What is there to say? let the work speak for itself lol
I Sleep...
Laying here motionless,
I’m scared to wake.
My body is tortured,
my heart, full of ache.
I try and sleep longer,
so my head will see.
A happier life,
with a happier me
No one I know
has deserved it more.
To earn the trust,
that most throw out the door.
I am scared to tell,
to connect, or enjoy.
I’ve been played with enough,
tossed around like a toy.
I choose to forget,
all the things I’ve been through.
My friends, unaware,
If only they knew.
I hide this emotion,
hoping soon to forget.
The scars on my body,
are made, bit by bit.
Pictures of her,
strewn through my mind.
Some pleasant, some hated,
her actions unkind.
I’ve gave it my all,
in hopes that she'll see.
There’s a better side to us,
a better side to me.
I put this emotion,
into my pen.
My thoughts of bad memories,
my heart, of sin.
Each word I write,
acts as a clue.
To a different part of me,
that nobody knew.
I will continue to write,
to love, and to trust.
I will try and forget, to move on, I must.
I will continue to live,
step by step, eyes ahead.
But I need a break,
so I'm off to bed.
Two parts. First part -- Stanza One: "My body is tortured/ my heard, full of ache." I'm not sure what you mean here.
Second part -- last stanza -- I will continue to write/ to love and to trust/ I will try and forget/ to move on, I must/ I will continue to live / step by step, eyes ahead. Yes, yes and again yes. Such truth, such spirit. Well said... a well place reality. This is the heart and the life of being a writer. Through pain, joy, failure and glory, we must write and continue to live. Nicely put and quite impressive. This is the best part of this poem IMHO. :)
This is so true... I cannot agree more... i like how divided them into different sections and each one with a title... what i like the most is "i write"... coz that's exactly how i feel... so good job... and write more...
Two parts. First part -- Stanza One: "My body is tortured/ my heard, full of ache." I'm not sure what you mean here.
Second part -- last stanza -- I will continue to write/ to love and to trust/ I will try and forget/ to move on, I must/ I will continue to live / step by step, eyes ahead. Yes, yes and again yes. Such truth, such spirit. Well said... a well place reality. This is the heart and the life of being a writer. Through pain, joy, failure and glory, we must write and continue to live. Nicely put and quite impressive. This is the best part of this poem IMHO. :)
Wow this is awesome, it's so deep and dark, but in the end it brightens up by the narrator saying how they're going to keep on living and just forget the things that have hurt him. I love this, great job!
We all must move on, no matter the cost. Masochism is exactly what it claims to be, self-destruction. It will only bring yourself down. Other's guilt will never make up for the pain. I hope putting this out in the open helped to deal. Thanks for sharing.
This is a brilliant, but very deep and disturbing writing. The abuse of love and body, by another. But is it the love of a girl or parent that has caused this fear, dread, feeling of loss and neglect. "The pen is mightier than the sword", and in using it, you can start to exorcise the pain from these draining emotions. Everybody hurts at sometime for various reasons. But it does not excuse the emotional or physical turmoil that others may put us through. May the writing bring release. You are very talented and gifted. Use those gifts to your advantage. Start opening the doors to your future now, do not go to sleep and forget that each day brings escape closer. Love and understanding has a way in finding those that seek it.
I am 16 years old and I am new to the writing world. I am writing what I feel at the moment and truthfully I just want feedback. Any truth will do. If you think my writings suck, just say it. I consid.. more..