Here is my fav poem ever....its called "I miss her sometimes" I ran into my ex girlfriend the other day....then i backed up and ran into her again...I miss her sometimes.
Like TLV, I like my own poems. But I like two of them. I CANNOT DECIDE!
Numb Immortality
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel So, what is real? I cannot stop to kneel But I am numb I want to scream But my lips are dumb My life is coming apart At the seams My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul But I cannot feel the breaking cold Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality I am blind So how can I see? Away from the bustle of regular life But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within It's eating me up inside I cannot hear the din I cannot heal my mind Tearing me limb from limb I can't feel the pain I stand on the rim But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning My endless yearning That I could feel the pain But it's just so surreal And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish, somehow That I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal
My life is worthless anymore But it can never end I wish I could open the door Your strength, could you lend? I cannot bear the weight of this Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one? Who has lost and who has won? Please, give me a sign To open my mind And let me go across the line
I've waited for so long I've tried to be so strong But I really wish that I was dead Or is it all just in my head
The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift
One Bitter Winter's End
This bitter winter's end I welcome you, hello my friend While I write, this frigid night The winds moan and no help shall be received But we shall not lose hope, somehow we'll cope Over the screams of the bereaved And as we tie the gallows rope
And the chill, us it will kill Just like an icy sickness And I pray to God, that somehow I can fix this And our souls we've sold To the shatt'ring cold In the fire is our lust And the biting winds, through the night they'll call us
We are trapped, our greatest fear Is not to see our loved ones dear And the winds will blow With us all in tow Right through the chilling fall of snow
It's just our time, there's no reason nor a rhyme And the slicing winter's gale Shakes the trees and souls, so frail And at the end of the darkest tunnel There is no light, just the agony of cold And we'll still be doing this when we're eighty years old Why did we sign up for this, digging six feet under
And the icy snow came Snuffing us out like a candle's flame And the ice will crack! Like a pistol shot Through the cold embrace And the deadliest attack, the most accursed is this place And leave us there to rot Of our lives there's not a trace
And the bells a'ringing The souls a'singing They're calling us to hell And I just hope that we'll all be treated well
Our final wheezing, icy gasps Coughing out the final task To deliver this missive, do it fast So we can rest in peace, at long last And so, this bitter winter's end I bid farewell to you, my friend
That I did love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved, I did not love enough. That I shall love thee always, I offer thee That love is life, and life hath immortality.
This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary.
