"Feelings"
A heart warm and loving, Covered in the negative actions; memories of the past. Lasting since year began, only to never diminish. Slowing down letting my breathing settle, while my heart still beats like a piston. Curled up shaking, as the negativity evokes my fears; finally it stops. My last rights, Take life into your own hands and decide the fate, Unique in every way no change needed; being there even in death embracing all that you are. Alas I am only someone.
Letting the words fall onto the page as all is set free from this cage.
So many personalities wanted to be shared one stands among all sorrow.
Complaining, hating and fading from this world thus makes the.
Pushing aside all greatness being dragged down into this nothingness.
Never again will I spend a peaceful time like this, are you understanding this empty bliss.
A kiss so sweet yet bitter why does failure follow confidence, sorrow is my cross to bear forever.
Until the end of my days these scars remain.
Running my fingers through the many rows of roses, the tips catching thorns.
Pain ensues but it does not bother me, the roses are needed; needed by my love.
She does not know my love but she will soon.
Finding her, confronting feelings, just before the blade cuts my wings; i pull out a blend of roses from cloud pink, velvet violet, white and red. Arranged into a perfect heart.
Shocked no words are exchanged, before my feet carry me away, I'm stopped;
warmth felt from her tendered lips makes me melt.
Now I know what it means to me felt up by love.
Telling you many things, but only one thing matters my love for you.
No matter how needy you get, Sighing only relief.
When your sad and crying, holding you whispering sweet lullabies in your ear.
Arguing saying harmful words, holding one another in the dead of night.
Ill riden caring no matter the consiquence, healing with love and warmth.
Time slows family begins, Smiles strike two faces gazing into innocence.
Hardships many then few, a mixed everything fires burn.
Goodbyes are said that innocence, walks though those double doors.
Tear riden eyes are filled with anger, innocence ends.
One last hardship, Flowers adorn the memory.
H
fall from your tower,
cry those tears of sweet innocence.
feel the scorn of others,
feel your sanity torn away.
the labotamy of such a clever, beautiful mind,
what a waste of life.
shrinking into the same very corner shaking waiting for death,
yet it is a sweet embrace not for many nor few.
lights dim voices fade you wake up safe again.
Sitting here, rembering all of the friends I've lost though death, Ill placed words or noble gestures gone wrong, Chaning from a Chunky goth boy to a nearly insane man, so many years wasted on countless hours of video games blasting just so that the yelling would stop or that I would be sent away to other family, No perfection eminates from me, I am a born "loser" my fate is that of my irish dad, sad and alone til my liver fails, I only wish I could of mend my wrongs before now, the past is gone the future awaits waiting to be ruined.
My end is not far off by Fallenriseagain, literature
Literature
My end is not far off
falling rain,
falling shells
tears hitting the pavement
Anger rising,
sadness no longer residing
A wingless angel stands in the door eyes calm lke the sea,Arms out begging for a body to hold
Waiting for the end, swift and painless memories replay over and over.
A void now holds, no light shines the angel is gone.
Doors open one is gold, one is sliver one is onyx.
Choosen the sliver, all family and friends welcome,
what has become of limbo.
leaving choosing the onyx door, the angel reappears
saying "goodbye and welcome to your ending moments dear boy"
walking forward, grabbing his arm, saying "goodbye to yours"
the
"Feelings"
A heart warm and loving, Covered in the negative actions; memories of the past. Lasting since year began, only to never diminish. Slowing down letting my breathing settle, while my heart still beats like a piston. Curled up shaking, as the negativity evokes my fears; finally it stops. My last rights, Take life into your own hands and decide the fate, Unique in every way no change needed; being there even in death embracing all that you are. Alas I am only someone.
Letting the words fall onto the page as all is set free from this cage.
So many personalities wanted to be shared one stands among all sorrow.
Complaining, hating and fading from this world thus makes the.
Pushing aside all greatness being dragged down into this nothingness.
Never again will I spend a peaceful time like this, are you understanding this empty bliss.
A kiss so sweet yet bitter why does failure follow confidence, sorrow is my cross to bear forever.
Until the end of my days these scars remain.
Running my fingers through the many rows of roses, the tips catching thorns.
Pain ensues but it does not bother me, the roses are needed; needed by my love.
She does not know my love but she will soon.
Finding her, confronting feelings, just before the blade cuts my wings; i pull out a blend of roses from cloud pink, velvet violet, white and red. Arranged into a perfect heart.
Shocked no words are exchanged, before my feet carry me away, I'm stopped;
warmth felt from her tendered lips makes me melt.
Now I know what it means to me felt up by love.
Telling you many things, but only one thing matters my love for you.
No matter how needy you get, Sighing only relief.
When your sad and crying, holding you whispering sweet lullabies in your ear.
Arguing saying harmful words, holding one another in the dead of night.
Ill riden caring no matter the consiquence, healing with love and warmth.
Time slows family begins, Smiles strike two faces gazing into innocence.
Hardships many then few, a mixed everything fires burn.
Goodbyes are said that innocence, walks though those double doors.
Tear riden eyes are filled with anger, innocence ends.
One last hardship, Flowers adorn the memory.
H
fall from your tower,
cry those tears of sweet innocence.
feel the scorn of others,
feel your sanity torn away.
the labotamy of such a clever, beautiful mind,
what a waste of life.
shrinking into the same very corner shaking waiting for death,
yet it is a sweet embrace not for many nor few.
lights dim voices fade you wake up safe again.
Sitting here, rembering all of the friends I've lost though death, Ill placed words or noble gestures gone wrong, Chaning from a Chunky goth boy to a nearly insane man, so many years wasted on countless hours of video games blasting just so that the yelling would stop or that I would be sent away to other family, No perfection eminates from me, I am a born "loser" my fate is that of my irish dad, sad and alone til my liver fails, I only wish I could of mend my wrongs before now, the past is gone the future awaits waiting to be ruined.
My end is not far off by Fallenriseagain, literature
Literature
My end is not far off
falling rain,
falling shells
tears hitting the pavement
Anger rising,
sadness no longer residing
A wingless angel stands in the door eyes calm lke the sea,Arms out begging for a body to hold
Waiting for the end, swift and painless memories replay over and over.
A void now holds, no light shines the angel is gone.
Doors open one is gold, one is sliver one is onyx.
Choosen the sliver, all family and friends welcome,
what has become of limbo.
leaving choosing the onyx door, the angel reappears
saying "goodbye and welcome to your ending moments dear boy"
walking forward, grabbing his arm, saying "goodbye to yours"
the
I stop, stand in silence, in wait. I pretend that every moment doesn't feel like forever and I remember what season it is, what day, what hour, and I focus on that, because it is reality. Unlike you, unlike us.
"Why are you here." It's not a question, or a statement. It's an answer. It's, 'No, I do not want you,' and, 'You're right, you shouldn't be here, talking to me. Now go.' However, I do not care about your answer. I care about mine. My reasons and my questions and my explanations. But in order to make sense, it must be coming from your mouth, your thoughts and your words, and worst of all, your feelings. So I resist the urge to turn an
My name is Harley, I compose music in my spare time. I mostly write poetry on a daily basis. My enjoyments are taking pictures, listening to music composing songs and sketching. I'd sleep the day away but nothing would ever get done. Stats: 5'7 1/2 Eyes: light green golden touch Build: Average Skin: pale okay uh what else to say I'm a likeable guy, I'm shy and bashful but that can be fixed I listen to an array of classical and metal bands along with other either introduced to me or i grew up with. I love: Ice cream Coffee Chocolate Sushi Green Tea
I loath: judgemental people trolls smokers i have only a few acceptions wasteful eaters Weiners
thats it for now I'll keep adding more as time passes.
love is best when you find the one who clicks with you, you may not see eye to eye butwho does?
no one ever stops to think about their significant other its always about themselfs.
thats why so many homes are broken apart, its growing darker and darker each day everyone must stay with those who care.
Regret is the worst thing that someone could do now, but it happens either way you look at it.
welcome to a world slowly dying through corruption,hate,war, try and live as long as you can cause it only a matter of time.