

TormentNot afraid of dying, Yet I forgot how to live. Not knowing who to blame, Too many to forgive. Everyday goes by, Don't want to get out of bed. Afraid to be criticized For the words that I've said. Judgmental people everywhere I turn. When is the next time I will be burned. Time keeps pushing forward. No one to look out for me. Life keeps racing by. People are too blind to see. The terror inside me fills my life with fear. I try to look past it, but it is always near I pretend that it's not there. I pretend to be strong. But forever insidTorment


PoetThe soul of a poet,how tempermental one must be To see so clearly what others cannot see Intense emotions in the purest form Anger radiates like lightning in a storm Sorrow flooding with no rescue in sight loneliness invading as darkness consumes light Unabated emotions,overwhelming they may be But the heart of a poet can set a soul free Pure,unadulterated love very few will know Joy and compassion from every pore they flow To spill ones soul on paper with pen A poet is truly the most passionate of men.Poet


HeartLocked up tight, hidden way down deep, You hold something of mine; it's yours to keep. What only your eyes can see, and your hands can feel, So long as you live; it will always be real. It is in you that I see the sun, so warm and so bright, You have a part of me so vital, yet with you it feels right. It is in your eyes every time you look my way, It holds me in stillness urging me to stay. I've learned the lesson that with loving comes sorrow, But know that always, I'll still be there tomorrow. You've found my happiness and helped me to live. Do you understand yet, what it isHeart
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