There you were
You’re always laughing at me
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
...
The poet is old, wrinkled
She sleeps after her
Life-long dreams
Head sunk into the cooling sand
...
Expression Blank,
She reveals little,
She doesn't understand the world,
She’s socially dyslexic
...
Father I’m listening
To all your travels and plans
Take me away
From all this troubled land
...
God can’t tell us
God can’t save us
God can’t wipe our tears
God can’t save us from our fears
...
You told me all I needed to know
Somehow you came amidst the vacant show
To tell me something I might fear
Something I don’t want to hear
...
She sits upon a naked chair
Watching the naked sky
Out the window of uncertainty
She wants to stand and fly
...
She’s sick of this sickness
She’s tired from this tiredness
She’s crazed from this madness
She’s destroyed by these words
...
I want to stay addicted to this drug
It gives me warmth that spreads
Throughout my body
It cures me of cold, lonely nights
...
Have you got the news?
Pink is the new Black!
No more victimisation
Have you got the news?
...
So vacant, so lost
Oblivion is your friend
There are good memories
But the bad outweigh them
...
It’s just a day
Not forever
My love
Will never cease
...
What’s the problem with a little spirit in your life?
To keep you smiling, dreaming, loving…
To keep you away from reckless nights
...
She sleeps in the Garden
With a Pistol in her hand
There to protect her
From this strange land
...
Monotone voices carry throughout the church
The People who say they are “believers”
Fulfillers of the faith-
Sound like they would rather be out shopping
...
I've always been very musical... I have been singing since the age of four. I am in senior high school at the moment and love to write songs and poetry. Make a note that most of my entries are infact songs and I apologise and know that this is 'Poem Hunter'. I play the piano, guitar and sing. I am a drama/ english nerd. I also have a knack for foreign languages and speak fluent indonesian, tetum (language of East Timor) and german (because my little half brothers are german! and i kind of have to to communicate with them!) When I am older I wish to either pursue a career as a composer/ lyricist/ singer/ performer (they all really come together as one big thing...) or become a Primary School Teacher which seems to be a more stable/realistic bet. Overall my aim is to write poetry from both my own views and through the eyes of others that cant speak for themselves Peace out Lyrael Please feel free to Comment)
There You Were
There you were
You’re always laughing at me
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
Each night I cry
Don’t tell me you don’t know why
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression.
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
There you were abusing me
Torturing my life inside out
I still don’t know why
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
A day won’t go by
When I think of you
How cruel you were to me
And how I became stronger
Day by day
From the thoughts of you
Giving and not taking
From me, for me
And I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
And I lived again
Now you are helping me
That’s how life’s supposed to be
There you are being a friend
But is it true until the end?
And you raised me up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You re-gained your sight and saw my worth
And you lived again
There you were