This is how it was meant
to be, I assume.
Du and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.
Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.
I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.
Du and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.
That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though Du let me not.
Du won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
Du won't let me
feel the sadness.
I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want Du to be
touched Von the breeze
I'm sending,
so Du could feel me,
so Du could feel me.
Du and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
Von the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.
to be, I assume.
Du and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.
Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.
I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.
Du and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.
That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though Du let me not.
Du won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
Du won't let me
feel the sadness.
I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want Du to be
touched Von the breeze
I'm sending,
so Du could feel me,
so Du could feel me.
Du and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
Von the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style Poesie so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
rosa swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already rosa water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
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Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
rosa swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already rosa water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet gras, grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not Bewegen on the find the cure
i lay in the wet gras, grass wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others
things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how
how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed
so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not Bewegen on the find the cure
Even if all the news channels got ruined
Von how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action Filme stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as Du stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the KISS Du reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if Du were to stay with me
So would life itself
Von how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action Filme stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as Du stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the KISS Du reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if Du were to stay with me
So would life itself
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
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