I'm kinda bored... so I thought I'd post 3 of my latest poems from
my blogger.
:Three Lines to Rhyme:
Hanging from a thread
Off the edge of my bed
Don't remember what was said,
Because it was raining and pouring
And the old man is snoring,
Oh, so very boring.
I wish I knew
Why I am so blue,
Alone, sniffing glue.
Why do I hide in fear,
While rats tear at my ear.
My future is very unclear.
I wade through the water
As the temperature gets hotter
And the killers go to slaughter.
My arteries glow red,
So much thats unsaid,
I feel like I'm dead.
No body cares,
That sit in chairs
On their deriares.
Why does the world fall at my feet?
Why don't the very poor get to eat?
Why does my life precipitate sleet?
Why don't I know where to go?
Why doesn't anyone I ask know?
Why does Rudaulf's nose glow?
Anyways, it's time to say goodbye.
Looks like I'll never get a try.
All to hell, and hell to try.
:Fading Into Dust:
Fading into dust
Falling on broken trust
Wishing things could be easier
I don't know
Where I could go
To escape from this hell
I've finally found
A place without sound
And where only loneliness thrives
I must overcome
The time has come
To drift into the darkness
Down the hall
Shadows on the wall
Mock me in my sleep
Bear witness to
What time will do
When you're left all alone
People leave you
Some will mistreat too
But that's part of life
At day's end
No one to defend
You'll have to defend yourself
The shadows crawl
Down the brick wall
To break your spirit apart
Then you'll know
On hand and toe
That your time has come
Close your eyes
Wait for your demise
And take one last breath
:Failing to Succeed:
Staring out the window at the beautiful day,
wondering why I feel so gray.
Thinking of failure and success,
wondering why my life is a mess.
Seeing everyone as better than me,
wondering if this is how it's supposed to be.
I do my best to be in the right,
while other's make it without a fight.
Watching others succeed with little cost,
feeling as though, in this world, I'm lost.
I feel as though I'll never be as good,
and wondering if I, at all, ever could.
I truly feel good for those who make it,
but this feeling, I just can't shake it.
I've tried to help those around me succeed,
and so they have done, for the most part, indeed.
Though, now that they are all on top
I'm left at the bottom where I stop.
I look above and see them all,
ever succeeding, never to fall.
I've been generous, I've been good,
I've done the best I could.
So, where's my due, where's my prize,
where's my girl with the prettiest eyes.
Never did I think when being so bold,
that in the end I'd be left in the cold,
to shiver and shake,
to never get a break,
to be the one
to come undone,
to fly the kite,
but not quite right,
to help those in need,
but be left in heed.
I've done all I can, I can do no more.
It has closed, my one and only door.
With no more to be opened I'm left in the dark.
No identifiable things to make a spark.
So, what do I do in my situation as such,
when I don't have that sacred touch?
When those around me succeed and I only fail,
am I doomed to mop the halls with a bucket or pail?
Am I doomed to die alone,
with cough and brittle bone?
Where is my ladder to escape this hell?
Will no one be able to tell?
Of course not, I'm all alone,
in a room with no audible tone.
My senses dulled, my life as well.
I'm left to roam this eternal hell.
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