Kyle sits silent for a while and then as if speaking to no one but toward the Lady SilentOne, “Your words have more truth than some may think. They sting like a poison dagger one might hold to their own bosom, yet as soft as a summer day moved by the wings of a butterfly.” Kyle lifts his tankard to his now quiver lips and takes a sip to steady his nerves or to hide what he is now feeling inside. “The heart will not let go, the mind will not forget, the body longs for, the soul devoured.” He then pauses and a smile drifts across his face. “A poisoned chalice is the raven unto me.”
In a world divided by hate
and anger, how will you fair
within it's grasp? Will you fight
to free yourself? or let it take
Would you forget about all the
things you care about? or would
you fight to be free?
Would you pretend that everything
was normal, that you arent trapped
inside the anger and hate? Or
would you give up and let it
Would you leave behind all the
joy and happiness? what side then
would you go to?
What side in this divided world
would you pick to stay on? Would
you be happy there? or would you
feel like you were betrayed someone
close to you?
Would you enjoy which ever side
you picked in this world
For this poem, i wrote early this morning. A round of insomnia hit that i couldn't shake off. With me being on painkillers i thought that it would help make me fall asleep, but alas.. it hasn't. This poem isn't about anything and/or one. I just wrote it to try and stop the jumbled thoughts that are currently flying around in my mind.
Greetings. I'm sorry for the long delay of posting anything. I've hit a road block on whether or not I wanted to post anything else up. So many people have caused me to almost loose my writing spark on various occasions. So, I'm willing to try again to see what people think about my poetry. I mean no offense to any one on the site, the poems are meant for me to write out the overrun emotions i feel from day to day life.
Perhaps one day.. I'll get it... Words are useless to me, I cannot
fathom what it's like to truly speak my
Forgive me, dear friend, for i'm trying
to understand. But I'm not good at
saying what's on my mind, not in speaking
at any rate.
Perhaps, I should continue this drabble,
and perhaps, you'll understand what i'm
trying to say, when the words wont come
to my lips. Past my head, Out of my mouth,
they need to be.
Maybe, I'm not cut out for this stuff, Maybe,
i should stop, while i still can. Maybe, I shouldn't
be trying so hard, to become what they all
wish me to be.
Will I someday, know, what it's like to speak my
mind, rather than just bottle it up inside? Maybe,
Maybe not. Walking Time bomb may I be, for now
until the end, so should it be.
Unraveling is soon to pass, Venting, is all i need
to overcome it. Unwilling to do it? Or just afraid?
what path is mine, Which one to take?
I'm sorry I'm not like everyone else, I figured it would
get boring with so much of us around. Perhaps, I was
wrong in doing what I did, To make me forgive, what a stupid
thing to think.
Forgetting is something i shouldn't have done. It made me
cold, heartless, a walking corpse to them all.
Above all, I know what i've done. It hurt so many, and so many
were lost. Perhaps, I am not cut out to be ... a friend. When one is in
need, i flee to the sea.
I'm all alone, in this world of life. In my own sorrowfilled cage, I must
start to fight. Yet this fight, inwhich i must partake, will only end in
sadness, and unbearable pain.
Bottling it up, deep inside, is all i know, and all I can do. For now,
It's what i'm good at,
Just starting to get the hang
of things and life
wants to throw curve
balls. Too much to handle..
too much to take in.. things are
swirling out of havoc.. Chaos
insueing.. Can't take it all in
i'm losing control.. what do i
do.. where do i turn?
Take a step back.. learn to let
go and just breathe.
Take a deep breath.. lay everything
out.. take one step at a time and you'll
Scared to death of this new outside world,
where to begin to start to fit in.. Fit in with the old
life i used to have. Nothing normal, nothing the same
i'm a stranger in an old life. head starts spinning, images
blurr and i'm not sure where to begin to try and get
you lowly lives to understand.. I can't see, i can't move,
i'm lost without you..
Take a step back.. learn to let
go.. and Just breathe..
Tired of trying to do things that way, want to break
free and live it for me. why can't you people understand
let me go, let me see, let me do things.. on my own time..
.. You wont listen, so i walk away, that's what you get,
for not giving time to heal.. Now you can just back away
and get out of my life because all i need to do, is