Friday, May 01, 2009 @7:31 AM
i lay awake, wondering what tomorrow brings. will i be here tomorrow or will i be removed from this life
if i am still here will i live a good life or will it be the same misery all over again? if my dreams become reality will i have to give up a part of my soul to live those dreams. will having success & power challenge my morals & eventually make me a person with material wealth & no human values and morals. if this world ends where will i go - heaven or hell or maybe i will do exactly what i do in this life- float around with no purpose, neither belonging or accepted?
massive number of thoughts; massive amount of thinking. thus i can only note all these with this little blog i have. poetry's fun it expresses emotions very well. so hi Brian; bye Brian.
he wants to scream out, all his pain,
but all he can do is cry and feel vain.
feeling like a stupid clown;
running and stumbling, falling down.
strong enough to go on,
but too weak to fight the moron.
hearts breaking, souls shaking;
he can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
desperately climbing through a tight, dark funnel.
smoke's biting in his eyes, making him cough;
every attempt to scream gets cut-off.
he prays and pleads for his fast salvation,
but all he gets ends in eternal frustration.
dumb screams, echoing through his mind.
is everybody around him deaf and blind?
in the dark he is waiting for the end,
to weak and to tired, to go on and contend
losing words each time i grow
and the wind i love ceases to blow
where tears die i lose control
and sadness starts to play its role
i miss my laugh my childhood smiles
i miss my faith, my poem files
i miss the sun, my life with no aches
god knows how many tears should it takes
take me to nowhere as far as my mind
go steady and leave everything behind
what takes a man to be as real?
what takes him to feel as i feel?
undress me from this life
living on the edge of a knife
cursed to be as real as fake
and earth starts to shake
in this life i’ve been starving
memories inside me been carving
time is ticking and life freezes over
i don't want to lose, this game won't be over
this sun will set again
the dark silence will soon be here,
oh, it will cover us again
with new terrors of fear.
moment by moment the hours passing,
so quickly than I could think,
my sweet memory also is passing.
something is coming down the pike.
i am so frightened,
for fears of the hidden tomorrow,
daily here my world is tightened
that, of course, is my sorrow
i won't pray for the morning,
who knows, a dawn of another terror.
today's woes is enough for a warning
i wish not a repeat of my sorrow.
surely the night will be over,
yet i am not excited,
who knows if it'll be a nova
just to leave, more dejected.
i don't want to wake up,
now that i have lost hope.
the tears I feel today,
i'll wait to shed tomorrow,
though i'll not sleep this night,
nor find surcease from sorrow,
my eyes must keep their sight,
i dare not be tear blinded,
i must be free to talk,
not choke with grief clear minded,
my mouth can not betray,
the anguish that i know,
yes; i'll keep my tears for later.
someday you will find me; caught beneath the landslide.
