Flurry

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    Flurry

    Up and down in a flurry, im in no hurry to find these stars, as the cuts on my hands are just buried beneath the scars, cause ive been too far to lose focus, been to far to take consideration, and the softness of my heart....well it slowly stopped pacing, and while erasing....i never knew the kid in me still had a place....all my life looking for pleasure, i guess i just now started the chase....see they just keep abusing, using my ways to settle in....but now i see the difference between what is right and the weakness of your sins.

    U tried to have my whole...but i wasnt even giving half...you saw my life for what is was and couldn't figure out the math...how a broken hearted kid is supposed to love all and be so gentle....i couldn't ignore the facts and all that i have been through...and it wasn't your fault that my eyes saw right through you....but if you flip the page and read the blanks, you'll read all that i saw before you....Nothing

    So this leaves us now in a world full of wonder....youre calling, i cant hear you as it's mixed in with the thunder...and yet you wonder, was it all worth the pain....was it worth the defeat but yet you still know you've gained....cause i can fuck up this life and still make a difference....begging for me to explain but you don't even get "For Instance"....So what is this....nothing more than a moment in time...Showing love...Showing hate...down the road you will be fine...just know the truth of the matter was once standing there staring you in the face....and this shit flies both ways so don't take this as discrace...but for you to walk with me like there was nothing to be hidden...i found out the truth about you...so who the fuck are you kidding!!!

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    Worthless commented on Flurry

    05-24-2010

    this may sound weird but I think WE think the same.... People say they write or try to write a poem once a week, Amoung many other answers even I'm still trying to conclude, What the hell is wrong with me? It's been like 12 0r 13 days and I've wrote 62 poems of truth, feeling and bullshit or whatever you wanna call it. I've got notebooks and notebooks and whatever peices of paper i had at the time of all that I wrote and I wonder... I can't always get access to a computer so it ain't posted yet, but there ain't many people read anyways.

    dumdumdj

    05/24/2010

    sometimes its not about who reads the shit that we write....i recently just found this site and its nice bc you do find people that do read...but ive been writing for about 15 years wout anyone reading my shit at all.....its an escape for me to get my shit out without killing the rest of the world when i cant take it anymore......write for you....thats it.....and when you come on here and people dont like what you write....fuck em.....its not for them

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    dumdumdj’s Poems (21)

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    Title Comments
    Everything Gets Clearer 3
    All in a Name 1
    Figured OUT 2
    Stormy Weather 4
    Simple Start 2
    Something Unique 2
    My Last Tear 8
    Eyes Shut 1
    Patiently Waiting 5
    Ignite 1
    In my heart 1
    Ready to Sink 1
    Too Tall To See 1
    Conversation 1
    Support 1
    Misguided Truths 2
    Out of View 1
    Flurry 1
    QUICK FIX explicit 1
    Give Back 1
    Under Attack 2