Opinions
I wrote a lot of poetry last nite, I'd like everyone's opinions, even the bad ones, these are all seperate poems, I think my favorite is the fourth. BTW, These aren't really about anyone, jsut things in my head, I mean in a way they ARE about someone... but its the person I see, and the events I see that have passed through in my head and not necessarrilly (bad spelling) any real basis in reality.
I want to babble poetry like fish breathe water, I'm tired of dreaming when its only mental fodder, I can't seem to see, what it is that destroys me, but I'd guess it was you, and all the things you would do, when you fell from my arms.
I'll bribe you away, and I'll make you stay, kidnap your heart, with the arguements I start, and when I make you bleed, its the suffering I need, to just let go of my life, and forget all the strife, about my past future and present, and all the things we resent.
I've lived so long without your charms, and should have listened to the alarms, that told me so long, that something was wrong, but I've leapt anyway, and I've wept all the way, down.
This isn't the real you, but you fit in my head, and when I shake, you drag me awake, through a void of trust, and these drinks are all gone, and I've burnt my last friend, and the covers wreak of your flesh.
Its times like these, I break my knees, trying to bow too fast, it could never last, your smile is flames, your mind full of games, and I'm tired of sleeping awake.
I want to babble poetry like fish breathe water, I'm tired of dreaming when its only mental fodder, I can't seem to see, what it is that destroys me, but I'd guess it was you, and all the things you would do, when you fell from my arms.
I'll bribe you away, and I'll make you stay, kidnap your heart, with the arguements I start, and when I make you bleed, its the suffering I need, to just let go of my life, and forget all the strife, about my past future and present, and all the things we resent.
I've lived so long without your charms, and should have listened to the alarms, that told me so long, that something was wrong, but I've leapt anyway, and I've wept all the way, down.
This isn't the real you, but you fit in my head, and when I shake, you drag me awake, through a void of trust, and these drinks are all gone, and I've burnt my last friend, and the covers wreak of your flesh.
Its times like these, I break my knees, trying to bow too fast, it could never last, your smile is flames, your mind full of games, and I'm tired of sleeping awake.