When she is awayWhen she is aWhen she is awayWhen she is awayWhen she is a by forsakenimmortal
When she is away.
I feel so alone.
Where is my core?
Where is my place?
I yearn for her to be at my side.
I crave her.
The time we spend apart is only my sorrow.
The rays of light which grace me from her every touch.
It's so dark while she is away.
What wakes me in the morning when she is away?
What was this world?
I spend my time dreaming and standing waiting in my own cross road.
I want her at my side.
I miss her smile.
I miss her song.
I miss her little giggles from the corny jokes I use to spout.
Where is she now?
Where should I stand while waiting?
I feel lost within my own mind when she is gone.
Where was she?
Was I forgotten or just left behind.
No she would never but I do wonder if she is ok.
You may be younger and in your youth singing your melody,
But I will always be here waiting to listen to your lullaby.
Waiting and missing you.
Love you Juliana Ozmert. My name is mike and I gave it a try. I tried to write a poem like yours. I read teasin
Smiles which always awake-wheSmiles which always awakeSmiles which always awake-whe by forsakenimmortal
-when things just break me down her hand always reaches down to me and pulls me up.
-when I feel so alone and my own thoughts echoes, I hear the lullaby of an angel to cure my pain.
-when things just weighs me down and I cannot move as the chains hold me close I feel the touch of a devil and I wake to find it was only a dream.
-her touch, her eyes, her voice, her temptations as I die.
-her touch, her eyes, her voice, which takes my breath away.
-is she an angel or a devil.
-she is there at my side.
-on my shoulders she sits whispering in my ear of joys which always brings me a smile.
-I walk my own road but she pops up at mine side.
-when my tears fill a river she is there just in time to carry me away before I drown.
-when the ground shakes and her hands grip mine nothing can drag me down.
-her touch, her eyes, her voice, the song she sings to me every night.
-her touch, her eyes, her voice, the melody which catch my heart and charmed me like a siren.
Nightmares and TearsNightmares and TearsNightmares and Tears by forsakenimmortal
Nightmares haunting my mind without any cease to their screams.
Eyes held open as tears just stream down my eyes.
Where have I gone when I cannot see?
When can I sleep without this screams in my head.
When will this ideas and memories fade?
When will this tears stop.
Will the blade stop my tears and cause me something else to fear then these nightmares.
Where will I go when I finally wake up from these nightmares to a dream when there is nothing left?
Where is this? Closing my eyes and still seeing those shapes.
Where is this when my eyes are withered away from the blood?
Where can I go when my sight fades and I do not see the light only the shadows and regrets.
I do not know where to go when I cannot even dream.
What is a dreamer without those hopes and ideas of where things could go and fighting to achieves them.
Where can I go when I am blind and bleeding?
I can not close my eyes. Where did I walk with these bind eyes.
Where am I now when the shadows engulf my h
broken and freeBroken but freebroken and free by forsakenimmortal
Nightmares and dreams play games in my mind without any control.
I close my eyes just to see the dark rising up from my hands as it all fades behind the light and I close my eyes one more time without any where to go.
I will not bow or break in my own disgrace but take my place among the shadows through the light of the damned to keep strong and keep walking in the places I once did but now they have changed.
They have changed into the nightmares I once hide from in my mind but now they are my homes.
Where I walk when I am free from the virtues and the gods.
I walk free in the dark without any restrains set out by the people who once tried to control my heart and body and mind and keep me caged inside.
I walk free and among the damned.
I walk free. Never to be controlled.
Let go of my arms and let me walk on my ways because you're not the ones controlling me anymore.
I am the thing you cannot lock away and the one you once held is dead.
I am free from the chains that on
My insanity, the words which represents a different meaning. The words which leave my lips paling to the words which echoes in my mind. The words that others hear making a mockery of my own name and choices. The ideas which curse my very being. The voice which speaks my words. Slurred and idiotic. The ideas which do not fully represent the plot of the tales I speak echoing the past. The simplistic memory which so easily forgets the details to give proof to the tales. The curse of idiocy. One of which I do not prefer to have. The curse to be an idiot with little to no self-control. My own ideas that of another person but yet not spoken no matter how badly I wish to spout them. The will not there to release the echoes within my head.
My idiotic voice.
My behaviour unfitting of my thoughts. The actions which I take reveal a different appearance but not the image which I wish I could convey. The actions I take of a fool so desperate for friend and company, that of a subject of anyone who will allow me to serve. That of a joker dancing for their king. What was the point of these behaviours? I have made friends but yet I still feel a depth of hallow emotions. Being a human which I wish not to be. A human even I find annoying and dislike. The eyes of a demon and yet the form of an idiot. The actions of a jester working for the court. The voice of that of a verbally impaired person. The pronunciation of an orger. What is the point to smile or laugh when you cannot control whether you laugh or smile. The emotions which cannot be reasoned with or held to a resolve. My recent behaviour of a child looking for attention which will allude to nothing more than hatred of the piers and company.
Act like an idiot and be treated like a fool and only feeling resent towards your own form.
yes i wrote this and they hold my own meaning. if you choose to read this let it be known and i did not force you to and you can do as you please with it. i only choose to look at this as my own resentment towards myself.