This Time Around

[Chey]

Mmm.. Nothing super special. Just a poem I wrote about something I experienced. As usual.

 

 

 

 

 

Rippling pain

 

Scared to death

 

Someone save me

 

This last breath

 

 

 

Rushed away

 

Flashing lights

 

Heart is racing

 

The last night

 

 

 

Stinging needles

 

Burning pain

 

Vacantly staring

 

All in vain

 

 

 

Wishing you were here

 

Nobody by my side

 

Falling in and out

 

On this tiring ride

 

 

 

Bright light

 

Tears shed

 

Cold pressure

 

Holds my head

 

 

 

 

 

Lights go off

 

Efforts stop

 

Quiet now

 

Drip drop

 

 

 

Tears are flowing

 

Smiles bound

 

Im alright

 

This time around

 

[Chey]

Mk.. So once I start writing I cant stop.. Soooo.. I figure I might as well post it :

 

 

 

 

 

Being left behind is my life story. Always being forgotten is all that I trust. Friends who say they care but then forget. Promises made always broken. Never skipping a beat in my broken dreams. Wishing, Hoping, That someday they will remember me, as more than they think I am. They care when it matters to them, but never when it matters to me. They swear up and down that they love me, do they lie, do they include me so I dont get upset? Only those people know. Never remembering me when they are being creative, Never just asking how I am without wanting something. Always asking favors, Never helping me when I need help. Are they friends? Who knows, saying they are but how can I not wonder? It all seems so messed up, so undignified, so unneeded. Feeling like a piece of paper shoved away in a file, only being brought out when someone else needs something. Do I cry, Do I throw a fit, Do I scream, Do I stand up for myself, No I dont because that would show them I have a weakness, a soft spot, something they could use against me, something, that I refuse to show. So instead I write. I put all my feelings somewhere where nobody else has to see, I hide all my feelings away, like in a vault, where only I have the key to show people how I feel. Writing keeps me from feeling sad, upset, or mad. It keeps me from blowing up and locking myself away from the world. My words, my feelings, just me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving On

 

The days we laughed,

 

The days we cried,

 

The days we ran around like nothing could stop us.

 

 

 

Those days have ended,

 

We have grown up,

 

 

 

We never race around shouting silly things,

 

We barely even speak,

 

 

 

How can this be?

 

We used to be oh so close,

 

So close that you knew if one was there, the others would soon follow.

 

 

 

You were there when I needed to cry,

 

When I needed to laugh,

 

 

 

Why are you all leaving now?

 

Is it because the thing that brought us together has almost ended its run?

 

 

 

Is it because we have all faded in and out of each others lives?

 

 

 

Why must it be this way?

 

Why cant we go back to the times where imaginary games, and funny moments were what held us together?

 

 

 

I guess we will never know, seeing as all of us are moving on.

 

 

 

 

 

Tears run down my face. Thinking about what used to be. I never knew what you were going through. I never took the time to care. I didnt know what I would do if I ever lost you. Now I go through all of the loneliness involved with losing you. I never thought about what your limits were. I never even stopped to ask. The tears are cascading now as I think about all of the memories that sit in the back of my mind. I estimated our friendship but I was wrong. I thought we could go through anything together but I was wrong. Thinking of everything that we went through together. The silence fills the room like a dark fog closing in on everything around me. I wish I could just apologize and make everything better but it just wont happen. Sitting here wishing that something would end the darkness.. but nobody comes to rescue me. I sit alone and wonder how it would have been if it had been different. If I had stopped to care. If I had stopped to look around and notice that it wasnt what it was made out to be. The pain of losing you doesnt end, the pain of not having someone to listen to all my problems and then make me laugh. Not having that smiling face there to comfort me. Is anybody there that understands how hard it is to make some people happy while breaking others resolve? Is it possible to make everyone happy. Is it? Walking down the road as the sun sets behind me. You arent supposed to go to bed mad but there isnt a rule against heartbroken over losing someone special. Did it ever cross my mind to take care of the friendships I have made? Did it ever cross my mind to love unconditionally? Did it ever cross my mind to love everyone no matter how they act or who they are? Of course it didnt. Too caught up in my busy life to even notice that you were breaking. Too busy to take a chance to ask what was wrong or even notice that you were upset. It never crossed my mind to take a moment to care. Even now as I realized what I have ultimately lost I cant help but shed a few tears.

 

 

 

Silence

 

 

 

Pouring Rain

 

Whistling Trees

 

Sun is hiding

 

Set me free

 

 

 

Distant flashes

 

Rolling boom

 

Wind picks up

 

Twirling doom

 

 

 

Noises fading

 

Lights go out

 

Memory dull

 

Resounding shout

 

 

 

Wind swishing

 

Cars go by

 

The cant hear

 

My silent cry

 

 

 

Cold metal

 

Smoky smell

 

Everyone knows

 

It wont end well

 

 

 

Silent prayers

 

Another shot

 

We should have tried

 

We should have fought

 

 

 

Puddle of red

 

Flash of white

 

Wind goes still

 

Just not right

 

 

 

Sirens whirring

 

Lost a friend

 

Heavy sobs

 

Just cant mend

 

 

 

Suits of black

 

Friend is gone

 

Passing trend

 

Just a pawn.

 

 

 

 

 

Missing Link

 

 

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Missing link

 

Got to try

 

 

 

Misery time

 

Try to stop

 

Anguish overtakes

 

Drip Drop

 

 

 

Splash of red

 

Water falls

 

Swirling down

 

Relief calls

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Missing link

 

Got to try

 

 

 

The tears release

 

Running down her face

 

Wonders why

 

She is in this place

 

 

 

Cold floor

 

Water overflow

 

Splashing around

 

The pain starts to grow

 

 

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Missing link

 

Got to try

 

 

 

Slowly fading

 

Everything goes white

 

Noise at the door

 

Something is not right

 

 

 

Door creaks open

 

Shadow steps in

 

Silently shouting

 

Noiseless din

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Missing link

 

Got to try

 

 

 

Drops of red

 

Show their trail

 

She in his arms

 

Tiny and frail

 

 

 

Rush to the doctor

 

Light getting brighter

 

Fading away

 

She is not a fighter

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Missing link

 

Got to try

 

 

 

All goes quiet

 

People wait

 

Hold her hand

 

Await her fate

 

 

 

Breathing gets steadier

 

Opens her eyes

 

Tears start falling

 

She starts to rise

 

 

 

Apologies she makes

 

Answers she gives

 

Troubled she is

 

Yet she lives

 

 

 

Stripes on her arms

 

Trying not to cry

 

Getting through

 

Passing by

 

 

 

 

 

So yeah.. Funny though.. my poetry is depressingish but im happy O.o