Unknown Passion

Unknown Passion

A passion unknown

 A heart unread 

A soul unseen 

Let me in I cry 

Let me see,

 Don’t hold back everything 

Why try to hide anything? 

Exsist in me and you’ll see,

 I love you and care for you 

I gave you my life now give me yours

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Feelings

Feelings

Feelings are important to everyone,

 But should they be?

 As I sit here,

I am discusted with myself for my feelings. 

They betray who I am. 

We should not allow it to be this way, 

So turn off all emotion and be safe from all hurt and pain. 

There is a downside, 

You will feel no joy or any type of happiness so is it worth it?

Feelings

Feelings

Feelings are important to everyone,

But should they be?

As I sit here,

I am disgusted with myself for my feelings.

They betray who I am.

We should not allow it to be this way,

So turn off all emotion and be safe from all hurt and pain.

There is a downside,

You will feel no joy or any type of happiness so is it worth it?

A Color That Is Me

A color that is me

I want a color that is me

Something different than the normal color sea

I would like to paint my heart a new color

Something different from all the others

A shade darker than most but still as pale as a ghost

Something that is truly me

Not an unfamiliar copy

Something that stands out

Something that is what I’m about

A color that does not exactly match

A color that does not entirely clash

Not a purple,

Green,

Or blue

None of these will do

For I want a color that belongs to me,

One that sings a proud song

I want a hue that is different than you

A hue that is true

A color that is me

I stopped writing

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would
whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find
what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious
writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways
that I felt, Ashamed.
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of
my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain
until it was to late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me and
by not writing, delete me.
 

You Know, No

You know,

No
You know,

No
I don’t believe you
I won’t
I can’t
You just aren’t listening
It doesn’t matter now
What I am
It’s too late
So,

No,

Just, no
Stop it,

Stop it,
Just you stop it
I swear if I hear it
I’ll just lose it
I can’t take this
I can’t take it
Just leave me alone
And leave it be
And let it lie
And for the love of God
Let me Die.