here`s a new poem that is written by my humble key board ...
~~ My Locked feelings ~~
My miserable life may effect on what might happen
Those memories are more to be like an ultimate weapon
My sharp-knife words are surrounded
With a mixture of feelings
My life is crowded
No way to start healings
After Searching for years
Walking for miles , &
Facing my fears
To find the higher truth … My rights !!
Am a normal girl
With un-usual brave Harte
Am a strong pearl
That never falls apart
...
Isn`t it strange?!
To analyze different personalities
Hoping to arrange
My UN-none nationality
Then, a sudden moment came
When I find out that my aim
Is innocent
And now
Am locked in present`s cell
Where the walls might fall
Although no one cares
But the rest were helpful
Therefore…
I decided to continue living
Not before
My friend`s pulse started beating
Brave, Trust and hope:
thanks for finding my lost life`s rope !!!
~~ My Locked feelings ~~
My miserable life may effect on what might happen
Those memories are more to be like an ultimate weapon
My sharp-knife words are surrounded
With a mixture of feelings
My life is crowded
No way to start healings
After Searching for years
Walking for miles , &
Facing my fears
To find the higher truth … My rights !!
Am a normal girl
With un-usual brave Harte
Am a strong pearl
That never falls apart
...
Isn`t it strange?!
To analyze different personalities
Hoping to arrange
My UN-none nationality
Then, a sudden moment came
When I find out that my aim
Is innocent
And now
Am locked in present`s cell
Where the walls might fall
Although no one cares
But the rest were helpful
Therefore…
I decided to continue living
Not before
My friend`s pulse started beating
Brave, Trust and hope:
thanks for finding my lost life`s rope !!!
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the next big thing,
although that makes a different
move new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style poetry so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
Pink swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already pink water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
Pink swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already pink water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~