Breakout + standing alone + Already dead by "fletcher16

Breakout + standing alone + Already dead by "fletcher16

by fletcher1608 on 10-09-2008 5:10 pm

3 poems I have recently writ, they arnt related in any way.
Please leave your thoughts in a comment



Breakout

The clock ticks but never sleeps
Endless days I spend counting down the hours
The nights draw closer
Bringing forth my darkness
It surrounds me

Drowning in life’s sorrows
Will I ever reach the surface
The light is fading fast
I can’t breakout
Shadows haunt me
Memories taunt me
My soul escapes me.

The energy I feel flows through my veins
Its charged negative with the ghosts of my past
No light will guide me
I’m on my own for this one.

This isn’t the life I lead
This is the life that leads me
Lost control
No beliefs, No faith
Just destiny
Does that mean I can’t belong?

I have battled every emotion
I have seen the desperation
I have felt the sorrow
But I am still standing

If hell is where I end up then that is where I shall perish.
But I refuse to be conquered by life.


Standing alone

Watching life pass by
Through my broken mirror
Isolated and alone
Contemplating my hell
Questioning my purposes

Watching time fly by -
What a waste its been.
Regrets,
Failures,
and distant memories
Are all that I have

I can’t be bothered with it anymore.
Through in the towel
and succumb to the failure of life.
It was never meant to be like this.

Losing my faith
In all that is and all that was.
Trusting no one, believing in nothing.

I don’t need beliefs.
I will go at it alone
This is the life I lead,
and freedom is my motive.

Standing high above
They said ‘the skies your limit’
But I have reached my peak
There’s only one way down.



Already Dead
I need to escape this life I’m living
Its a constant realisation of all my nightmares
And failures.
I find solace out of music
But not even my music creates an escape route

I look up to the heights I once feared
Wondering what it would be like
To teeter on the edge
Ready to fall...
An escape route perhaps
But then I realise I would rather feel this pain then nothing at all

I want to alter my past in the hope of a new life
Those missed chances becoming new memories
Erasing the old ones
Then I wouldn’t be this waste of space

But still I carry on
Theres no point in my life
No purpose either
So why do I bother?
I feel nothing, I see nothing, I am nothing
I’m...
I’m already dead.
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by GlassTears on 10-09-2008 7:14 pm

I love your poems lol.
The 12 Redneck Days of Xmas by Jeff Foxworthy

Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.

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