Lifeless Internally Shattered, My heart is chained. I cry silent tears, Hiding behind a mask. No one hears the scream of pain, No one sees the tears in my eyes. High Functioning makes my silence.... Seem as if nothing is wrong. No one feels the internal pain. The only person that knows something is wrong Is you my empathic friend. Despite the miles between us, Our connection is strong, Even if we haven't met in person. Can't you see into my eyes? Can't you hear my internal cries? Can't you hear my internal cries? Broken Lifeless Shattered I'm nothing more than an empty shell Looking for a home.
I absolutely love this poem! Under regular circumstances,I think poems need to rhyme,But this is an exception,Its alittle dark,but still good. I love the intro the best.
This is a very good poem, like Terra said a bit dark but that's alright. Poems express your feelings and this one comes across clear. Like a motionless water on a moonlit night, I hope to see more soon ^^
Pain of Loss Breathing is like shattered glass The guilt swallows me whole The pain of loss struck me hard Tumbling me to the floor Has no one told you she's not breathing? Can't you see I'm not breathing? Can't you feel the hole in my heart?
aaawww, i really like this poem i just only look at this i can feel that my hearts is been scattered.....
How sad . . . this is very emotional. You're pieces have the ability of making me feel the pain projected out of it.
Crimson The crimson sky beckets thee to her side. Thy sorrows beckon thee into her fiery grip. Thou dost not understand thine call into the unknown. As the sun sets her golden ray, thou hast served her to thee. Thou betrayal dost not harm me, nor dost thine green. Can thou hear my ragged cry, or are thou too arrogant in thine ways to see thy truth before thine eyes? Thou hast no line of truth, for thine orbs doubt my words. She beckons me to her side, but the light never reaches my core. The internal sorrow hast no name for its game, yet solitude calls my name. Dost thou know thine name, or dost thou have no name? Her crimson ray hast not opened my eyes, nor dost it makeith me whole. Dost thou not hear thine name? Thou hath no fury when thou awoke to thine name.
I think I understand this poem, but well done, very well written along with the rest of your poems ^-^
Very good poem indeed ^_^ I can really appreciate the old English style here. Takes me back to a land of fantasy, incorporating that into your poem. Nice work, can't wait to read more.
