Friday, January 4, 2008

umm!! crap or something like that..

In the wake of lonely morning hours..

The stillness in my room makes me sick, sicker

Resting on a perched piece of wood, my thoughts begin to fall down, quicker

Open eyes and beating heart adamant against the death that knocks on the door

And I don’t have a life left to get up and open


My childhood shook me against the grey colors of wasted moments on ma terrace

One black tire of a car, and a stick in ma hand,

Away from the world, oblivious of friends

Hours rolled with the tire that rolled with me.

Plucking the dried leaves from a tired tree that stood for long,

Wanting to break down, wanting to fall apart just like me,

Always lonely


Bullied against the innocence that I possessed

The world after my silence, and my mind could never rest

Friends who mocked, people who thrashed,

When their fun was celebrated, I was trashed

The dust and the me,

Friends together, all other enemies,

Never to stand up again, we lay on the ground,

Hugged each other tight, free of the frowns


Love that escaped my very presence

Hatred that bred against the feelings

Ignorance that wiped out hope

A lover boy left reeling

And now as the disdained epitome of misery

I build my own ground

I build my own grave

I build my own death

Life has really not been sweet, so I’m being the same to death


But it doesn’t matter now, the sun is coming is coming down

The bottle of wine is empty now,

No money left with the me, who just broke down

Sleep my friend, the fainting sanity whispers in my mind,

For tomorrow your eyes shall again be awake,

And I just wish they don’t

And how I wish they just don’t

1 comment:

`nobody.girL said...

Thanks for reading & commenting my poems.
I'm glad you like them. ^^

This is really interesting.
You have a writing style very similar to one of my friends.
Its beautiful.

And the darkness, mmm.
There's definitely something beautiful about all shadows, silhouettes, and just the absence of light.