Lost-souls-poetry

Common sense connotes the fact, you don’t realize what you had, until you lose it. My heart told me I was right, my salvation wasn’t to be found within you. I lost my ticket to the ride, another girl got it from the stars. The moon looks down at me, it’s wondering if I’m regretting. I wonder too, cause I’ve been pushed around. chorus: You were my dependable one, you were my support of a boy, I couldn’t have search the vast back then, and found another one like you. We trusted and we told, we were two lost souls. I crossed you off but I never forgot. You just weren’t on that list. Regret is wha

The falling of titans begins with a single thing, a single word or action. The world is coming to an end, not by weapons or enimies, not by wars and tragidies, not by anything that nature can concieve, but by the things we dish out. The world is falling under the wieght of cities and buildings of unimaginable cost, by cell phones and attention spans ranging from one to two seconds. Can we really say we have not killed this planet? The written past and the unforgiving lovers of past crimes and past triumphs, they weep for the lack of life and creativity. They cry for the losses of our generation. The future holds no bounds? W

Somtimes I feel completely lost. Maybe it’s because when I look in your eyes, I feel like I could be safe, though in reality it wouldn’t be that dramatic. But our minds usually make us think unrealistic thoughts. I’m so deep sunken into the love for you that I can’t go back. It’s been like this for so long. And every time I try to deny it, it comes back to me, like a lighting and my heart beats loud like thunders. I don’t know what to do anymore. My mind won’t stop thinking about your chocolate eyes. Every time I look into them I melt. And my mind won’t stop thinking about you. You seem like

I can't breath I can't see There is nothing left here for me My whole life I lived a lie Now all I need is to die There is nothing left in my life I spend it all in a constant strife

I stare blankly through the window No one knows or feels my sorrow I dream of a world... Where I always had friends and I'd never cry Where I always loved and never wished to die Where I didn't run away and if I did,  was missed If I could go to that world, I would be blessed But this world could never be shown This is all a world of my own

Happiness – It ain't for real Love – I can not feel Rage – It's boiling inside Sadness – From which I can't hide Hate – I feel it so strong Death – Just a morbid song Religion – Like poisonous smoke Life – Just a sinister joke

You think you're so great, You think you're chosen by the Fate Chosen to be a great Hero, But you're just another Zero Everyone tries to make you see the Truth But Wisdom has no effect on Youth You don't care what we say, You just walk away “Grow up! Are you a child or a man?” People say and do whatever they can To help you out of your world of Imagination, That they fail is no sensation And now, you believe that you can't die Oh, what  a lie! You climb up a tree, so tall, To prove that you cannot fall And fall, you will 'Cause insanity was your only skill And when you fall You'll realize that Death is equal to al

Just as the moon begins to rise, I turn to you, And tell you how I feel, With a tear in your eye you break free from my grip, And in a flash you turn away, and run. At first i was hurt by you reaction, But then i realize, This was hours ago, I look out side to see it was raining, And it reminded me of the tears I saw on her face. I race outside, I need to find her, To make sure she got home o.k, To find out if shes out in the rain, I called her house but there's no answer. I looked all over the city, Checking every place you might be, Until I find you at the place we first met, Siting on the stares that leads to the park. I wa

I dream in color. Maybe sometimes black and white. I seem to favour sepia in the middle of the night. At times I dream of wakening To a cold dark empty room. But times its that one dream That leaves the feeling of doom. I dream in color. But not every night, you see. An odd life, it seems. What other kind would i lead? Some nights I lay awake, all night Thinking of what could be said. But how I wish I could really go to bed. I dream in color. Its too good to be. Sometimes its not enough When I dream of you and me.

Will you just sit there and watch me bleed? Go around like your Nobel stead? Was my heart really something of need? Or something for you to feed? Is strutting me around on a golden lead A fashion statement of a different creed? I'm a toy for you indeed, A simple pleasure for you to seed? Well, here I am, so watch me bleed. You really aren't my Nobel stead. I realized you weren't of need. My heart is mine, and mine alone, to feed. A new life, without you, I'll lead. I really hated your stupid creed, It was ridicules, indeed. So here I am, not yours to seed. As I sit here and watch you bleed.