Echoes - Page 13

I do not condemn, I will not judge
I ask only to understand
What was going through your head
When you knocked down the barrier?
What were you feeling as you "defeated" the peace maker?
Did you think of the consequences?
Where was your head?
The ever-thinking, passionate wraith.
This time some think you went to far.
I will not judge, I do not condemn.
I ask only to understand.

Don't Ask If You Already Know The Answer

She was screaming...
All I felt was fear, and I was in no danger...
She was screaming...

im curious to know how that was posted

Florida

I still feel torn.
Sickly.
I don't understand...
I am so different
But I still feel the same...
I guess this means that
What ever it was that changed
Wasn't what was causing this.
I feel so lost.
I feel dead.
"Sick" is no longer a litterary device.
I need fucking a doctor.

Inside

I comb the hair of my dolls
So pretty
The blush will never fade.
I paint the sounds of these walls.

Hey Awakened, I just finished about five or six pages of your stuff, and I just wanted to say before I continue that this material you're posting is incredible, your sense of imagery and metaphor are directly on the dot., though to a poet, the use of literary devices is secondary to the message of the piece, and I can see you know what you're writing. Bravo.

Now I'll just shut up and get back to reading this stuff, it's great. Keep it up!

Sorceress, yes, some of these are lyrics. And the "soap" joke was abouit me being in jail for a little more than a month.

Vortex, thank you. I always feel a sense of pride when someone reads something I write and enjoys it. Im sure I dont have to tell you the feeling, just know that it is there.

I hope you enjoy anything I might post in the future.

Articulation

I cry.
I cry everytime something ends.
When I left Chip's
When I left Jarret's
When I left my home.
I cry because it has ended.

I find comfort in you.
That you will never end.
You are my encouragement.
I no longer need my knife.
I'll do fine with my flower.

i really liked that one dude

Once I Was A Child... No More.

I feel many feelings.
I am very proud of that.
I assume that I feel more than most people
And that gives me a fantasy to indulge in.

But what is important
Is that I feel many feelings.

And I feel for you.
The whole lot of you.

There are few things I hate in this world.
In few people would I find pleasure in the pain.

I live by two ideas.
Everything else I do strings from those two ideas

Honesty and
Forgiveness.

Those two feelings are very contradicting here.

I honestly want you two feel the pain I have felt
Yet that would not be forgiving you.
In order to forgive
I feel I would have to lie to myself.

Fuck that.

You see
I have not forgiven you.
And if I do, I will not forget what you did.

I feel many things.
And I control them perfectly.

Can you?
No.

I am proud to say
I have not forgiven,
I will not forget.

I most definelty won't let you forget.

What am I staring at?

I am trying to tell you

I

Hate

You.

Lets hope that goes away.

The Adventure

I have been suicidal.

If you really think about that
Those few words describe enough.

I love you so much.

You make me enjoy crying.

Today is one day out of many.

Iron-Man

You can not hurt me.
I have strength
The knowledge that today
Is only one.
This year
Is only one.

You can not hurt me.
I have faith.
Faith in my ideals.
In my morals.
My justification
In my fight for my love.

You can not hurt me.
I am sado-masocistic.

I will use your momentum for my enjoyment.
I will take pleasure in your tears.
I WILL exploit your greatest fears
And I will remain patient.

You can not hurt me.
You will never win.
You can not hurt me.
Ever.

Your Smile Hurts Me

I don't have the chance to fail
You never gave it to me, no.
You are so evasive and content
How the hell could I ever get this through?

I'll sync my arms around you.
And never let you go.

Are you still trying to fight me?
Bet you don't think of me at all...

I can't find the way to tell you
I can't seem to make understand

Hey did you even think that maybe it hurt
Just a little too much.
I don't need your fucking medicine.
I'm just fine, and I will prove it!

But you won't be around to tell which one of us is wrong.
And I know you never cared at all, because you're such a fucking slut.

I can't find the way to tell you!
You won't give me the chance to!

See I'm not tired of the pain that I feel
It only helps me, thanks a lot.
And I don't care if you never have
But I have loved you all along.

I Think I'll Sleep In

Through the world... To this heart. To the stage.

I'll make you a show worth watching. I promise.

Through this world.
Through this heart.
To the Hospital.
To the elavator.
Down the stairs.
In the basement.
In the chest.
Past the padlock.

I will see you.

And what of it?!
What when I pause and submit?!
What when I leave it be?!

Through your world.
In my heart.
After the funeral.
I promise.

I will see you.

I have a question, do please answer, are these poems related to things that actual;y happen to you, or do you just make the situations up in your mind. like like a romantic day dream, a bit how people write books?