Aight guyz want ya to really think bout this
there is only 1 question, so take ur time aight
Which song describes best the way u feel about me?
A wounded heart
I hover above it all; everything flashes by and I’m missing it.
The pain, the joy, the sorrow, the love: it all seeps through me.
I’m there right in front of you, but you can’t see me.
The blindfolds are burning my eyes, as the chains cut through my dead body.
I try to escape, I try to scream for help but I have no voice.
I strain my lungs but there is no sound… only a forgotten pain piercing through.
There is no hope for me…
I’m missing it all: what was, what is, and what will be …
It all goes pass me and in the end I feel empty.
I am the walking dead with no memory of life or love.
Sorrow
A dove was killed today,
with the cruel words of “Good bye!”
She had loved him; cared for him;
But now she stands alone,
in a garden of blooming death above his place.
It’s too late now.
She hugs the cross instead of him;
Kisses the cold engraved words instead of his lips;
The painful tears endlessly pouring from her weeping eyes.
No sound, no movement only a cry; her cry.
She couldn’t; she wouldn’t accept this.
She still felt him beside her:
His warm hand on her shoulder,
his soft lips claiming property of hers.
She was alive, and with her so was he.
She would cry now; then wipe her tears;
And then prepare to give life, a spark of remembrance,
Of who he was in this brutal world.
Lost
I sit alone suffocating; I’m trapped inside this blinding fog.
I know that there is light behind it, but I can never reach it.
I’m running in circles. I’m a dying lion wounded by a murderous lie.
I know that I have to go somewhere; do something; be someone,
But I don’t know where to go, what to do, or who to be.
I’m lost with no compass, no light, and no sense of direction.
The more I stay here, the more I die; slowly, painfully, mercilessly.
I still wonder what has kept me alive for so long. Is it the support of my friends?
Or the strength of my hidden spirit? or is it my belief that someone will save me?
That someone will take my hand and pull me away from the screaming fear.
He will show me the beauty behind this grey curtain, and once again give me air.
But until that kiss of life I will hold on to the glimpse of perfection I once had.
Surrounded by the cry of the dead, my soul is so numb that
I don’t even remember what its like to be alive anymore.
Black Mystery (poem about the Black sea)
I’m sitting on your shoulders, wondering,
Questioning all that was, that is and that will be.
The grains of time all around me,
Microscopic, pale and yet full of life.
The wind lays a kiss upon my cheek,
As I stare deep into your tarnished soul.
I keep on coming back not understanding;
Who are you?
You never let us fight alone,
You were always there.
With your raging waves of fury,
And the deafening screams of death,
as your warriors charge for the cliffs with all their might.
My question still remains though.
You’ve taken lives mercilessly, of that I know.
All the ships, sailors, and innocent hearts,
now at the bottom of your cursed doom.
And yet I can’t believe it; a being with such soft touch,
Smooth and cool against my skin;
And the symphonies which have bewitched us all;
And all the life that is hidden beneath your dark blanket of pain.
I can’t believe it; not now, not ever.
That you are “Black” because you took lives away.
You could never be so cruel.
A ruler with such unique qualities mustn’t be scorned.
With all your power you bring thunder and joy;
Pain and laughter; life and death.
I won’t accept the lies I’ve heard about you.
I’ve seen you in suffering, in war, in happiness and content.
I’ve seen your sword and your smile.
My heart aches on this October night,
As I see who you really are.
You have hidden yourself in the blackness, but I still see you;
An innocent breath;
A child that longs for the warm touch of love.
I sit here being a part of you.
My heart will always be yours,
And I will always come back to you.
And one day when the fire within me dies,
I will come back one last time,
And join you in the never ending cycle of “Life”
But that is the future, and this is the present,
And your voices’ soft whisper entrances me,
So that even if I leave, I’ll always be here with you.
[1]Who are you?:
[2] Are we friends?:
[3] When and how did we meet?:
[4] How have I affected you?:
[5] What do you think of me?:
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?:
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?:
[8] Do you love me?:
[9] Have I ever hurt you?:
[10] Would you hug me?:
[11] Would you kiss me?:
[12] Would you fuck me?:
[13] Are we close?:
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?:
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?:
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?:
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.:
[18] Am I loveable?:
[19] How long have you known me?:
[20] Describe me in one word.:
[21] What was your first impression?:
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?:
[23] What do you think my weakness is?:
[24] Do you think I'll get married?:
[25] What about me makes you happy?:
[26] What about me makes you sad?:
[27] What reminds you of me?:
[28] What's something you would change about me?:
[29] How well do you know me?:
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?:
[31] Do you think I would kill someone?:
[32] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
