clayton young Poems
|3.||Dead Bones And Dry Tears||5/4/2009|
|8.||What's Done Is Done||9/13/2009|
|9.||This Is Me||9/23/2009|
|11.||This Is Me 2||10/29/2009|
|12.||An Attempt Not To Regret||11/2/2009|
|13.||My Flawed Cure||12/3/2009|
|15.||Second Idea To You||11/11/2010|
|20.||My Shattered Soul||4/30/2009|
|22.||Burning Flame And Bright Light||5/4/2009|
|27.||Medication Or Discretion||7/17/2009|
|28.||Forgive And Forget Doesn'T Exist||10/28/2009|
|29.||Chains, Tears, And Dead Bodies||4/30/2009|
Pain, Hate, Love, gone.
I say I have this hate, this unbelievable,
unconceivable, and unbearable hate,
that lashes out from in me,
and explodes in fury that I have locked
deep in a vault somewhere that must
remain locked forever.
But why? Why do I feel so much hate,
or was it love? No. it can’t be love
, who could possibly…
but wait, I love her and she loves me,
does she not? And them,
they’re there too and.. I think they love me.
As I fall into the abyss of that dark
place I see hate, and I see love,
but.. I can no longer ...
My Shattered Soul
My twisted broken soul lies in venomous
pieces strewn across the dark floor.
It lays here for you to take and to with
what you please, but no
I see you as you look down on me staring
at my broken self in disgust as you can no
longer stand what I have undesirably become.
So as my broken soul lays here,