Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

A Poem by funeralmoon

the sound the night screams to remember
to look out beyond what i see
to inhale the smoke of my fears
and realize that I can breathe

I was torn down in my spirit
for what f**k ups though of me
I wasted my pity on you
and now its me I finally see

I am the night and her temporary sound
I am the music in your soul
I am that loud voice in the crowd
and the heart that's black as coal

i am the bearer of pain and sorrow
but i hold love on my lips
i do not forget the past but love tomorrow
and i live knowing i will trip.

the sound the night I now remember
i look out beyond what i see
I inhaled the smoke of my fears
and realized that I still breathe

I feel the wind on my back
and cherish the dry desert heat
I have returned to live now
and your comments you can keep.

I had a fire that burned
until i let them fill me with doubt
now try to f**k with my fire
and Ill burn your f*****g eyes out.  


© 2010 funeralmoon


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Beautiful :) I love it!

Posted 14 Years Ago


this was so beautiful my friend ,full of disturbed and raging emotions
thats how we always should be ..all on fire we should never let the cold creeps
how i loved those lines..
i am your night and all its sounds,the music that moves your soul
my voice so loud even in a crowd,and the heart black as coal
i bear all your pains and sorrow..had so much love on lips
ready to forget the past and live all my tomorrows
how i loved this ..such use of words ..breath taking
lovely write..

Posted 14 Years Ago


a piece of extreme beauty and sadness...when one is un pain and life is too powerful to comprehend sometimes it feels like breathing is a horrible thing...too much.
I enjoyed this a lot...the rhyme scheme was very good and your word choice was as well.

Posted 14 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

184 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on February 24, 2010
Last Updated on February 24, 2010

Author

funeralmoon
funeralmoon

Wonderland



About
We can only erase words, but not our past. I am a minimalist, who loves writing, painting, and nature. I write what I feel because it is a good outlet to channel my emotions through. I feel like.. more..

Writing
Gone. Gone.

A Poem by funeralmoon