some recent poetry
"I am Lost"
I am lost.
I am empty-
yet so terrified to say I am
Lost and empty,
because if I do, if I do,
People will try to guide me,
so that I won't feel lost or empty anymore.
I am sad.
I am angry-
so disappointed by my sacrifice that I had once deemed worthwhile,
because at one time in my life I thought it was,
that fleeting moment of happiness, the true unconditional love,
but now I am uncertain.
I am hopeful.
I am scared.
I am so afraid of admitting to myself that I am this way because I choose to be
because maybe- just maybe- in some sick and twisted cloud of mind-
I am responsible for this feeling of hopelessness.
I am alone.
I am alone.
So alone.
I used to think I wasn't.
I used to believe in the good of others.
I used to feel completely safe with certain people I deemed in my life.
But now,
not so much.
I am Lost.
I am empty.
I am sad.
I am angry.
I am hopeful.
I am scared and
I am responsible.
-Angel of Mercy,
Would You please save me?-
I see light as I hit the pedal.
As the light turns red, my speedometer hits 120 and rising,
rising,
rising,
rising,
and I am free.
"Tragedy"
Tragic heroes are tragic because they choose to be.
If they were okay with their immorality,
then their sense of right and wrong would contort to take away their nobility.
Gone. My heart heavy with your words,
the Words you spoke to tell me that everything meant
Nothing...
People lie with their actions everyday,
yet no one points them out to be,
lest they be scorned hypocrites.
I take away my expectations so they do not dare to call themselves
Tragic Heroes in everyone's eyes.
They are Not tragic heroes in mine.
I don't want to be a slave of this nothingness-
your movement of eye. your silly grin. your subtle gestures that
you hint and your lips, which say it is nothing.
I am not a slave anymore to these feelings.
These feelings mean nothing to me anymore.
These feelings, which you say mean nothing.
These feelings you throw at everyone.
I am lost.
I am empty-
yet so terrified to say I am
Lost and empty,
because if I do, if I do,
People will try to guide me,
so that I won't feel lost or empty anymore.
I am sad.
I am angry-
so disappointed by my sacrifice that I had once deemed worthwhile,
because at one time in my life I thought it was,
that fleeting moment of happiness, the true unconditional love,
but now I am uncertain.
I am hopeful.
I am scared.
I am so afraid of admitting to myself that I am this way because I choose to be
because maybe- just maybe- in some sick and twisted cloud of mind-
I am responsible for this feeling of hopelessness.
I am alone.
I am alone.
So alone.
I used to think I wasn't.
I used to believe in the good of others.
I used to feel completely safe with certain people I deemed in my life.
But now,
not so much.
I am Lost.
I am empty.
I am sad.
I am angry.
I am hopeful.
I am scared and
I am responsible.
-Angel of Mercy,
Would You please save me?-
I see light as I hit the pedal.
As the light turns red, my speedometer hits 120 and rising,
rising,
rising,
rising,
and I am free.
"Tragedy"
Tragic heroes are tragic because they choose to be.
If they were okay with their immorality,
then their sense of right and wrong would contort to take away their nobility.
Gone. My heart heavy with your words,
the Words you spoke to tell me that everything meant
Nothing...
People lie with their actions everyday,
yet no one points them out to be,
lest they be scorned hypocrites.
I take away my expectations so they do not dare to call themselves
Tragic Heroes in everyone's eyes.
They are Not tragic heroes in mine.
I don't want to be a slave of this nothingness-
your movement of eye. your silly grin. your subtle gestures that
you hint and your lips, which say it is nothing.
I am not a slave anymore to these feelings.
These feelings mean nothing to me anymore.
These feelings, which you say mean nothing.
These feelings you throw at everyone.