I’m really not coping
Feels as if I’m hardly floating
Quick someone
I need a roping
To pull me back to shore
coping
The Boy
He is no white light
He is no knight in amour
He is no saint
He isn’t going to be your saviour
He won’t save you
You have to save yourself
It’s all up to you
You will get no help
No help from anyone else
You have to save yourself
From the failure that you speak
And if the outcome looks bleak
Then the blame falls solely at your feet
Dark Cloud
Dark cloud over my head
Wish I could lift it
Think I’ll just cry instead
Words in my way
So this is taking a trip into the past, here is a poem I wrote when I was Sixteen, far-out that was nearly eleven years ago 😦 anyways I must have been really messed up over something at the time hmmmmm.
Words in my way
It is a fact, that, I don’t know how to react
This world inside my head, its wack
My heart speaks a language I can’t decode
Later on no one will care which path you choose
No one cares who you really are
Everybody hides their scars
No one cares what you’ve lost
No one cares what personal lines you’ve crossed
It’s like the people you love are saying
Does it matter that I don’t really need you
I’m sick of all this hurting in my head
I’m going to go hide in my bed
I have to admit I’ve had so much fun
Think I might look into a life on the run
Can the world please look at me for all I am
That’s impossible when I block my emotions like a dam
I’m sick of always caring about what people think about me
No one else seems to care what I think of thee
I’ve said too much but not nearly all that’s in my head
All these words in my way
Fears drive me forward every day.
Blue
Sometimes I feel like I’m running out of fight
Sometimes I think I just might
I scold myself and then take flight
Into the night that growls and bites
I think I might need to say goodnight
and goodbye to a few of you
That rip my heart and keep me blue
Finished it!!
So I have finally finished typing up the big box of poetry that I’ve had piling up for the last ten years, oh boy that an emotional trip down memory lane it has been.
So to celebrate I thought I would share one with you all:
I can feel your warmth
I can feel your naked body pressed against mine
As I lose all sense of time
I feel your breath
And your lips
On the back of my neck
I turn to stroke your chest
But you’re not there
I’m alone in my bed
All these feelings are in my head
I long to feel your soft lips pressing against mine
Is loving you really such a crime
As the sunrise draws closer
I quickly try to regain my composure
If I was stronger I might be able to get some closure
But for now I’m just a prisoner of time
My Poems
So I’ve started the painful task of typing up all my poems and random rambles that I’ve been writing on scrap bits of paper and keeping in a box for the last ten years. Oh dear god what have I gotten myself into. I’m only bothering to type up and keep the ones I like or are meaningful to me, so a lot is going in the bin. It’s turning out to be sort of therapeutic, destroying my old fears and issues 🙂 any way here’s one I found, now I was obviously very angry at the time and I’m over what caused me to be so angry.
When I write angry sometimes my poems can tend not to flow and be rather odd, but I like this one and think it reads well, so here you go:
It’s not just you
You’re not that special
If you think it’s only you
Then you’re fucking mental
We’ve all got issues
We’ve all got pain
You think my excuses are not valid
I just think you’re simple and lame
It’s plain to see
Why you hate me
What’s not so simple
Is the fact
That’s as hard as I try
I can’t hate you back
Hanging onto bitterness isn’t good, best to get it out of your system – Remember to smile people, it makes you live longer!!!!
RIOT’S REDEMPTION 