blueangel Posted April 12, 2006 Share Posted April 12, 2006 I can't seem to step outside of this place All around me it is the same face A mirror to torture, one to break Me in pieces Alone with the things I could not make It to So my pace is slowing I'm being torn down To keep going Can I still do that now? A heart is dying It is inside of me That's a scary thought To leave all ecstasy Behind What's in my mind? There is such beauty there But all I am really Is just a little girl scared Scared that she'll change If she turns to negative thoughts Scared that she'll lose it After all that she's lost I fight it and fight it I push it away But all that comes of this Is simply more hate Hate for the difficulties I've never overcome Hate for the people who have all decided to run Leave me here, in whimper and tears It doesn't matter... Hasn't changed in years Little by little- it takes so slow A heart to turn bitter as they get old Is there anything left to feel? Friends to find but my friends aren't real Oh, where is the innocent fun- oh, the laughter When I felt my life only had begun- everything in it mattered But the chips are squaring away these days I'm more anxious while waiting for all that's delayed What life, oh life, that it takes on and on And the pain in my heart still hasn't been expressed To another human heart so all there is is emptiness Would things turn around if this I had? Am I that boring, am I that bad? In friendships, I'm a coward- getting bored with myself for some reason I always back down putting a resistance to my open mouth So my tower of regrets won't let me out It's always in my mind- I am so torn- I mean what's left of the past The things that started, of what I could have had All the things I knew of which did never last Now- Cherry blossoms bursting in the skies The same old sun isn't hard to find But where's someone to simply cradle my head? To hold my body when I feel too dead To walk on She whispers to her- it will be all right Her older self staring through those familiar dry eyes Almost a woman now Can she be afraid? When alarm clocks are ringing out There are beds to be made Things to be written Stories and goals A body to sculpt Lord, help her out Homework to be done In a room displayed Of Japanese culture As if in a play No, I can't seem to step outside of this place I love it and hate it But freedom is rare The freedom to live As if I did not care What others thought- I always dare to step forward But always turn away She's pleading with you To keep her safe With open arms That you take Her inside Lock her away Make me a part of you so I know where to stay God, please help me It's getting away I don't know how to get it out What I need to say So others know my mind Tell me not to be afraid To simply close my eyes So it will go away But all that I see- a question mark Dangling above- ready to pierce my heart What step do I take after it all No more stairs to step on And so I just fall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blueangel Posted April 12, 2006 Author Share Posted April 12, 2006 Whew- weeee! That was hard work! To think as I flow, as if I already know what next there is to say... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coollady1957 Posted April 12, 2006 Share Posted April 12, 2006 Wow, you did put some time and work into that. I admire anyone that can put down their thoughts and or emotions into poetry/ writings. My brain just does not function with that much imagination. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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