Living in the shadow of life

[crazyfairyx]

Living in the shadow of life
I see the blood drip from the knife
Echoing the pain once felt
Repeating the cruel cards dealt
Not in life but not in death
There is only air in my breath
As my heart beats there is only blood
No life running thru my veins as it should
No warmth no cold approaches my skin
The world is not bright the sky is dim
My pain hurts but it is just a memory
Because nothing anymore is me
I am just trapped in time
Trapped in the pain that hides inside
Screaming the words I cannot hear
Crying and sobbing without a tear
Feeling a terror of something long dead
The senseless memories in my head
Lost in a moment of pain
I feel nothing neither sun nor rain
Trapped in a dream I cannot escape
With my fingernails I insanely scrape
Scrape at the surface where I find a fear
A fear so fast arising but so empty so sheer
Beneath the surface I find something that died
I find something dead inside
I see the lost remains of something I scream to see
Beneath the surface I find me


I'm not gonna pretend this is very good, I wrote it last year before I realised not everything has to rhyme lol, and it really just reflects how I feel sometimes. Like I have died inside, and I'm just like re-living my nightmares over and over again. Just kinda hoping someone can relate with that feeling.

 

[redlady]

You are not going to pretend this is very good - No no no i cannot for the life of me accept that young lady, well no actually you are right because to say this is good is an insult - this is glorious, jesus christ you are a talent. I can't even imagine writing something like this and if i did i would be so bloody proud of myself. I can't really relate to it - i am a little too repressed, my mind doesn't like to go anywhere near those kinds of thoughts and when i get close i just shut down. That is probably why i can't write poetry.

 

[Neebo]

Wow Crazyfairyx, that is one brilliant poem you wrote! I wish I could right poetry as well as that! I wouldn't be able to think of any words,especially words to rhime each other. I think you have real talent, have you thought about writing anymore poems and getting them published? I definitely think you should! You have real,raw talent there and you shouldn't let it go to waste!

 

[Scottish_Player]

Kool poem, i really liked it and know how you feel :roll:

I just bought a book today called The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac and its all his poetry so if you like poetry theres one for you to consider :wink:

 

[crazyfairyx]

Wow guys ty, Redlady you made me smile lol, you're very kind I know what you mean about repressing your thoughts, the only time my thoughts come out is when I'm writing, it's the only way I can express them.

Neebo, I write a lot of poems, and have considered trying to get them published, but I dunno, I think I'd need to have a bit more confidence and be able to handle rejection a bit better first lol, ty for giving me a little more confidence than I had before.

Scottish I love Tupac! I might see if I can get that book I'm glad you can relate to what I wrote, it feels really lonely sometimes.

 

[inthesameboat]

nice poem

You hit the nail on the head. I feel that you are really talented and wish I could express myself like that. Anythings that comes from the heart is always beautiful.

 

[Scottish_Player]

Scottish I love Tupac! I might see if I can get that book

Here's some of Tupac poems that i have read so far and really liked.

WHAT IS IS THAT I SEARCH FOR

I know not what i search for
But i know i have yet to find it,
Because it is invisable to the eye
My heart must search for it blined.

And if by chance i find it,
Will i know my mission is acheived?
Can one come to conclusions,
Before the question is conceived?

Just as no one knows
what lies beyond the shores,
I will never find the answer too
what it is that i search for.


SOMETIMES I CRY

Sometimes when iam alone
i cry because iam on my own
The tears i cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and find it difficult to carry on
If i had an ear to confinde in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do you know that stops that long
to help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass you by
than stop and see what makes you cry
Its painfull and sad and sometimes i cry
and no one cares about why.

This is two of the few that i have read so far,if you like poetry and tupac then its well worth buying :wink: