T'was a cruel fate. Forced to roam the earth alone. Eroded by the darkness of the soul. Hopes and dreams fade into the past. And become a distant memory Pulled along by the strings of fate. The poor fool never stood chance. Slowly he fell into the abyss. And lost sight of the sky. Are we doomed from the start? Is it all just pointless? Should we fight against the current? Or embrace it? Embrace the misery, the anger, the hatred, the pain. Alas this choice an illusion In the end we will consumed by them. that is our fate. To be consumed by the world. I like to write poetry. But normally it is just depressing stuff that makes me even more sad ;_; So this topic might be a little edgy guys, and apologized for that.
My paths divert at every corner My thoughts have their own corner Oh how I watch you from corner Oh how I watch you from corner For me my place became a corner As words became cornered How I try to stand out How I try to say it out loud But I have stayed in corner And will stay in corner On a side note I got a comfy corner so no problem. And if that does not sound like a poem.....well then it is not.
More emo poetry I strayed from the right path. Fell from grace, paradies lost. I lost my youth, and I don't know when. The days were bright and the sun was bright. Filled with anticipation and energy. I don't know when I lost myself. Something morphed, and my feelings became sinister. Filled with pain and hatred. The days were unending, and the night called to me. Only safe in the sweet embraceof sleep. I don't know when I gained this feeling of loathing. But it is all I feel now. I lost what made me whole, What made me joyful. With each passing day I feel less human This existence is suffering, And sometimes I wish it would end. Well that is it. I told this topic would be a bit edgy ;-;
I am Whatever you say i am If i wasnt, Then why would i say i am The paper the news everyday i am I dont know, its just the way i am Eminem
I lack imagination therefore i cannot write. All that i make is stolen on sight. Call me a fraud, i do not mind. I'm not a poet, just a guy with a rhyme.
here I am, reading poem, and writing some, in one corner, with steady beating of drum, irrigating my body like a pump, I live on and on, singing a lonely and desolate hum. short one
@The Darkness, very powerful poems, I loved the bold(courageous) and expressive nature of your poetry. Keep it up
How light of you to express the dark. Like the difference between a dog's bite and bark And yet the listeners now must hark Your wrong.
I cut myself, so give me attention. Im not your favorite, but an honorable mention. I love your stares, so condescending. You care about me, so stop pretending. I see the worry, it gives me pleasure. There's no alternative, that could ever measure. I hurt myself, but im still your treasure. Oh im bleeding out, apply some pressure. Im in room 208, so come and visit. Every day at 3, i know who is it. When im discharged, we can start anew. You still love me, you know its true.