Do you know how it feels
To always be number 2
Never be able to shine
Do you know how it feels
To always be in somebody's shadow
Well I do
Do you know how it feels
To know that whatever you do
You'll always come in second
No matter how hard you try
You'll always come in second
Like an eternal wound that keeps bleeding forever
Do you know how it feels
To shout from deep in your soul
But know that you are not heard
And you're second
Well I do
But
If you do then you understand
When the time comes for you to shine
It's always too late
The light of your soul has broke for ever
When you come in first it doesn't matter any more
Cause in my eyes I'm always second
Poems I write
A list of poems I wrote, most of them r old stuff The rules 1- I don’t expect anyone to come here 2- DOn't Make Fun (of my poems) 3- Don't like what i write leave, or be polite 4- All poems are based upon fiction unless stated
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Confusion
What can I write?
When I’ve written it all before
When am sad, alone , happy and hurt
I’ve said it all before,
But inside my pen isn’t dry yet,
I wonder what does it mean.
Have I left something unsaid
Do I still have thoughts in my head?
I don’t know whether there is more to write
Or am I just imaging this fight
Does my words have to rhyme
Or can I go out of the frame this time.
I don’t know! I wish I did
But after all I am but a human
I’ll do the best that I can now
The rest will be resolved. SomehowSunday, June 8, 2008
Eyes Wide Open
We've been together for long
I've been so happy with you
For years it was perfect
Until the truth came out
My eyes were forced wide open
I saw what I didn't wanna see
What everybody knew from the beginning
And what I refused to believe
Lying and deceiving and not what you seemed
I wasted my years being there for you
Giving you what you need
I loved you, I cared I gave you my own
Now when it's all over am standing all alone
With nothing but shock
But now that's all over
My time is wasted but I see
The true beast that you can be
I am blind no more for that am glad
I can see the miserable thing you really are
You can know someone for sooo long and never realize how they really are, until you are forced by life to face their true self, at that moment beware cause you probably will meet someone new
that poem was written when i realized that a friend i knew for soo long isn't who i though i knew
I've been so happy with you
For years it was perfect
Until the truth came out
My eyes were forced wide open
I saw what I didn't wanna see
What everybody knew from the beginning
And what I refused to believe
Lying and deceiving and not what you seemed
I wasted my years being there for you
Giving you what you need
I loved you, I cared I gave you my own
Now when it's all over am standing all alone
With nothing but shock
But now that's all over
My time is wasted but I see
The true beast that you can be
I am blind no more for that am glad
I can see the miserable thing you really are
You can know someone for sooo long and never realize how they really are, until you are forced by life to face their true self, at that moment beware cause you probably will meet someone new
that poem was written when i realized that a friend i knew for soo long isn't who i though i knew
A Show Called My Life
We do go on living I wonder why
Do we have to? what if we had enough?
Couldn't we just raise our hand and quit
Do we have to stay till the end of that show
I hate it. don't I have a say, since am it's heroine
Why don't anyone listen to me
Why do I have to be there till the end?
Can't at least I take a break
Pause a little while, to go to the restroom
Don't I have a say about it
Can't I just leave the show?
I don't like it, I wanna quit
But is it an option? I think not.
I shall never commit such a sin,
Even such seductive and sweet sin.
I shall stick to the end
Whether I like it or not
I'll stay and watch that bad show
The show called my life
P.S
I honestly believe this is one of the worst poems ever written but I'd post it anyway
Do we have to? what if we had enough?
Couldn't we just raise our hand and quit
Do we have to stay till the end of that show
I hate it. don't I have a say, since am it's heroine
Why don't anyone listen to me
Why do I have to be there till the end?
Can't at least I take a break
Pause a little while, to go to the restroom
Don't I have a say about it
Can't I just leave the show?
I don't like it, I wanna quit
But is it an option? I think not.
I shall never commit such a sin,
Even such seductive and sweet sin.
I shall stick to the end
Whether I like it or not
I'll stay and watch that bad show
The show called my life
P.S
I honestly believe this is one of the worst poems ever written but I'd post it anyway
The Rape
Walking in the dark alley
Trying to hurry out
Afraid of what can happen
If she didn't leave it fast
An arm is wrapped around her waist
So fast and so strong
Grabbing her with cold blade on her neck
Her heart is drumming in her ear
"Don't say a word and may be you'll survive"
Tears falling down her face
"Don't hurt me, please"
Trembling with fear she said
His fingers like spiders crawling
Down under her skirt
She tries to push back
But the cold blade make her stop
Thrown down on the ground
Feels the filth and dirt on the floor
Throws his whole weight on her
She just can't take it no more
She fights back don't care about her life
She just wants out
Feeling the Punches and kicks
She taste the blood in her mouth
The cold blade and his weight
Makes her just give in,
Just enough for him to get it over with
Pinned down the floor she cries out loud
He stands with a grin on his face
Spit on her and leave her dead
She slowly gets up, and leave the dark alley
A murdered girl still alive.
Trying to hurry out
Afraid of what can happen
If she didn't leave it fast
An arm is wrapped around her waist
So fast and so strong
Grabbing her with cold blade on her neck
Her heart is drumming in her ear
"Don't say a word and may be you'll survive"
Tears falling down her face
"Don't hurt me, please"
Trembling with fear she said
His fingers like spiders crawling
Down under her skirt
She tries to push back
But the cold blade make her stop
Thrown down on the ground
Feels the filth and dirt on the floor
Throws his whole weight on her
She just can't take it no more
She fights back don't care about her life
She just wants out
Feeling the Punches and kicks
She taste the blood in her mouth
The cold blade and his weight
Makes her just give in,
Just enough for him to get it over with
Pinned down the floor she cries out loud
He stands with a grin on his face
Spit on her and leave her dead
She slowly gets up, and leave the dark alley
A murdered girl still alive.
Monday, May 5, 2008
My Broken Heart
Alone I stay at night
Bathing in the moon light
Washing away all the pain
The blood I bleed in-vain
The tears I cried for the moon above
Wounds from loneliness and no love
Asking silence to come upon me
To smile when am aching
To dance while my heart is breaking
To squash this pain deep inside
Till it wounds my tears and smash my pride
I stay strong try not vomit splints of my broken heart
To try and find a new start
Bathing in the moon light
Washing away all the pain
The blood I bleed in-vain
The tears I cried for the moon above
Wounds from loneliness and no love
Asking silence to come upon me
To smile when am aching
To dance while my heart is breaking
To squash this pain deep inside
Till it wounds my tears and smash my pride
I stay strong try not vomit splints of my broken heart
To try and find a new start
Inner-self
I wanna show you my inner-self
I wanna get naked for you
I wanna show you my bruises
My barely beating heart
My crystal cracked soul
My bleeding thoughts
But I don't know if you'll see it
Or understand what you saw
Or appreciate what you understood
So I'll close back my wooden cocoon
And hide back forever
I wanna get naked for you
I wanna show you my bruises
My barely beating heart
My crystal cracked soul
My bleeding thoughts
But I don't know if you'll see it
Or understand what you saw
Or appreciate what you understood
So I'll close back my wooden cocoon
And hide back forever
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