My Heart In Every Word; My Soul In Every Line

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Cave Writing 1 by LonelyPoet

Ew, Comic Sans,
I can't believe i'm here again.
three or four years since i've opened this door:
my virtual book and pen.

maybe entering this room
is a complete mistake,
maybe it would help.
but listening to songs did not respond
the emotions i have felt.

Dear Diary, here i stand once more
Conflicted and confused.
Its been here for long and still haunts me still
A psychological abuse.

I think i am normal,
I speak and i look,
Just like some Boring Bart.
Just that he didn't have a roller coaster
Flowing through his heart

I feel too much and not enough
And then some here and there.
Overthink and then space out
Like "do i really care?"

Dear Diary, reporting live
another day in the cave
I left my guide with a quick route out
While i stayed to be blindly brave

My guide told me that if i make it out
I won't come out alone.
But going alone was not the option
for it was my only choice.

Narcissism has led me to believe
That those words may have just hurt her.
The introvert in me really wants
for her to be cavalier.

Let's face it, this is hopeless
The cave feels so monotone.
Why be so vibrant when it hurts all the same?
Stalactite piercing through bone.

I did mention companions come an go
And disappear along the way.
Truth of the matter, they couldn't bother
It would be a pain to stay.

Now for my guide, whom i cherish so
For helping me mark out some paths
So i would know better to choose the latter
because the former was marked with "death"

Such a companion i could not find
anywhere in this world.

Regret, Relent, Resent, Repent,
Not a another comparable to her.

Friday, 12 February 2010

Anger Management by LonelyPoet

What i wanna say i will say it here

Everything else is nowhere near

I feel this pinch to stop whatever i doing and

Kick her in the rear.

She is all that i used be when i was her age

The both of us were never really on the same page

But day after day she just wants it her way and i

begin to boil with rage

What on earth can i say to make her see?

If the truth is not pretty she will just leave it be.

Cause her stubborness cost me my time and some money

i will not feel much glee.

I'm running out of time tell me what i should do.

I wish i could just find her and hit her with my shoe.

Still she won't understand and she just forced my hand i wanna

teach her a thing or two!!

Labels: dying

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Emptinessby LonelyPoet

How long has it been

Since this heart's been set free?

Standing behind this wall,

It's killing me.

Seems to me that it's fate,

That I can't get a date.

What was once my heart is now,

Emptiness.

I look around me,

And what do I see?

Everyone's tasted love, while I am

Lonely.

Since I can't make the mark,

I will stay in the dark.

And what's inside of me shall be,

Emptiness.

Why do I lie and say

"I can live without you"?

When my heart aches more often

I am sure that I do.

I want so much to say hi,

But you won't look me in the eye.

Now what I see in you is,

Emptiness.

This emptiness...