sometimes...

sometimes life is grand...sometimes noone can understand...sometimes hell is on earth...sometimes you lose all worth

Fear The Poet

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish to be lost sometimes I wish to be found sometimes I just want to be alone and listen to the sound of my heart pound

Sometimes I want to laugh sometimes I want to frown sometimes I want to be a worry free drifter that wanders from town to town

Sometimes I don't want to be recognized sometimes all I want is a friend sometimes I get lost in my thoughts about past relationships I can no longer mend

Sometimes I want to cry sometimes I want to smile sometimes I think about the people I hurt yet never grab that phone and dial

Sometimes I get filled with anger sometimes I want to apologize sometimes I can be mean for no reason and we're forced to say our goodbyes

Sometimes I think about my mother sometimes I think about my sister sometimes I wonder if they're together in heaven and know just how much that I miss them

Sometimes I live in the past sometimes I dwell on tomorrow sometimes I lay in bed mind drifting and purposely wallow in sorrow

Sometimes I want to get wasted sometimes I wish I was healthy sometimes I don't give a s**t about money sometimes I just wish I was wealthy

Sometimes I can't get out of bed sometimes the struggle's too hard sometimes I just wish I could rewind and relive those days playing in the school yard

Sometimes I think about being old sometimes I just wish I would die sometimes I wonder why life's so cold sometimes I think I know why

Sometimes I just want to keep drinking sometimes I want to just pass out cold sometimes I hope I won't awaken sometimes I wish I had someone to hold

Sometimes I don't understand myself sometimes I don't know if anyone ever can sometimes I wish the others could feel what I feel and then maybe they will understand

Sometimes I have so much pain and it's only myself that I trust sometimes I wonder if too much damage is done as my heart's been covered in rust

Sometimes I wish I had a lover sometimes I want to confide sometimes I'm glad I'm alone sometimes I think I may choke on my pride

Sometimes I wonder how things changed and life has become rearranged sometimes I get stuck dwelling on the family I once knew and how I've become so estranged

Sometimes I just don't get it sometimes I just want to give up sometimes I don't know which direction to go and pray to dissapear from this world to a place that is forever unknown

Sometimes when on an airplane I look out the window and picture a crash sometimes I think it would just be so much easier to end it all in one Flash

Now don't go getting any ideas I'm just talking on all of our fears no pity required I can shift gears and quickly put this talk in my rears

I'm not afraid to say it out loud I've never been one for the norm I always stood out in the crowd so don't worry about me at all

We can all have these crazy thoughts I just have the courage to publicly write it when I feel something inside that needs to get out I feel no need to resist it or fight it

Sometimes people want to criticize but it's never straight to my face confrontation I tend to invite surpressing that temper lurking inside

Sometimes you gotta let go and be nice storing those feelings deep deep deep inside cause the violence will no longer surfice so out the tip of my pen tears are cried

Sometimes I think of my daughter sometimes I think of my son sometimes I think about what a bad job I am doing compared to the one I once done

Sometimes people think writers are soft they're so far off and don't even know it writing is just one way we express our emotions if you were wise you'd fear the poet

Emotions come out in many ways a few years back it manifested in rage but now that I've learned some new lessons they come out as words on this page

It is a transference for sure a release all in the same sometimes you need new ways to fight those demons cause in the end it's just yourself to blame

Sometimes I write about romance sometimes I write about pain sometimes I have no control what comes out until it's done and it is too late

Sometimes people struggle reading the truth people don't like the darkness they feel but I will gladly share with this world for I know nothing else but to be real

...sometimes

Reviews

[Amanda Melito]

Marcello,

The words in this poem are very real for me, as I have conflicting emotions on a daily basis as the mind wanders. The pain and darkness we sometimes want to so badly share, but us who write are more prone to keeping to oneself. Very well written!

[Onlyme]

I liked this a lot, words spoken out loud that I think a lot of us have felt the same as you.