SiNgLenLoOkIn's blog: "POETRY"

Death, departure, walk away, walk out Should I or should I not pout Family and friends Lovers and one-night stands I have loved, lost and lived How do I trust, how do I love again I should move on, it's all in my past But my pain remains, continues and lasts This pain lingers in my heart, mind and soul Damn it - why is this world so cold How can I have faith in God and family When people I love are taken from me Where can I find true and loyal friends I'm sick of the lies, fights and revenge Hurt continuously, hurt at a young age How do I love again with all of my rage How do I get past all of this, show me a sign So I can leave my sadness, pain and crying behind

There are billions of people in the world, yet I feel like I'm alone And all I try to do is right, but everyone seems to treat me wrong So I lash out in rage, but what I say is never heard Because I've learned to turn my cheek and swallow all these hateful words But I'm getting tired now and I can only take so much Because with everything that happens my soul is slowly being touched So I make others laugh just to escape all my pain But every time I'm down no one's there to do the same So I sit back and relax, while I nurse all my wounds As I lay terribly depressed in a dark solemn room Somehow this little balled up aggression Is slowly changing into an even bigger depression Something I can't take and can't shake And eats away with every second I've now acquired too many emotions to ever explain It feels like there's demons as well as angels fighting for control of my pain And for some strange reason my heart is being pulled in opposite directions One has the side of good and the other knows no affection And I can't explain the way I feel, I just know I feel this way From the second that I wake, till the time I end my day Although I enjoy life and try my best to learn it's lessons I just wish someone could teach me to escape this Great Depression

Sad poems always make me cry Cause i love sad stories I cry harder if The hero he does die You can have your sad movies They dont make me cry I have to have them sad poems I have to see them Appear in my dream When i write them sad poems They always make me cry My woman always leave me In my sad poems Then they become sadder poems That always make me cry I wouldn't tell a lie If i were to say That i shed a little tear When i read my sad poems That always make me cry

When is it time to say goodbye, To all the love I've known, When is it time to end your pain, And leave me all alone? I've watched you on your good days when I feel your strength renewed; But shortly after little ups, The down days then ensue. We ride this roller-coaster of Emotions as we try, To make it through another day, And yet, I can't deny ... That as I look into your face On days that have been bad, I see a look that beckons me It's tired, and hurt, and sad. The little spark I used to see Behind those loving eyes, Is growing ever clouded By life's cruel inhumane side. I try to see beyond the pain You feel with every step; And softly whisper to myself This may get better yet. If I can bear to watch you Just another day or two; I justify my reasons to Ensure I cling to you. For letting go is harder for The person left behind; It means that if I let you go, I cannot turn back time. Back to the days I long for now, When you were full of life; And every day held promise, And our futures, clear and bright. But now the lights are darkening ... We take it daily now; I cannot see our futures clear Or think beyond this cloud. I think the hardest part in this Is never knowing why, I have to be courageous And I have to say goodbye. For if I let myself admit It's time to let you go; I'd have to face reality Without you ... but I know ... That soon I have to face the Final outcome that I dread, And holding on will only serve To hurt you in the end. You've given such unselfish love For all our time in life, But if I hold too tightly, You'll not move t'ward the light ... On to a better life, where you Can once again be free, Of all the pain and discomfort That holds you here to me. So if I find the courage just to say This last farewell, I hope you will forgive me for The time it took me; still ... I'll hold with me, the memories That in my heart remain, Pray one day, down the road a'ways ... They'll lesson my own pain.

Sometimes I ponder about what will come next Where will my life turn when it seems to stall? When is the next time I will smile again? and how will I get up, should I fall? Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness. By that I mean I know it can't last. Beauty decays, laughter subsides When will the stones be cast? Tragedy can be measured by the amount of happiness taken away Elusion is our only protection As we fall victim to its prey So when I've reached a fork in life's road and the choices are many or few. I follow the one that leads away from misfortune Thats all I can really do When life is good You have to hold it in your hand You have to close your eyes You have to breathe it in! Happiness may end While tragedy begins Today is the beginning Is tomorrow the end?

What a beautiful suicide The night skies so dark The stars shine brightly Tonight I’ll make a mark What a beautiful suicide With a gun next to me Alone in a room How good will this be What a beautiful suicide I’ve already planned Alone in silence Nothing could be more grand What a beautiful suicide I’ll have to no longer live Nor hurt nor pain All it takes is a Man with no brain…

The tiger phoned the zebra and invited him to dine. He said "If you could join me that would simply be divine." The zebra said "I thank you, but respectfully decline. I heard you ate the antelope; he was a friend of mine." On hearing this the tiger cried "I must admit it's true! I also ate the buffalo, the llama and the gnu. And yes I ate the warthog, the gazelle and kangaroo, but I could never eat a creature beautiful as you. "You see I have a secret I'm embarrassed to confide: I look on you with envy and a modicum of pride. Of all the creatures ever known," the tiger gently sighed, "It seems we are the only two with such a stripy hide. "Now seeing how we share this strong resemblance of the skin, I only can conclude that we are just as close as kin. This means you are my brother and, though fearsome I have been, I could not eat my brother, that would surely be a sin." The zebra thought, and then replied "I'm certain you are right. The stripy coats we both possess are such a handsome sight! My brother, will you let me reconsider if I might? My calendar is empty so please let us dine tonight." The tiger met the zebra in his brand-new fancy car and drove him to a restaurant which wasn't very far. And when they both were seated at a table near the bar, the zebra asked "What's on the grill?" The tiger said "You are." "But please, you cannot dine on me!" the outraged zebra cried. "To cook me up and eat me is a thing I can't abide. You asked me for your trust and I unwarily complied. You said you could not eat me now you plan to have me fried?" "And what about the envy and the modicum of pride? And what of us as brothers since we share a stripy hide?" "I'm sorry," said the tiger and he smiled as he replied, "but I love the taste of zebra so, in other words, I lied."

My love for you is like a red, red rose, It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown. Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest, And it grows even more with each passing breath. The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure, All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured. For all the thorns that this proud rose bears, They are all softened by the thought of your care. Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies, But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.

My suicide note is short and sweet. My suicide note you will soon meet. My suicide note not a sign of defeat. My suicide note just incomplete. You saved my life, how will I pay? you saved my life, but no hurray. I wish I finished that first note. I wish I finished what I wrote.

im in my room in darkness and cold im thinking of comitting suicide im always alone and never having any fun im thinking of commiting suicide i run away from home im nowere to be found im thinking of commiting suicide i have the knife in my hand and this note in the other im thinking of commiting suicide now that im alone with the knife to my chest im about to commit suicide i say my last words 'this was fate and goodbye' im about to commit suicide i have my last breath and im now dead i have just commited suicide