i have always had the habit of scribbling down poems in whatever paper pieces i could get.. was going through some old notebooks and found a piece. dont remember when i wrote it, but im guessing its atleast 2 years old. going through my own poems i feel im kinda psychotic. i've been this crazy since forever. and i continue to be so. so here's another story. enjoy.
her hands are burning, flames all around
a glint in her eye and her face turns a frown
tears are coming but she wont break down
she's gotta fight, let the blood stain the ground.
hungry eyes look at her, dark like nightfall
tension rising, it cannot be stalled
crouched and alert ready for brawl
he smashes his fist at her, and hits the dry wall.
this is a real story about a person very close to me..she is a middle aged woman now, and she told me long ago that "when it really matters, you're really alone"..after a rough few weeks i thought about her and wrote this for her..for the record, she never found what she needed..
Love don’t last and friends don’t stay Empty promises fade away Tears roll down with no one to see A lonely heart alone it sleeps.
On a day so blue, and skies so grey I look at the photos on the wall A group of friends smiling wide They don’t resemble reality at all. A song I hum along so much Of joy, of fun, times low and high Of seasons in sun and splashes in rain But like seasons, the good times pass on by.
A desperate search for a human face Who would stand by me till the end In joy or sorrow in sickness or health Someone to be my true friend. The journey of life has taught so much Naïve expectations better not made For every person breathes selfish desires When it truly matters, you’re alone, its said.
Often I found someone to trust Often a fool while giving all to them Needs fulfilled, they walked away Leaving behind only the pain. Words of faith and care misused In shallow smiles they enticed me Now words lay broken without love With a wounded trust left to bleed.
The smiles in photos look ugly Like corpses of betrayal and sin Inhuman face of cherished friend Leaves me terrified within. Twenty years I search and fail For a friendship stronger than storms Twenty years I bruise and bleed In false promises and fake bonds.
Through the years my mind gets jaded With thoughts of a cursed destiny Am I disturbed or just depressed? Alone forever meant to be. So it seems that love don’t last and friends don’t stay The empty promises fade away Tears roll down with no one to see My lonely heart alone it sleeps.