Teen Poetry #7 |
No time to speak the truth |
the_girl_next_door Senior Member
since 2006-02-26
Posts 591USA |
Drowning in the words of anger and despair... dwelling in a place that was never really there. Holding who I am and where I want to be... believing that I can never became a part of me. The silence is screaming words I never meant to say... and though you cannot hear them I'm hurting anyway. On a bed of broken dreams I lay holding pieces of my heart... time consumed by crimson tears and a memory made art. Looking into your eyes you too, are about to slip... but the confession's never made (words bleeding from my lips) My eyes are burning the pillow case is wet... cold wind through my window, it's so hard to forget. Drowning in my tears of sorrow and despair... knowing what you feel but trying not to care. Holding to what is left of me not knowing why it happened this way... wishing 'once upon a time' but waiting on another yesterday. Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. |
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latteaddict213
since 2006-02-17
Posts 523Colorado |
you have NO problem ryming! Very nice writing. Brovo! I like this stanza : "Holding who I am and where I want to be... believing that I can never became a part of me." Its very true. I'm sure a few of us at least have felt this way sometime in our life. xoxo |
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SarBear Member
since 2003-06-05
Posts 205Massachusetts |
Wow!!!!!!! I LOVE this poem. I really don't often come upon a poem that I really really love but I can completely relate to this. "believing that I can never became a part of me." It reminds me so much of everything I've been through, and everything I write about. Great writing. |
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the_girl_next_door Senior Member
since 2006-02-26
Posts 591USA |
Thank you so much for your comment. This is my newest poem. I wrote it about a month or so ago. THings are going better now. lol thanks again for your comment. i love to hear what people think.. good or bad.. ~Heather Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. |
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Free_Spirit07 Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 222The middle of my mind! |
My eyes are burning the pillow case is wet... cold wind through my window, it's so hard to forget. wow i love this poem........really i do! its amazing x0x0 |
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