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| A few poems for fun 
by exxille at 5/12/2009 1:34:57 PM
SCREAMING DESIRES
Screaming are my desires yet my mind tells me
otherwise. I dont
wanna hear the sound of what it has to say and then
comes those
words that mean so much and speak so strongly. They
remind me who
I want to be and who I can be. So simple a pact and so
true to what I
desire. Only one person has ever held me so close
without knowing.
And only she can release me from the bonds I have
created. The irony
of it is that I just dont want to go or maybe I can't.
Mispent love and a misplaced desire I find that what
I want and what I
really want are so similar and yet so much different.
It doesn't matter, those four words mean the world to
me and are a
promise never really stated but yet held true. She
just doesn't know.
She doesn't have to. I know what I feel and think and
I will always be
that man. I have nothing to fear and nothing to hide.
I have always done
my best and will always be me thats all I need.
INSOMNIA
My eyes burn and creep.
Seeking out a resolution to
the stresses.
I can feel the exhaustion
flow from muscle to muscle.
From cheek to cheek. My arms ache and my chest throbs. I can feel the atrophy in my feet.
My brain however continues a tirade of thoughts so fast and strong. None of which really mean much but all of which seem to be pushing for more.
First one thing
then the
next.
All I can do is wander the house aimlessly.
Pacing does nothing more then perpetuate the pain
in my legs. They to burn and ache from exertion,
stress.
Everything blurs as my eyes unfocus
my brain screams at me "just shut down".
so much that doesn't matter in the end
yet
in my 20's
it makes a whole world of difference to me.
I have so much and all I want is more.
Yet
more seems to bring me less.
Except for the stress.
My back aches and I toss and turn where I sit.
The more I move the more I realize how tired
I truly am and yet how much time I do not have.
No longer burning my eyes now stream with water
which tries its best to soothe the pain.
My muscles
twitch and throb uncontrollably.
My bracelets are weighing heavy. Like Egor
my arms drag and my pace lags.
My eyelids droop and swing in front of eyes
so blood shot I can only see red.
My feet drag so far that the tops of my toes are raw. My emotions
flare uncontrollable.
I fear for my friends who will soon face my insanity as the morning turns from pink to yellow.
Damn the sun and the robins song.
Its early cry's telling me
I have another twenty four hours
to try to find some peace.
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