Category: Writers Block
hmm, firstly these are verry rough drafts. they were all written in different days durring different times but, they were all written when i was down or stressed or worried or something like that. No, i don't write only depressing things though. I know there is still a lot of work to doo but i can''t spell check cause i''ve only got notepad. and i''ve always had bad spelling. They are not in the order they were written in, rather in the order i think they fit best.
btw, yes the fifth one is verry sappy and shitty, but i put it up for the same reason as all the others, to get a little feedb ack. tell me what you like and don''t. Much thanks.
wrong today
oh, i feel so wrong today.
Like the verry act of livin's leading me astray.
and i'm sufficateing under pain.
if i had the strength to cry, the tears would fall like endless rain.
And there's a part of me screaming!
Its constantly dreaming!
of escape from this place and the things it can't face.
but, its no use...
its all the same, all my shame.
this sick thing in the mirror. constantly gets clearer.
makeing me ill. Wishing i could kill
this darkness from inside of me, and baithe in light to set me free;
today.
so, i scream out!
a tarible shout from the darkness!
from this rot poreing out, poreing out, again, staining again.
something out there, got to tell me why!
give me new found strength to try!
something out there got to tell me why!
got to give me new reason to try! To try!
to fix this wreck, cause its what they expect,
to fix this wreck, its what they expect!
rect, expect, wrect, expect, change!
i slowly find some piece
to sleep i drift away
washed clean of gloom like grece
new hopes for comeing day
don''t let them lead astray
not on this ever shifting way
struggle
its always a struggle, each and every day.
in the grand and dangerous search for self, before the good in me fades away
i feel the clock ticking
hands of time clicking
and the world so large, thrown open wide
waiting for me to step out side
will i survive or be swollowed up hole
up hole, how drole
trying to see me
for what i'm meant to be
get past the tragidy
and grow to live again
and not live in the pretend
but is it all a waist
am i in search of happyness, the likes of which I'll never taste
then why should i try
try to live the great lie
whow can i see
how to fix this all but totaled me
is there goodness here
or am i just evil, ment to inspire fear
is there goodness here? goodness here? goodness here!
where, anywhere?
somewhere, no where.
possibly over there
Hopeless yet hopeful
this torn up husk, sick empty shell
feeling lonely but they can't tell
a victim of this hollow existence,
dormant, the part of me that puts up my resistance.
Cast adrift, on broken sea
alone again, forsaken me
and why did the sadness come again.
living in, this pretend,
the strength i feel is never its end,
though there's still a spark of hope with in me,
you are the one to save me
again I fall into darkness, lost but for the call,
pulling me from sickness. I try to rise,
to rise, to rise up from with in,
but hidden deep, trapped as if in sleep, tortured beneath the skin,
I try to answer the call,
before I lose the will to fight at all,
I try to answer the call before I’m feeling too powerless and hopelessly small.
Cast adrift, on broken sea
alone again, forsaken me
and why did the sadness come again.
living in, this pretend,
the strength I feel is near its end,
though there's still a spark of hope with in me,
you are the one to save me
Is there anything left for me, I can’t tell
living so hopeless, endless hell
Is there anything left for me, I can’t tell
living so hopeless, endless hell
no longer can live like this
I’m not going to die like this
no longer can live like this
I'm going to rise above this!
You'll see
all you dirty fools that kicked this broken me.
Cast adrift, on broken sea
alone again, forsaken me
and why did the sadness come again.
living in, this pretend,
the strength i feel is neer its end,
though there's still a spark of hope with in me,
you ar the one to save me
I feel you''re here
it quells my fear
for today
it will all work some how, some way
the place for words
the flaims inside me, burn freely, keep me warm
so boldly, walk coldly, through the storm
but its this verry sinsation
oh, blessed in creation
the fires in me, so strong
lighting the path, invokeing my wrath
brutal weapons of words, forgeing in my mind
a victum cut down cleanly, left to heal behind
but words, the mental painting
used for violence seemes like tainting
this i know
does it show?
i see that i need to make amends
for the hurt to my rivles and my friends
cause life's too short
take a step back, see things threw
fix the wounds in side, for you
or i'll never leave behind
this rode with piece of mind
or, will i.
will i?
storm of the angel
Burdaned by your past and future, the worry it crowds thick in my insides
i feel for you, its true
erecting false happyness, its your vale
from a world so cold, you''re scaired to fail
as you walk with your past, your ball and chane
i wish that i could drain away your pain
halting the tears, that fall behind your vail, to splat like rain
open up the vail and let me in
hold you close, right to the skin
together we can conquer and to lend a hand is all i''m asking.
open up and let me in
inside your vail i feel the torment, seeping out
fealing part of what you''re going threw, leaves me fighting back a fearal shout
and yet again i see you struggle
to hold back the tears like rain
but there''s an answer somewhere, a way to lift the growing pain
inside
open up the vail and let me in
hold you close, right to the skin
together we can conquer and to lend a hand is all i''m asking.
open up and let me in
i know that we can make it through, all i''m asking is a little time with the core of you
open up the vail and let me in
hold you close, right to the skin
together we can conquer and to lend a hand is all i''m asking.
open up and let me in
though i know its hard when you''re getten by
to let me in when you''re fealing shy
but its ok, we''ll heal up your pain today
if you''ll give me the chance
just a single chance
unlock the doors that bar your mind away
for me today
I like all of these. There are the spelling mistakes, but you already know all of those, and nothing that can't be fixed with a bit of editing. The only thing I noticed is that you use the word sick a few times, and that was alright, since it was in different works. But as I said, I liked them all, especially the last one.
striky, you're amazing, and your writing is so really powerful. thank you for sharing it
aww James, like I said before, you're amazing, lol. Well, your writing anyway. :PPP! Yeah, there are those spelling mistakes, but the content is really grate and I love love love it. Especially the last one, it's really ... sweet, lol.
eeeeeeeek, i look over these all when i'm not tired and shit, all the spelling errors, eww! lol
hmm, 3 quadrilion points to who ever wants to eddit them. lol
hmm, i spell your language better than you so i could consider editing them. :P :P :P jk. they're still great even with all the spelling errors
scary, sounds like my mind almost every day. I love them.
I would consider editing if I felt like it. I edit people's grammar and spelling when I'm bored.
awesomeness James!!! :)
hmms, I have cleaned and expanded versions of these, forgot They were even here.
Afew of these were written in the dead of night while i was half asleep, Thus you're spelling errors.
I might poste part 2 and a fixed part 1.
If anyone cares to see. Let me know.
Last thoughts here,
These poems resemble snapshots of my past, some still apply, some don't. Even so, they surve to show me where I was, Where i'm at now by comparison and how much further I've yet to go. Life is a journey, Stagnation is what kills people. So many people are stuck so deep in their ruts of life. Finding the strength to climb back up those walls and feal the warmth of the world is the battle moste people can't wage because its either easier to stay cold, they don't feel they have a place in the warmth, or they have been beaten down so much they need to heal before starting the climb. Moste don't let them selves heal and help the process.
Look upon these works as symbles of attempted healing, That is why they were given life in the mindscape of the writer and then shared with the readers.