Why does he do this to himself. its like tragedy in colour his hearts slow his face childish in response he's seen to many atrocities to be thrilled by actualities his years precipated suddenly he starts free falling into the unknown that is his heart but then he stops looking around he sees things terrible things in this dark lifeless capsule that is him a hollow cavity a bleak existance he starts to sink into the dark ocean his body numb from the feelings his hurt allows him to dissapear blood gushing from his wrists two cuts and its all over hold your breath all you can do is pray sweet dreams kid say goodbye he doesn't miss her thats a lie he needs her to swim while she is able to fly. -steve
From each cut flows a fractal flame, Eternal... the Soul Radiates a Peaceful Glow; Priceless, we are each a Universe and Universal, undivided.
Sorrow. transcend through infinity stay subtle stay serene you are stronger then i know i can tell by the way you talk you are more solid then i thought so throw away your worries wrap your fingers up in mine we'll sail through this together ill make sure you will be fine for i also have a secret im getting sadder ever day its like a song without the words watch as i slowly fade away save me now from myself im lost caught inside my head i need that rock back in my life help me remember the words you've said im disguised from view time to emerge from hiding so you do the thing you do help me stop all this writing i dont know why i cant be alone im so greatful for all your sincarity but lying in bed all alone last night gave me a true moment of clarity me and you wont ever be together sorry it took so long too see but even with this recent enlightenment i cant help but feel sad i took way to much of your time just to feel the same as what we had. -steve
steve you asked a very good question. why does he do this to himself. you should answer that. because i don't know, but would certainly like to find out. this poem started out bad, then got ugly. rather, progressively depressive. perhaps it is impossible to answer this question if we don't know anything defyingly good about this person who seemingly never had a chance to begin with....he needed a nest. your second work struck a similar chord. are you writing from a whaling heart or for a wondering audience.
well i have alot of hurt rambleON. i am getting better ill post some of my newer stuff. why do i do this to myself? because i was in love and its really hard to get out of love. i write to get some of the darkness out of my heart.. hopefully to make room for some light.
its not alot happier but it is some stuff that i wrote just to blow off steam or something i dont know. like they dont pertain to much.
watching waiting anticipation is growing desire is fading when wil i know what problems do i have how am i in this situation i hate it dark rooms no windows bleak life no excitement no friends no socialization fires inside me passion to do anything but its locked up key thrown away tis debate, this fight is over the end is upon me and what am i to do accept it deny it admit it fuck this world fuck its system flawed and destroyed it is broken we are broken but anything broken can be mended fix it. fix me. -steve.
light... is there still some light to see something to look up to can eyes see past the atrocities the anguish he has been through this story seems to be over is his heart worth fighting for i think the love has past theres barely light anymore the darkness slowely engulfed him as he thought about that girl the one who got away he then did realize something those feeling were there to stay while he basked in all his sorrow he seemed to overlook that the girl that got away the one who still loved was feeling the exact same way as he called and called and called to that girl that he let go sinking after every ring he heard her voice reply hello this darkness starts to vanish as they resolve their big fight once again their hearts did soar as all that darkness turns to light -steve.
