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Posts archive for: September, 2009
  • "Of a foe"

    Tragic means posess no end
    I am writhened, can't see, say nor tell
    She will make me die
    Let me go outside
    Leave her to die
    Tearing myself apart, let her too far
    Wanting too much to share, a sweetness, a life
    Never should she know
    But if I ever told - I'd say she abondoned me in the dark
    Wanting herself to catch air
    Watching me in all her glory
    Sparing a sacred honor, making me scared in fear
    Leaving a widowed lonesomeness
    Feasting on my state of despair
    It's her selfishness in this state of obstinate stress
    She's acting on her cognition, imposing her state of confusion
    Needing me in her troubles
    Her facade, her fables
    Putting me in distress!
    Stress and  compress my love and freedom!
    She feels my emotions are a game,
    She will feed on them again when they are wholesome!

  • "Of a friend"

    She looks at me with star-crossed eyes
    There is love and misery
    Oh, but I feel it to be
    I cherish her and she enjoys my company
    I feel for her, and she feels for me
    It's a distinct wonder
    How far we'd come and ended so
    it creates a feeling of completion
    An unusual irony
    Two people meet and part everytime
    Because there's no potential, either can see
    I never needed her, and she never needed me
    I am barely aware of what she will spare
    But it might be, just might be, the next best thing that has happened to me
    She really needs to take her time
    To reach her, I need to get in line

  • Faltering Control

     

    Grind me, wind me, within...
    Thinking of letting go, coz I have a lot hidden.
    Secrecy indulges me as I emote my feelings to the world;
    Inside me, behind me, all deju vus ridden.
    So well thought-out, a kaleidoscope to envision.
    And this state that is a complete dabauchery...
    And this fate which is all slurry.
    Oh, how I wish you could come see it too,
    be inspired, and feel rapt as if from within.
    Oh my, why would I lie,
    If I wanted you to have a little empathy too?
    Take as if all your world is mine, and you are a part of my dreams,
    and I don't feel anything cause this is all what you expected me to be...
    Ah, but no, I won't give up to your optimistic illusions...
    Set yourself free for I have desire to left to just be!
    I'm afraid, even if you lie, I'll still retain my control it seems...

     

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