(an explination of) distractions

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    (an explination of) distractions

    an unintentional push...a nudge
    a distance i somehow create
    id like to think that you wont budge
    but how much can you take


    how cold at times i must appear
    as if i dont care
    sometimes im just deep in thought
    and completely unaware


    when the distance strikes into my eyes
    and it seems like im not here
    im just looking for some place safe
    where i can push my tears


    in the distance i try to find
    a balance to it all
    looking hard and trying to see
    past this built up wall


    im often lost within my head
    hoping to find some truth
    but the things i find inside my mind
    just make more confused

     

    late at night when the house is dark
    and everyones asleep
    and i am sitting up all alone
    just taking time to think


    i wish nothing more than to close my eyes
    and rest my head with you
    snuggle up nice and tight
    and dream a dream or two


    but in the dark my minds awake
    and im restless in the bed
    everything spins around
    and nightmares fill me head


    i have to try to distract myself
    by staying up late to work
    picking through the things to do
    and hoping that it works


    long nights alone sifting through
    the work and my own head
    knowing you are not asleep
    alone upstairs in bed


    busy busy busy
    distractions are at hand
    thinking what i need to do
    and pushing more demands


    anything that i can do
    so i dont have see
    all of the things im going through
    and everything that wrong with me


    but in the end what i find
    the distractions just defer
    im sorry for the things i do
    through my actions and my words


    with strong regret yet again
    i sit and scroll these lines
    the words i spill an apology
    for about the millionth time


    within my head and in my heart
    these thoughts so strike a chord
    a sour note that resonates
    and echoes even more


    upon this page in black and white
    my words are so sincere
    all the lines of blurring pain
    turning into tears


    i hope that you can understand
    that im really just trying to cope
    and sometimes when i seem most lost
    im searching for my hope


    sometimes i need to try to be
    a bit outside myself
    toss in a distraction or two
    because sometimes they really help


    im still right here though it might not seem
    that really here at all
    im trying so hard to make it back
    from deep behind these walls...

     


     

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    MarionYost commented on (an explination of) distractions

    03-27-2010

    Again, I loved every second. You are very talented the flow was great in this and I can relate to your emotion. All the best -Marion-

    Dano

    03/29/2010

    thank you for your kind words

    dahlusion commented on (an explination of) distractions

    03-24-2010

    "upon this page in black and white my words are so sincere all the lines of blurring pain turning into tears" — wow, you are such a poet, and one line after another is a beautiful message for us to read. Bravo!!

    Dano

    03/26/2010

    thanks Dahl... glad you like what i do

    Tempy commented on (an explination of) distractions

    03-14-2010

    with strong regret yet again i sit and scroll these lines the words i spill an apology for about the millionth time ... brilliantly written. i also love the above you wrote

    BringMeBullets commented on (an explination of) distractions

    03-10-2010

    Oh wow... It's like an explanation of a dream. I love these kinds of writes that make you think. It's almost like, in a way, that I can relate to every line in a different way. How wonderful! Thank you for sharing!

    WordSlinger commented on (an explination of) distractions

    03-01-2010

    You write very good Dano, so sit on your throne of your imagination, and rule the glorious country of your imagination, you are a delight to read, ty WS

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Dano’s Poems (150)

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    Title Comments
    from an angels view 19
    searching the darkness 10
    a letter from santa 14
    thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
    the depth of... 11
    ive wished 7
    absentee 12
    this is... 13
    a journey into the dark 7
    the cold of november 14
    your voice 12
    the yin to the yang 14
    twisted 9
    autumn 14
    i think it happened again 11
    luna~tic 19
    the darkness 13
    a blinding eclipse 16
    the universe... 18
    the wind of sorrow 14
    my sorrow weeps 16
    where but the dark... 12
    immortal kiss 47
    in a darkened room 17
    our mother 7
    within these flames 12
    nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
    behind wrought iron bars 25
    what i write (part 2) 8
    today 17
    the world in grey 6
    the reality of... 5
    in the shadow of a mountain 6
    nothing will ever be the same 10
    of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
    next to a bed... 18
    but... 15
    at a funeral 12
    seventeen (acrostic) 11
    the fortunate one(s) 7
    what did i do... 24
    ashes to dust 45
    dancing in the moonlight 14
    disempowering the pain 14
    the butterfly 10
    what i write 14
    sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
    the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
    pieces of light 8
    the sad pumpkin &... 9
    my face 12
    for a long time... 14
    (an explination of) distractions 6
    tell me... 6
    the charelston cookie tin 9
    silent self destruction 8
    exposed 13
    the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
    a poem about nothing... 8
    blood bleeds black 7
    dissecting myself 3
    i will be just fine 3
    the stacking of bricks 3
    the complexities of depression... 4
    spirits & ghosts 3
    **random chaos** 2
    bloodlust 3
    ...somethings missing... 2
    15 years... 3
    beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
    **untitled** 2
    the overstuffed closet 3
    the candy dish 2
    anxiety speaks 2
    **untitled** 2
    myself and the light 6
    the fog 2
    fire and tears 3
    cerebral meltdown 3
    sometimes i wish... 1
    drawing strength from a starr... 2
    disappointmen
    t...
    1
    **untitled** 1
    the flower garden 3
    nature... 1
    reaching out 2
    the dark and the light... 1
    the insistent demon 2
    sorry... 3
    forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
    im so sorry... 3
    **no title... just random thoughts** 1
    to eternity... 2
    winter wind whips... 1
    tired 2
    lucid dream 1
    the rains came... 2
    the mourning light 1
    another jagged pill 1
    i just cant... 1
    entitlement?!
    ?!?
    1
    entitlement!!
    !!
    1
    burning within 4
    inside of me 1
    projected pain 1
    the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
    panic 2
    the mourning fog 1
    when the fires burn 1
    through the night 1
    shadow casts 0
    a mournful rain 1
    i cant protect me 2
    my comfort place 0
    an echo shifts 1
    the monster 2
    welcome to my life 0
    the past is alive... 1
    ... 1
    standing on the edge 2
    my smile... 1
    anxiety 2
    my reality 0
    another view... 0
    untitled... 0
    jagged pill 2
    in the dark 1
    what to do 1
    how can i... 1
    life... 3
    a crust of pain 1
    keeping me weak... 2
    my dark world 3
    another night of wondering 2
    in the attic 4
    i hold most dear 2
    the me inside of me 2
    another day 1
    dreamed in a dream 2
    a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
    i look... 1
    where my secrets are kept 1
    a mouthful of words 2
    i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
    i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
    standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
    a blinding dark 1
    growing pain 3
    the longest of nights 5
    ... 7