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¤H.D.U poems | My Thoughts, £o₪εĐεv!£¤
Jun 2005
Travelling Deamons
Does this soul have something, anything for anyone?
Memories surve me right and wrong
All I feel and know
Is for I to be unwanted
No treasured bodies await me
My fingers turn in deamon form
Everything I touch turns to stone
Anything that surrounds me
Falls like ash upon the ground
Dark, chalk like charcoal... just sitting on the ground
There's no where I can go
The underworld was my home
But it no longer allows me to breath
I need to escape, I know I must leave
Now in this new land above
I find myself a freak
Feeling this way, alone
I feel out of place... a geek
My hair burnt to a crisp
It stays silent, washed out in the rain
Unnoticed by all -- no turning heads today
My face, pale and lacking life
I try to hide underneath
But I tumble and fall flat down on my face
My heart fails, and I'm down pressing on my knees
These eyes, they feel darkened
Lost out at sea
Some say to be red as oak
Burning in the flames
Yet to me, it feels somehow
After being in the darkened day
and being seen as the devil himself
My eyes are left standing, somewhere in the grey
Jun 2005
These Hands Are Maps Of Self Discovery
Time is escaping, faster then we can see
My hands tell me of my myseries
Throb, Scratches and Scars
Yet they still stare back at me
Each feeling of hurt and love inboxed
With the pair of them sitting at the end of my arms to moke
Like a dog unerved with questions
They await for my words to reveal their stories...
And so. I begin.
My mind blank, my soul unknown
Wanting a place in this universe
I am born with veins and blood
My father, my mother: both victims
Of a child dropped at their door
Nine years after their first born
I grow up in shuffles
I loose my best friend
KC: my first pup
My best girl-friend meets the new neighbour
Green with jelousy I am a girl who is mean
But then give up, simply to be seen
My brother goes off to college
And I am ten
I know nothing will be the same
I'm losing something unreal
I see my parents, they begin to cry
As my brother hugs me goodbye
I start summer with a jump
I entered soccer that year
After getting rid of head-lice
We one first place, and there's a boy
He's on my team and he's number four
I think I love him. Is there anything more?
I'm in swimming now
I started after that summer
I learn to breath slow and steady
My mind keeps me strong
Me part of a team, but still on my own
Independents is cherished, I have a destinguished tone
I continue to challenge myself
Through sevens years of competitive learning
Meeting new people, knowing old friends
Seeing new places, and having a place in the world
Yes I quite : to find the person inside?
All I wanted to know... Was: "Who Am I?"
My Number 5 Twister, On the six o'clock news
How do I let down my mother
How do I tell my coach
Dispointment in every face
I am only fifteen, barely becoming a women
I wish I were back at age ten
I get my first job as a lifeguard
So that my mother feels better at night
Yet I loose that job soon after, giving up again
At seventeen my bestfriends move away
Each I miss: even more the girl I was mean to
The one I will always stay true
Finally highschool is done this monday
Broken friendships and some still kept
I am close to finding who I really am
Or not so close. I dont' know...
But I'm trusting faith to help guide these hands
Through more memories... and new fould lands
Just Fine
Gotta Take It one kiss at a Time
Treat Each Other With A Wine n' a Dine
Forget Wut People Sayin’...
How We Lost Our Way 'and
We'll Be Just Fine
Jun 2005
Brown mudd surrounds my neck
My shoulders inked in red
Soldiers and doctors walk side by side
Starring me down - even further I drown
They see blood falling away from ocean eyes
They know it staines past demise
It's been residing inside my eye
And no one can promiss a good goodbye
Jun 2005
Mixed With Emotions
dont know if i was tired
if i just gave up
it hurts to let go
but i need this
as much as i need you
i wish it were easy
to say everything was right
but i need time to heal
and for you to be sure in life
not only about me
but how to treat others
because im sick of this life
and how you see it
i love you, but i hate what i've become
i miss you, but i dont miss the bad times
the worst part is
i cant get over you
even if i become a stoned angel
im still left burning inside
if only i saw you outside my doorstep
to see you trying
to know that i can change
that you can change for the better
i wish you could stand outside my doorstep
with answers that i seek
at least i would fall into your arms
and not into these whisky tears