Things I've never shown anyone ... untill now.

(this one is my fave so far) ​

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A Quarter In The Machine​

I'm still learning how​

how to live​

still learning how​

how to forgive​

page by page​

I feel it now ​

you say​

"Let it go"​

so show me how​

A beer in my hand​

A hole in my heart​

A smile on my face​

It rips me apart​

A tear on your cheek​

A quarter in the machine​

A bullet in the chamber​

Tell me what does it mean?​

There's an old man​

Living in rags​

A plot with his name on it​

Yet he still brags​

Maybe he's mental​

A little touched in the head​

But at least he's satisfied​

with the life that he's led​

A beer in my hand​

A hole in my heart​

A smile on my face​

It rips me apart​

A tear on your cheek​

A quarter in the machine​

A bullet in the chamber​

Tell me what does it mean?​

A beer in my hand​

A hole in my heart​

A smile on my face​

It rips me apart​

A tear on your cheek​

A quarter in the machine​

A bullet in the chamber​

Tell me what does this mean?​

This world of ours​

And the hate that i've seen​

Now look me in the eye​

And what does it mean?​

 

Follow Through
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So i'm lying on the kitchen floor​

The ceiling is spinning​

Fighting like​

It would swallow me whole​

And right now ​

I am winning​

With the sunshine touching your face​

You know it makes me so jealous​

But i'll take what I can get​

It's the least i could do​

It's impossible to wait forever​

For something​

You believe will never prosper​

When all I want​

Is you here in my breath​

It's just too much to ask​

For you to want it back​

Now just give me a chance​

And I'll blow you away​

At least I'll try​

I'm not perfect​

"Big surprise" you say​

Like a needle in your haystack​

I'll burst your bubble​

Don't look at me like I lied​

Told you I was trouble​

 

Fueling The Flame​

There was a time​

When you struck fear​

Fear for my life ​

And those I hold dear​

I hope you're happy​

You've killed the very best part of me​

And I die a little more​

Each time you're near​

All the nights I cried​

(what did you care)​

All the nights I screamed​

(what did you care)​

Untill the cops arrived​

(what did you care)​

I was only five​

(oh but you never cared)​

Now you're at a loss​

Because I hit back​

So it's biting words you throw​

About all that i lack​

Not satisfied till​

I'm jagged​

Broken and bleeding​

I hate you a little more​

It's your flame that i'm feeding​

All the nights I cried​

(what did you care)​

All the nights I screamed​

(what did you care)​

Untill the cops arrived​

(what did you care)​

I was only five​

(oh but you never cared)​

You'll burn for eternity​

(and i'll never care)​

You're fueling the flame​

(and i'll never care)​

And I'll never care​

 

I really liked this one. I hope you have more poems you plan on putting up because these so far are great.

 

Thanks! That really means a lot to me ... I'll definately be posting more soon.

 

August​

This Red Bull passing my lips​

Makes me think of you​

And of that night​

Just two lonely people​

We knew what to do​

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Where I stand in your eyes​

Well that's all up to you​

The rain poured down​

You were blazed​

I knew what you'd been through​

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So here we are​

Don't blame me​

And I won't bound you​

Let's ride this out​

Let it drift where it may​

And burn it down​

On que.​

 

Untitled​

I wish I could​

Show you the world​

Through my eyes​

Life's a kaleidoscope​

With shapes and colors​

Melting together​

Where pools run deep​

With rainbow fish​

And Autumn can clearly be felt​

Hair like vanilla​

A breath of cinnamon​

Eyes that mask pain​

But that's okay​

You may call me​

A "bleeding heart"​

For I was born with a need​

To relieve all hurt​

And fix all that is wrong ​

In your world.​

 

some of it was good, some of it was very very good, keep it up

 

Thanks - i appreciate that. However, I read some of your work, and mine doesn't even compare! You're poetry is beautiful! I especially liked "Weeping Words From A Blank Doorstep" and "Insomniac's Waking" ... very good work.

 

well thank you
I always like to hear feedback, good or bad, I just like to know people read it
I'm thinking about adding some of my older and some newer poems to that, I don't use it much at all....
but yeah, thanks again, my poems really sucked about 8 months ago (I'm newer to the art) all it really takes is practice, I guess
but you are pretty damn good yourself

 

Fantastic!

You got some serious honesty goin on there

I had to reply with mine.

Empty,......like a paper sack.
Crushed before disposal.

Before,...never feeling the lack
of attention and care,
and fairing well.

But not today.

Today seems like an endless stream
of times mercenary,
and unforgiving tricks.

It seems to leave nothing said
but memories and emotions

stripped bare.

Trying to assuage my loss,
and even in that........

getting lost.

 

I just love it when people let me read their poetry ... it's like a window to their soul that I get to peek into ... truly touching, Digger. Keep it up!

 

(Just a tidbit that came to me at work today)​

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Kurt Cobain, we feel your pain​

All the blood in my body, drain​

Please God, if you're here, remain​

If you're real, I'll die the same.​

 

its good to share your gifts, and you obviously have some : )

 

I found a bunch of work under my bed today. It's all from last year, and i'm going to post some of it on here. I have to warn you though, I was going through some dark stuff then ...

This Is All I Ask​

Cut me into pieces​

Feed me to the earth​

Someone has to​

Rid me of this life​

You'll spend hours looking for ​

A heart​

Someone has to​

Not meant to live​

I'll never be happy​

Some people just aren't​

Give me your pills​

Fill me up​

Untill I don't feel​

Anymore​

Someone​

Has​

to.​

Untitled​

Jaded,​

Faded,​

Fuckin overrated​

Jagged pieces of me lying on the ground​

You pick them up and think of the treasure you have found​

You let me let you down​

You should have known that​

I don't feel anything​

I wanted to respect you​

But my life is just a game​

You should have known that​

I don't feel anything.​

Once More​

Shhhh ...​

I just want to touch your hair​

Just feel it​

Don't stop me​

I just want to touch your face​

And then your lips​

Don't stop me​

I only want to hold you close​

Hear you breathe​

Don't stop me​

Now just kiss me back​

Yes that's good​

Don't stop.​

(Remember these are all older ones ... so if i seem a little scary in some of them ... well it's all behind me now. I'll post more older ones later tonight.)​

 

your newer ones are better

I think I will show you one of my older ones....

EDIT note that these aren't too bad just not nearly as good as your new stuff

 

I think this is the only other old one that i'm going to post. I was completely stoned when i wrote it ... the next day when i read it, i was just like, "Wow ... stoned poetry ..."

Here I go again​

through the maze​

The deepest catacombs​

of my mind​

And who can fuckin say​

If i'll make it back this​

Time​

Never know what I may​

Find.​

 

Thanks - I agree actually. And I appreciate criticism, good or bad.

I'd love to read more of yours too ...

 

Thanks! You're a sweetie.

 

your high poem was much much much better than mine
High Poem
I am high
So I think I will try
To make a rhyme
At this time

This will be fun
I will laugh at this one
But it is not done
For it has only begun

This was great
But it is late
So to bed I will go
And return tomorrow


and here's a few of my older ones

Regret and the Unknown
Everything I knew and it still wasn't enough
If I knew what I now know then, it would have been different
And now that I know what I wish I knew then, nothing has changed
But now that I know what I should've known then, I can be prepared
Unfortunately the time to know has passed, now that I do know
I wonder in the future what will I wish I knew now?


In The Shadows
The comfortable dark street
The cool night breeze
The soft wet kisses drizzling down
Beautiful white breath
Peace, Serenity
I am complete, fulfilled
This darkness is better than any Heaven

The unbearable dark pit
The freezing cold winds
The tears harshly pouring down
Lifeless frosty breath
Sorrow, Depression
I am empty, hollow
This darkness is worse than any Hell

Somewhere in this darkness
There is enlightenment
Somewhere out there
The truth can be found
Somewhere between the freezing wind and the cool breeze
Somewhere above the Heaven and Hell
Somewhere between the fulfillment and the emptiness
I am waiting to be found



Bittersweet Salvation
Freed, I worry no more
Freed, no longer feel pain
Freed, all of the suffering is over
Gone, I left all behind
Gone, my relations no more
Gone, my friends are alone
Cold, no longer feel the warmth
Cold, love I will not feel again
Cold, all feeling, emotion gone
Still, a lifeless corpse
Still, never to move again
Still, stuck in this pose forever
I may be dead but at least I'm free

Red
The passion, the flame
The love, the lust
The hate, the crime
The vibrant life
A bright torch
A beautiful rose
A bloody knife
Just a color but so much more
A symbol of all that we desire

and amazingly (at least I think) this is my first poem, It think it is better than quite a few of mine....



A Poem From the Shadow
I am not really me
I do not exist
I am a monster

A creation of his fantasy
I do what he could never

I am the suppressed rage
I am the primal instinct
The hidden Sorrow
And the halted urges

I live in the shadow
I am hidden behind a wall
The bricks are unknown lies
The mercy he shows
The compassion he gives
The morals he's learned
And the consequence he fears

Unleashed while he rests
I am the freedom he can never know
For if he knew he would enslave himself

No mercy
No compassion
No morals
No fear

I am his fantasy
His insanity
His freedom
His humanity