Poems - Creativity in Words

Nobody knows how I feel.
Nobody understands what I want.
Nobody gives what I desire.
Nobody satisfies my longings.
Nobody takes what I give.
Nobody hears what I say.
Nobody enjoys my prescence.
Nobody accepts my embrace.
Nobody returns my affection.
Nobody endures my touch.
Nobody listens to my heart.
Nobody sees who I am.

I’m losing myself.
Can’t think clear.
I’m going to fast,
I think I’m going to crash!

Nothing is good enough,
every downside overrules the upside.
Darkness everywhere,
falling deeper and deeper…

There’s this ray of light,
slashing through the void.
I’m trying to catch it,
but it’s slipping away.

I’m lost.
Waiting to be found.
Do I want to be found?
Just leave me here.

FUCK the world!
FUCK everything!
FUCK everybody!

Cut this goddamned crap and get a life!
Throw it all away, you’ll never make it alive!
For fuck sake, leave me alone!
Go away, there’s nothing here, nobody’s home!

Don’t talk to me, ignore me, I’m not here!
There’s a small line between agression and fear,
so don’t do it, don’t push me!
Things aren’t as they used to be…

Fuck it…

Bidding starts now.
Arise and take the vow.
One demolished soul,
totally out of control.

Take it or leave it.
It probably won’t fit.
So dare to take the chance?
Ready to drop all common sense?

A short description:
Fallen apart.
Broken into pieces.
Crumbled to dust.
And blown away,
by the sweet sensation of agony,
into the depths of oblivion.

No one?
To much at stake to come undone.
Think again, be clever.
Before it will be lost forever.

It’s unwanted, but I need you,
I’m hurting myself before you do.
I love you forever and always to the end,
I can’t live without you, cuz you’re my best friend!

Let be what may be
Butterflies in the attic
or butterfly suicide…

What counts is the splatter on the wall
the proof of freedom
the evidence of breaking free

the conversion of colors
is what resembles
revolution of the mind and body

white to black
black to red
red to green
green to blue

let the skies judge the earth
and angels judge mankind
for that is how it should be

Once there was someone,
A girl with many problems,
Problems, like everyone,
Feelings, like everyone,

But she knew nothing,
No idea what to do,
She was just standing there,
Thinking about things,

She still knew nothing,
She can’t trust her friends,
Just stands there,
Thinking about nothing,

She must find herself,
She must follow her heart,
Her heart, like everyone,
Try to find something, deep inside,

She had no idea,
Where to start,
‘What’s life?’ she asked,
But no answer came from the world,

She followed her mind,
Thinking about her life,
Thinking about herself,
Still no answer from the world,

Than she said something,
‘Maybe I don’t find it now’
‘Maybe I can’t trust someone’
‘I try to follow my heart, till I find the answer’ 

A man and his guitar.
It’s the only thing he needs,
to forget all and everything,
for the moment.

But when the moment’s gone,
emptiness crashes down upon him,
with all the weight of the world,
knocking the wind out of him.

Love is all around him,
it’s a beautifull thing to see.
However, none is aimed at him,
and none is given from him.

He has not many friends.
But the few friends he has,
are friends for life,
always standing at the ready.

Their love warms his heart,
they’re a little safe zone in his empty world.
When they’re near,
the world seems to be a little nicer.

It’s only a distraction though,
’cause they cannot give what he needs.
And as the years pass by,
hope’s fading away and loneliness becomes one of his friends.