TheGrrringe
Bluelighter
I have read some incredible stuff on here and I know that this doesnt even compare to even half of the poems previously posted by everyone, but I just needed to get some stuff off my chest because I couldnt sleep. I just wrote this, so I dont know how good it is or whatever... It's kindof long, I warn you now, but here goes...
*No Title Yet* (by the way, any suggestions for a title would be appreciated, heh)
--Sometimes I lie in bed, just staring blankly up at the ceiling,
Wondering why there is no one lying next to me.
Sometimes I go to bed early in hopes of meeting up with my dream lover sooner.
Other times I only cry, wrapped tightly in my blanket,
Imagining I’m wrapped in his arms instead.
I snap out of the daze as a cold breeze blows through the window,
And I hear the pounding of the wind outside.
As the night progresses, I become weary and I can cry no longer…
As I lay there in the darkness, half dead, a quarter asleep, and a quarter confused,
That pounding of the wind morphs into the beating of his heart.
I lose myself to another dream that I inevitably wake from,
Only to find loneliness eagerly awaiting my return.
I drag myself out of bed and ask the girl in the mirror who she is.
I get the same response every time.
She stares back at me with eyes full of shame and I know that I am breaking down.
“Today is going to be different,” I assure myself as I sip my morning coffee,
“Maybe I’ll make my mother proud.”
“Maybe my father will be gone.”
“Maybe I’ll get a phone call or a letter from a friend who misses me.”
“Maybe I’ll confront that bitch in the mirror and tell her that I’m not afraid of her anymore!”
I ask myself what I want to do with my life,
And what I need to do to achieve it.
I do everything I can to bring myself together as I sit and smoke a Marlboro Light,
Watching the smoke rise and drift away…
It reminds me of the thoughts I barely recall having only moments ago,
As they have also taken themselves from focus and disappeared.
I make my way into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I breathe deeply as the steam fills the room and my silk nightgown slips to the floor.
Sighing, I step into the tub and pull the curtain shut.
I try my best to wash away my sadness with the sweet aroma of ginger lily floating about the room…
When all is done and I have dressed and finished my morning routine,
I go about the rest of my average, unsatisfactory day.
No matter what I do or where I go, my mind is still nowhere to be found.
I forget to eat and I forget to keep the promises I make to myself,
I become a complete introvert and it bothers the hell out of me.
I remind myself repeatedly not to be so transparent,
But at the same time I wish desperately for someone to care, even the slightest bit.
Finally I get to go home and I don’t have to deal with other people anymore today.
As I step into my house I figure all will be better tomorrow,
And I make my way back to my room,
Where my empty bed waits for me like an open grave.
And as usual, depression gets the best of me and I close my eyes,
Praying I don’t wake up this time…--
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--The Grrringe
It's too bright outside...*scowling*
*No Title Yet* (by the way, any suggestions for a title would be appreciated, heh)
--Sometimes I lie in bed, just staring blankly up at the ceiling,
Wondering why there is no one lying next to me.
Sometimes I go to bed early in hopes of meeting up with my dream lover sooner.
Other times I only cry, wrapped tightly in my blanket,
Imagining I’m wrapped in his arms instead.
I snap out of the daze as a cold breeze blows through the window,
And I hear the pounding of the wind outside.
As the night progresses, I become weary and I can cry no longer…
As I lay there in the darkness, half dead, a quarter asleep, and a quarter confused,
That pounding of the wind morphs into the beating of his heart.
I lose myself to another dream that I inevitably wake from,
Only to find loneliness eagerly awaiting my return.
I drag myself out of bed and ask the girl in the mirror who she is.
I get the same response every time.
She stares back at me with eyes full of shame and I know that I am breaking down.
“Today is going to be different,” I assure myself as I sip my morning coffee,
“Maybe I’ll make my mother proud.”
“Maybe my father will be gone.”
“Maybe I’ll get a phone call or a letter from a friend who misses me.”
“Maybe I’ll confront that bitch in the mirror and tell her that I’m not afraid of her anymore!”
I ask myself what I want to do with my life,
And what I need to do to achieve it.
I do everything I can to bring myself together as I sit and smoke a Marlboro Light,
Watching the smoke rise and drift away…
It reminds me of the thoughts I barely recall having only moments ago,
As they have also taken themselves from focus and disappeared.
I make my way into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I breathe deeply as the steam fills the room and my silk nightgown slips to the floor.
Sighing, I step into the tub and pull the curtain shut.
I try my best to wash away my sadness with the sweet aroma of ginger lily floating about the room…
When all is done and I have dressed and finished my morning routine,
I go about the rest of my average, unsatisfactory day.
No matter what I do or where I go, my mind is still nowhere to be found.
I forget to eat and I forget to keep the promises I make to myself,
I become a complete introvert and it bothers the hell out of me.
I remind myself repeatedly not to be so transparent,
But at the same time I wish desperately for someone to care, even the slightest bit.
Finally I get to go home and I don’t have to deal with other people anymore today.
As I step into my house I figure all will be better tomorrow,
And I make my way back to my room,
Where my empty bed waits for me like an open grave.
And as usual, depression gets the best of me and I close my eyes,
Praying I don’t wake up this time…--
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--The Grrringe
It's too bright outside...*scowling*
