Post by ‹James› on Mar 11, 2007 12:53:29 GMT -5
Yeah, I have the © symbol on this thread title because some of my work actually IS copyrighted by the International Library of Poetry. Anyways. I work hard on my poetry. As I no longer have a computer I used to have I'll have to search hard for one of my poems that I've made that was definately copyrighted. Anyways, here's some of my work.
Wounded
To lie awake each night,
Reminiscing each horrible sight,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for life
With each and every complicated strife.
To watch others filled with cheer,
Thinking of what horrors might be near,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for eternity
With complete and total uncertainty.
To see your reflection, but not soul,
Seeing your eyes as black as coal,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for nothing,
With each and every thing, that turns out to be something.
To feel the scars in your mind,
Hurting with emotion of every kind,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded by insanity,
With each and every haunting memory.
To loose your innocence,
Blinded by your hurt, that is too immense,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded by things of mix,
With a large betrayal, that not even God himself can fix.
© James Black (pen name)
Just . . .
Just let go,
Of the things that occurred,
To just let go,
Is harder than it seems,
To just forget,
The hardships that are so horrible,
To just forget,
The nightmares that followed,
Just let life move on,
Yet there is always that fear,
To just move on,
And don’t let it come near,
To just move on,
And be able to live,
To just move on,
It’s harder than it looks.
Just let go,
Of the troubles,
To just let go,
Of that nightmare,
To just let go,
Of the dreams that were shattered,
To just let go,
Of the little innocence left,
For it is over with, and done,
And it is time to just let go,
For it is time to just move on.
© James Black (pen name)
That's all I'm posting for now... comments are welcome.
Wounded
To lie awake each night,
Reminiscing each horrible sight,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for life
With each and every complicated strife.
To watch others filled with cheer,
Thinking of what horrors might be near,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for eternity
With complete and total uncertainty.
To see your reflection, but not soul,
Seeing your eyes as black as coal,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded for nothing,
With each and every thing, that turns out to be something.
To feel the scars in your mind,
Hurting with emotion of every kind,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded by insanity,
With each and every haunting memory.
To loose your innocence,
Blinded by your hurt, that is too immense,
Is as if you are wounded,
Wounded by things of mix,
With a large betrayal, that not even God himself can fix.
© James Black (pen name)
Just . . .
Just let go,
Of the things that occurred,
To just let go,
Is harder than it seems,
To just forget,
The hardships that are so horrible,
To just forget,
The nightmares that followed,
Just let life move on,
Yet there is always that fear,
To just move on,
And don’t let it come near,
To just move on,
And be able to live,
To just move on,
It’s harder than it looks.
Just let go,
Of the troubles,
To just let go,
Of that nightmare,
To just let go,
Of the dreams that were shattered,
To just let go,
Of the little innocence left,
For it is over with, and done,
And it is time to just let go,
For it is time to just move on.
© James Black (pen name)
That's all I'm posting for now... comments are welcome.
