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...i'm not too sure how many people write when they feel low but i thought i'd give it a go adding a new thread here so if anyone has any poems or bits of creative writing they can add it.
i write alot of poems. i thought i'd add this one. it's quite new....
2/10/07 – 3/10/07 – 4/10/07- 7/10/07
I could jump straight into my skin
And that could be the blade deep within
Only can I calculate if that makes me win
The silence gives it a million places to begin
I could run a mile
Keep it all hidden beneath a smile
I’m not afraid now I’ve lost the nerve to dial
Nobody knows what it does to you after a while
Does anyone hear the real screams that can’t be expressed aloud?
Can you confuse the up from down?
I will be the only one to hear the same sound
Because when are any of you around?
Does anyone ever wonder-
Why we cry through our own plagiarism?
Does anyone ever wonder-
Why together can never be forever?
Why ever do we look to each other-
To find something that can’t exist
I can’t go losing myself within you or some other
Why said this suicide needs to be emotionless?
Emptied out blurred time
Whatever makes this go by-
Once I find this stability I’ll be fine
It’s completely useless to wonder why
Let me find a place to situate
All my dreams and helplessness
In this place I’m so far away I disorientate
Cold day without a feeling of success
My mind falling off line
The words are in another rhyme
They were getting mixed with mine
Now I’m getting lost in a wasteful meaning
If only I could breathe
Could I let myself speak?
Runaway in my head, this place I’ll leave
I can’t suggest that I’m the one who’s weak.
The uncontrollable factor
And I’m still stuck on last years’ chapter
What am I waiting to feel?
I just need something real
it would interesting to hear what you think!
i write alot of poems. i thought i'd add this one. it's quite new....
2/10/07 – 3/10/07 – 4/10/07- 7/10/07
I could jump straight into my skin
And that could be the blade deep within
Only can I calculate if that makes me win
The silence gives it a million places to begin
I could run a mile
Keep it all hidden beneath a smile
I’m not afraid now I’ve lost the nerve to dial
Nobody knows what it does to you after a while
Does anyone hear the real screams that can’t be expressed aloud?
Can you confuse the up from down?
I will be the only one to hear the same sound
Because when are any of you around?
Does anyone ever wonder-
Why we cry through our own plagiarism?
Does anyone ever wonder-
Why together can never be forever?
Why ever do we look to each other-
To find something that can’t exist
I can’t go losing myself within you or some other
Why said this suicide needs to be emotionless?
Emptied out blurred time
Whatever makes this go by-
Once I find this stability I’ll be fine
It’s completely useless to wonder why
Let me find a place to situate
All my dreams and helplessness
In this place I’m so far away I disorientate
Cold day without a feeling of success
My mind falling off line
The words are in another rhyme
They were getting mixed with mine
Now I’m getting lost in a wasteful meaning
If only I could breathe
Could I let myself speak?
Runaway in my head, this place I’ll leave
I can’t suggest that I’m the one who’s weak.
The uncontrollable factor
And I’m still stuck on last years’ chapter
What am I waiting to feel?
I just need something real
it would interesting to hear what you think!
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Comments
1-
i lost you some place in the crowd
a crowd thick with accents, smells and stories
all compiled in one small tube station
my ticket refused to go into the machine
so i had to wait until someone noticed me
a faceless man gestured me through uninterested
you weren't there when i reached the other side
i remained hopeful and followed a man with a shiny head
feeling brave as he stopped to check his watch
i made eye contact
the shape of his face was perfect
but his eyes were nothing like yours
2-
im stuck
between two very different places
i feel the tug from both ends
choosing a side has never been so difficult
normality waves it's hyperactive hand
promising life
depression constantly whispers in my head
promising nothing
3-
one night the bed caught fire,
but we were too numb to notice
instead we sweetly slumbered
a tangled heap of limbs and joints
like soldiers, shot down in a field
dreaming of bubbles that refused to pop
and a baby
a baby called charlie
the whiteness of his skin reflected the sun
so perfectly it shimmered
until it was morning
and the bed
the bed was dust