaze? And I’m crawling under my bed, to a place inside my head, Where nothing gets told to the best friend, And it’s so cold. My eyes are watering from staring too hard, And mirrored in your eyes the angry me. Letting out the fury that resides inside my mind, And it unleashes all the times no one has cared to say hello, they keep on saying good bye. Changing my view and my point of view to look busy, When there is nothing to say or no answer arises. And I’m screaming at the way the you has never been in front of me, The way you never existed only in my wildest fantasies, The ones, which seem too real life, the ones that are more like nightmares. The door was always locked. Now I’m sitting in a puddle where the gray is the new yellow, And my blood is pouring blue ‘cos I’m so cold. I’m yelling so loudly, like fire in the drought season And the cold just seems to live on. And there’s no one, who listens to the abrupt danger signs, No one takes notice; no one sees my lips turn blue. No one to talk to, 'cos no one is there. And the words just keep on coming; though I love you, Though I love you the words just keep on streaming from my mouth. And I don’t mean a damn one, and I can’t tell if I’m lying or if your not listening. Nobody understands when I say I’m confused, Maybe because I say it with an air of confidence, An arrogance that only shone through windows in the cold. I’m so cold. "Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
SCREAM omg LOOOVEEDD IT! i wouldnt call it a ramble, even though it had little structure, it was still a poem. I really really enjoyed this one. Another print off, btw. lol LUV YA LOADS LOR "It would make those who listen to it doze into a land of rivers, kund fu and unicorns, eventually making the listener pee in his/her pants - Brandon |
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LucidityNow Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 118Canada |
i've saved this one. a work worthy of non ramble status to be sure my fellow dark poet. and i'm certain that if i drive into those trees, it would make less of a mess, than she's made of me... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The door was always locked. Now I’m sitting in a puddle where the gray is the new yellow, And my blood is pouring blue ‘cos I’m so cold. I like the way you ramble... M |
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