Old Words

          I came across some old poetry that I wrote a few months ago. There were a few things I wrote that I actually feel rather proud of. I had totally forgotten about this stuff, but everything I felt back then came back to me when I read it. So I've decided to share some if it here.

December 30, 2013

Late at night after the lights are turned down and

The world is silent and it’s just me awake or alive

And there is so much solitude that it can drown you

Finding myself buried deep beneath my own doubts

And fears that I’m not good enough

The black clouds roll in and the demons that

I tried to hide in the day when

The sun shines and the shadows I cast

May be longer than they should be

But one notices anyway, so why would I let them see

What it’s really like in here

In my head where the voices get louder and louder

And my eyes get heavy with the weight of the world and

My hands that I tried to use to catch their pain

But it slipped through my fingers and I only

Got burned with the heat of my own frustration at

Failing to know exactly what to do and to say

But my heart as cold as ice with the emptiness

Of what they feel and I wish I could take it away

Because I know the feeling and I know the monsters

That crawl out of the dark and lonely places

Of the solitary night time.

      That one I wrote right around the time I started this blog. It doesn't have a title, but it needs one. A lot has changed since then, but its still applicable to me in some ways, and its still true. I'm not sure how much if it will make sense to other people, but for me its full of the intense things that I've felt before. So I'm posting it. Because its my blog. So there.

October 11, 2013

How much has been lost in the name of love?

How many sleepless nights?

How many restless, anxious hours

Wasted and worried away?

How many petals pulled off of flowers

In vain means to discover

Whether he loves me or loves me not?

As if fate written could be so easily read.

How many tears fall from red eyes?

How many scars appear

Both seen and hidden from view?

How many angry feelings?

How many hopeless thoughts?

How many lies taken for truth?

How much denial?

How many unknown battles?

How many unheard cries?

How much love without condition or sense?

They say love is friendship set on fire.

Who can stand that flame?

        This one doesn't have a title either, and its older than the first one. Mostly I included it because I think my one follower (who is AWESOME), will appreciate it. I did tweak one line in it from its original version, but other than that, its just as I wrote it last year.