I fall forever,
Never seeing ground,
Never to know my fate,
Never to feel deaths embrace.
The minutes I see,
The flames I feel,
Give me my peace,
My time to breathe.
Oh, how I regret,
The lost hours I spent,
So foolishly spent in my lies,
My tears, fears and hate.
The days I spent screaming,
The years I spent dreaming,
Mean naught to me now,
As I glimpse the horror, the moment of me.
I feel numb in my misery,
The moments of my selfishness,
Flying before my eyes, shrieking,
You did nothing. You were nothing.
I sit on my bed, huddled against a wall,
Damp sheets clutched in sweaty hands,
My terrified face wet with sweat and tears.
Im trapped; I cant escape from this place,
This place of torment,
This place of nightmares,
This place of blood, suffering, screaming, dying and fear,
I gaze into the infinite blackness of my room,
Eyes, searching for any movement,
Ears, listening for any sound,
And feet, ready to dash away, dash away.
I pull the sheets to my face,
To wipe away my tears,
To wipe away my fears.
The sheets, once so soft and light,
Are torn away from my shaking hands.
My worst fears are confirmed;
Im not al
Who am I?
I am loneliness,
I am quiet,
I am reservation.
Who am I?
I am shyness,
I am small,
I am real.
Who am I?
I want acceptance,
I want freedom,
I want respect.
Who am I?
I want friends,
I want revenge,
I want love.
Who am I?
I am Me.
What are people?
A melting pot of persona...
A mixture of human color...
A never-ending concoction of faces...
So many facets of life's creation...
I can live...
I can thrive...
I can survive...
I can hold on...
I can keep on...
Alone.
In solitude, I
Find peace.
In isolation, I
Am tranquility.
Mensch...
Humano...
Roma...
De Mens...
And then there's Me...
Always quiet, near invisible.
Sometimes acknowledged, never remembered.
Have I always been this way?
Being alone isnt
Really my wish. It seems like it, doesnt it?
At my poems words, you think thats who I am.
Depressed, suicidal,
Lonely, it seems. But not really.
Every day holds great joy for me,
Yet, I long for acceptance all the same
Once worshiped again and again,
Would I want to love?
Once being despised and tormented,
Would I want to hate?
Once gossiped about,
Would I want to be known?
Once not cared about,
Would I want to be invisible?
Once abandoned,
Would I want to be alone?
Once drowned in attention,
Would I want friends?
Once caged,
Would I want freedom?
Once independent,
Would I want to be captured?
Once of being,
Would I want to die?
Once feeling lifeless,
Would I want to exist?
Once joy harnessed me,
Would I want to be sorrowful?
Once sadness caught me in its grip,
Would I want to be blissful?
Once sightless,
Would I want to see?
Once
Roses are beautiful.
Roses are crimson.
Roses are physical emotion.
Roses are gifts of true feeling.
Roses are pure memory.
Roses are red hearts.
Roses are the thorns of happiness.
Roses are sweet.
Roses are the reward at the end of a long journey.
Roses are never-ending.
Roses never fade.
Roses are sometimes secret.
Roses are always true.
Roses are pure.
Roses are never tainted.
Roses are dreams in reality.
Roses are promises.
Roses are comments without words.
Roses are tears of joy.
Roses are reminders of sorrows past.
Roses are a symbol of trust.
Roses are Love.
Chocolate is comforting on a cold snowy day.
Chocolate is sweet.
Chocolate is smooth.
Chocolate is sometimes bittersweet.
Chocolate is delicious.
Chocolate is Nestle.
Chocolate is Cocoa Puffs.
Chocolate is a luscious cake.
Chocolate is addictive.
Chocolate is fudge brownies.
Chocolate is Ghirardelli's.
Chocolate is a scrumptious pie.
Chocolate is icing on a cake.
Chocolate is hot fudge on a sundae.
Chocolate is a bunny on Easter.
Chocolate is M&Ms.
Chocolate is Hersheys.
Chocolate is never-ending.
Chocolate is sublime.
Chocolate is heaven on earth.
Chocolate is eternal.
Chocolate is Timeless.