Forgotten Dreams
For each time i felt panic grip me, i just ran, ran for a new home, and ran to forget my past. yet as the panic left, i was left with nothing body a worn body, and a horrid past. perhaps i was not meant to outrun my past, but to embrace it.
I'll Put On Black In Mourning
I'm making a collection of all my past, present, and future rants relating to one specific asshole.
the storm of mind's
my past seem so clearly now. no the pain is to great the sorrow to real. i cant stand this my mind is being driven to insanity. this storm is destroying me with all it chaous. the past to brutle the futor to dull. i hate my being.
Safe
Fight resistance fight desires trying to defeat me stabbing like a blade in and through the fragile conscience stuck in this hell fighting through the devil screaming free me please from my past regrets grab the hammer and break through the boards
I Can't Bring Myself To Stop You
Will be torn asunder and all this time will seem like one big blunder you say that all you want is to move away and the tone in your voice makes it seem like from that nothing will make you sway you've helped me glue together the shattered remains of my
In Thought
As much as i can hold to hate the things that i do, i hate what i've become out of my past actions. love has torn me apart from the inside out and broke me down. as life goes on, i start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds.
Unforgiven
Please for give me for i can not forgive mine own sins now i pay for the sins of my past with my blood the pain within me is pressing like a million pins and now my confessions flow forth like a flood.
Poem #22: Violence
#22 of poetry a poem i wrote while thinking about some of the physical abuse in my past, and how meaningless it all is; how destructive violence to the abused and the abuser.
My Glass Is Forever Half-Empty
past but just when i feel like i've one this war i'm reminded that the feeling will never last.
A Waking Nightmare
This is jus a little poem i wrote whilst sitting in the dark and thinking about my past. i tried to desrcribe in poem form what occaisionally happens to me while i'm alone. hope you guys liked it! please comment and rate!
When My Brethren Call
Not a single bit of regret remains, i leave my past behind. no longer locked to an ungrateful body, allowed the freedom to run where i wish. part of the pack, part of the family, i can no longer feel alone. i feel strong. i feel free.
It needs work.
I am not proud of my past. but the person who i am now will forever last. i like to bring a smile to my friends' faces. even though it is hard to create some even paces. yes i know i am short. but if you give a damn you can deport.