okay so i must admit this poem is not mine...its from sombody, i havnt quite
met, she actually doesnt kno i exist...but i must share her words for they like
my bible...i read it everyday...because her words give me the strength to live
my own life...and to get up wen i fall
It only sounds disgraceful, but if u listen
closely...it suddenly bcomes appropiate. u dnt make fiances, love, marriages, or
relationships out of a genitiliac rope that is only going 2 hang u in the end.
Broken thought. say your prayers, then bcome them.
so ive recently put my wrld on pause and well, i
more so made my way to its exit. once i got outside of my rapid and yet numb
little universe of "happiness" time itself stopped. everything was
running through my memory. like a VCR that has been stuck on fastfoward for days
and days. it was all so vast, all the thoughts, i just couldnt hang onto them.
My blood was racing through my veins and thats when i felt as if i was near a
broken heartattack. it sunk in. the wrld and all the chapters and within those,
the realms. were everything but real. and right when that began to drown me. i
found myself gasping for air at the thought of not being able to notice this.
until i surrounded in all of the pain. nothing can ever be real, if there isnt
any pain. happiness is a cover up, a false advertisement, happiness is a
deceitful manifest that sedate the one who touches it. not knowing how to come
back down for your ownself created clouds. to live realisticlly again. i must
say is frightining, "in a loss of controll", type of way. causing
vicious spells of parinoia. leaving the self to feel like pray of a lost victim,
and the wrld around u (that u were once apart of) and all of its ppl are
vampires. reading u, tasting u, feeling u, predicting u. and waiting for the
perfect moment, to shove the teeth in, and drain u, to leave u absolutly
powerless.
For a while i felt so unsafe and transparent to
anyone who innocently crossed my path. The real enemy and breath that i could
swear was breathing right onto my neck. was my own. i had bcome so digusted and
mayb mortified with my own self, that i was the cause of my own fear. HA! afraid
of my own self. and what i was bcoming, still not knowing, what im bcoming. this
nonetheless entertaining, but also in its own, very much,
innerving.
Ive said many times bfore. i dettach myself
alot, in a million different ways, bcause of one simple misunderstanding. i just
dnt blong. Sure, Sure, i can possible camoflauge with appearance. but i would
have to suffer the consequences, as soon as i spoke my thoughts. but then i was
a fool, the word "dettach" now means so much more, and has some of the
strongest side effects. Its like that little saying, or quote that no one seems
to understand "the beggining of the end". you were never ment to
actually understand it, but, you know that u should always remember it.
Dettaching is alot like that for me. i could never explain it, bcause the depth
is deeper than i myself can ever dream. but i just know that i have to hold onto
it, and never ever forget, when and how to do it.
It feels like hell to wake-up hard. and it feels
like heaven to sleep wired. but it feels right inbetween to be back where i
belong. and to know that i am bcoming METOMORPHIS...can u smell the change
Wow!
This poem is really good! ^-^
I like it! ^-^
As a poet, I'm impressed and yet, somehow, I feel what she kinda feels about the
world and everything. Then, again, I do not know. Whatever the world and
everyone around us do, it'll make us weaker and therefore, we'll be unable to
protect ourselves from the dangers that lurk around the dark corner of our eye.
Though, we cannot be sure if anyone's in that corner that which lives within the
corner of darkness. Alas, who knows? We were born out of dark and light. No one
really knows what we are truly born for. But I know that this is one of the many
things in the world that holds everything in balance. Well, it's cool of you to
share this with us. I enjoy it. ^-^
okay so i must admit this poem is not mine...its from sombody, i havnt quite met, she actually doesnt kno i exist...but i must share her words for they like my bible...i read it everyday...because her words give me the strength to live my own life...and to get up wen i fall
It only sounds disgraceful, but if u listen closely...it suddenly bcomes appropiate. u dnt make fiances, love, marriages, or relationships out of a genitiliac rope that is only going 2 hang u in the end. Broken thought. say your prayers, then bcome them.
so ive recently put my wrld on pause and well, i more so made my way to its exit. once i got outside of my rapid and yet numb little universe of "happiness" time itself stopped. everything was running through my memory. like a VCR that has been stuck on fastfoward for days and days. it was all so vast, all the thoughts, i just couldnt hang onto them. My blood was racing through my veins and thats when i felt as if i was near a broken heartattack. it sunk in. the wrld and all the chapters and within those, the realms. were everything but real. and right when that began to drown me. i found myself gasping for air at the thought of not being able to notice this. until i surrounded in all of the pain. nothing can ever be real, if there isnt any pain. happiness is a cover up, a false advertisement, happiness is a deceitful manifest that sedate the one who touches it. not knowing how to come back down for your ownself created clouds. to live realisticlly again. i must say is frightining, "in a loss of controll", type of way. causing vicious spells of parinoia. leaving the self to feel like pray of a lost victim, and the wrld around u (that u were once apart of) and all of its ppl are vampires. reading u, tasting u, feeling u, predicting u. and waiting for the perfect moment, to shove the teeth in, and drain u, to leave u absolutly powerless.
For a while i felt so unsafe and transparent to anyone who innocently crossed my path. The real enemy and breath that i could swear was breathing right onto my neck. was my own. i had bcome so digusted and mayb mortified with my own self, that i was the cause of my own fear. HA! afraid of my own self. and what i was bcoming, still not knowing, what im bcoming. this nonetheless entertaining, but also in its own, very much, innerving.
Ive said many times bfore. i dettach myself alot, in a million different ways, bcause of one simple misunderstanding. i just dnt blong. Sure, Sure, i can possible camoflauge with appearance. but i would have to suffer the consequences, as soon as i spoke my thoughts. but then i was a fool, the word "dettach" now means so much more, and has some of the strongest side effects. Its like that little saying, or quote that no one seems to understand "the beggining of the end". you were never ment to actually understand it, but, you know that u should always remember it. Dettaching is alot like that for me. i could never explain it, bcause the depth is deeper than i myself can ever dream. but i just know that i have to hold onto it, and never ever forget, when and how to do it.
It feels like hell to wake-up hard. and it feels like heaven to sleep wired. but it feels right inbetween to be back where i belong. and to know that i am bcoming METOMORPHIS...can u smell the change
Really Really Good poem! Thanks for sharing!
Wow!
This poem is really good! ^-^
I like it! ^-^
As a poet, I'm impressed and yet, somehow, I feel what she kinda feels about the world and everything. Then, again, I do not know. Whatever the world and everyone around us do, it'll make us weaker and therefore, we'll be unable to protect ourselves from the dangers that lurk around the dark corner of our eye. Though, we cannot be sure if anyone's in that corner that which lives within the corner of darkness. Alas, who knows? We were born out of dark and light. No one really knows what we are truly born for. But I know that this is one of the many things in the world that holds everything in balance. Well, it's cool of you to share this with us. I enjoy it. ^-^
it gave me the goosebumps. that thing read my thoughts
merged: 06-29-2006 ~ 10:06am
it gave me the goosebumps. that thing read my thoughts