Poems

I like certain aspects of all my poems. Usually, they vary through my mind; the rhythm will change, the way I'm wording it, my entire IDEA to begin with. And occasionally, I read back and see something exactly right. And I wish that I could write the whole thing like that, because then it'd be perfect.

Angel:
*And he’s there,
Waiting for me to smile
And when I do,
He’ll reach out to me

*I disappeared long ago

Can't Beat Me:
*You can't fake a smile like I do
I'd like to see you try

Colours:
*This day has been killing me slowly
In the dark
Never have another bright one
No colours
Night forever never felt so open
I'd love to lose myself in that dance

*I'll fly away with no-one

*Conscious in my sleep

Falling:
*I need some reassurance
I need to know who's there
I need to feel something more
From the faith that holds us fast

*Fall, fall, fall
All we can do is fall
And yet they push us to fly

Four Worlds:
*We cannot be bound upon the ground
Or lie in water, wishing to see

Ha Ha!**:
*They don't care, and
They don't give a shit.
You don't care, and
I've thrown a fucking fit.

Helpless Teen***:
*under ground and past all shadows
through all hell her soul has been

How:
*Who could guess
I would know
what to write
In a poem?

I Believe In You:
*Poison without flavour is
A quick death from a long life

*I believe not a thing

I Stared:
*A cage forged, it's mentality and insanity

*Drunk on the flight
Salt in the wounds
Gonna cure them eventually
Gonna fly again

Listen:
*Fly and touch the burning stars
Fly and pull the edges of the universe closer
Just for a second

Love:
*It’s not for me
My denial is justified

*I can’t handle you anymore
I’m dizzy for you

Minds:
*It's a risk, and it's a hazard
A disaster, almost found
I've hidden all I could do

My Colours:
*I look up to the dulling sky, and think of things
Soon I'll be. Soon, I'll see. Ever nearing.

*Fires in my eyes,
That hurt to burn, to watch in me,
To bleach as bones do in eternity.
During nights everlasting.
Which always end too fast,

*A life of tones and shadings
That dies inaudibly.
I can make it louder.
Add the colours.
Unleash my flight.

Scared:
*So scared.
That scared.
Fucking scared.
I'm scared.
Scare them right fucking back.

Smile For Me:
*Gone away
Ha!
A remembered sound
Ha.

Tafetta Silk:
*Unruffled to the unwary eye?

The Truth:
*And I said it
wasn’t poetry
Because
nothing I said was
true

No Name:
*If I had, the security of the world!
It'd all be ok, everything'd stay the same…
And I'd stay sane

**This is actually the entirety of that poem. I quite like it. Only imperfect to me in that it isn't longer. The wording is everything I'd like it to be right now (I reread sometimes, and change wording).

***Yeah, it's very emo. I don't want labels on my ideas! Never. Not these ones.