Untitled poem one. 1
Don't know where roots began. Dried up and tossed aside but first on this land.
Enraged got you tragedy. Desire embraces but pain faces water.
The dripping found you torn.
Untitled poem two. 2
I'm not happy.
I'm lonely but i'm not alone.
I'm sad.
I'm hurt but i'm not wounded.
Stood up stood still but i'm still moving. No words.
Cant think.
Won't stop talking.
My eyes are blind. My vision is gone but I still can see.
So I am alone, wounded and not moving. Speechless, not seeing the world. Putting all my thoughts together.
Hoping it makes sense. Striving for the truth. Looking in dictionaries and every book. Being told love is not a feeling but yet it's all i'm believing.
New love. 3
Pictures of your face drive me to be insane. Recalling no signs to your unfaithfulness but yet I already knew.
Listening to your stories.
The cringe in my skin would push me through the walls. Wishing you would never come back but be home soon.
Your life was so phony.
Leaving you couldn't of been bad. Not having you around completes almost everything I have.
Waking up to a new face drives me sane. Loving someone new makes me wonder what I saw in you.
Mental wasn't even a state of mind. The love I captured is held so divine. With just a peaceful rest. My heart is taken cared of by the best.
(Written for my abusing ex because he was and still is a jerk.)
Untitled poem three. 4
Tranquility. You're my best friend.
I understand everything you say. It makes sense in every which way.
But you're looking to be happy and it will end up in my most worst tragedy.
Speaking. 5
Something in the air doesn't let me think clear. Whatever it could be I don't want it here.
All that I see is blurry. Running away from confusion doesn't come in a hurry. One thought leads to another. Where to go?
What to do?
Only shadows to follow. Not my own. The only one I cant seem to find.
Rushing to catch these figures I put myself aside. Calling out, I find my voice is muffled deep inside.
How can anything hear me if i'm not speaking. Where are all the steps that i'm taking, leading?
Deciding to stand still I close my eyes. As I wake up I know what i'm seeing I've subside.
Still confused, I try to ask why. I am not able to move.
People watch me and say no words.
I suddenly feel sleepy.
Then they begin to close the door to my and their last feelings.
What Iv'e done. 6
YOU ARE READING
My book of poems.
Teen Fictionpoems i wrote during the years of my life. good boring bad sad. hurt happy. some of my kids, friend that passed away. Poems of death life love hate, jehovah god. anything that i can find that is mine or my childrens, family. some might not be good h...
