Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
In life I am misunderstood,
I am a creature of confusion,
I do not understand the world I live in,
Was I put here by mistake?
Or is there a purpose of me?
In an attempt to understand a mindset I wrote that bit of poetry. Trying to understand I asked myself the following.
What is differing in the mind of a killer?
Are they not like everyone else?
Are they not someone that was pushed over the edge by society?
What makes one person turn out this way is it just a state of mind?
Are we all capable of this?
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
I’m not afraid of tomorrow
I’m only scared of myself
Feels like my insides are on fire
And I’m looking through the eyes of someone else
Yes they are lyrics from a song, but there is something about it that just sticks with me, I’m not sure what it is. But it just rings try, possible from past mistakes or just from observing others interactions.
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Darkness, it swallows me up whole
Covers me in its cool, familiar feeling
Makes me feel safe
In this world I feel unsuited
But in this darkness I feel at home.
I lost my light in my room, and I felt so comfortable with it out, I just felt completely alone and isolated from the world and I wrote the above words, I don’t think it’s a poem but it’s a description of how I felt.
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
I’m only happy when I dream at night,
’cause all I dream is you.
It’s the only time of the day
When I’m not feeling blue.
I dream of your love, tenderness,
And embrace…
That beautiful smile on your face.
I dream of the time we were together.
It makes me feel so good…
Really special.
When I wake you’re not around,
And I feel blue again.
But I know, when I close my eyes
At night…
I’ll dream of you again.
From a very dark place this poem sprouted, looking back at it, It’s not to bad, but I didn’t post it earlier because I didn’t feel it was a good time to post it
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Dreams from the heart… whisper to the soul.
You stay on my mind… wherever I go.
My body aches… to hold you through the night,
to feel you touch my face… at each morning’s light.
I want you near me… all through my life,
with a promise of staying… even through strife.
I wonder if I’ve told you… what feelings will embark?
For then you would know… these were Dreams from the Heart.
I’m not quite sure how i feel about this poem, everytime i read it, i think there should be more, but considering i havn’t posted in awhile, i will post this one
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Hiding In My Room, Like It’s My Own Corner
There I Dream, Feel And Drift Into Myself
Through It All I Feel You Against My Skin
Like The Voices That I Hear Seeping Into My Brain
No Matter Where I Go, I Never Escape
I Will Feel All Your Pain And All Your Happiness
Its Like A Poison That Will Never Heal
I Wonder Why You’re Always With Me
Although I Try Numbing Your Pain
Even If I Run In The Hope To Not Feel Anything
No Matter What Happens I Will Always Feel You
I Will Need You Always
Have you ever felt that connection with someone where you feel like they are always with you. I admit this was inspired by the song Always by The Butterfly Effect and it has some similar words
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Existence Seems Like It Just Drifts By
Understanding That I’m Not Making A Difference
Dreaming That Everything I Do Will Be Fulfilling
On Tenterhooks Of Leave My Mark On This World
Motivating Someone Life Making Them Struggle On
Sensing That Special Connection
Construction Character And Memories Of Ecstasy
Succeeding In The Career Choices
Viewing The Perfection Of Life You Have Made
Starting At Step One?
This poem, i’m not very happy with but its not as dark and gloomy as everything else, so i thought i would prove that i’m not all depressing. Its a poem about sitting here and watching the world pass me by and wanting to make a difference to my life
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
As I Lie Here In Bed
Staring Into The Darkness
Things Start To Become Clear
Like Images Projected On My Ceiling
I See My Past, I Imagine My Future
Feels Like A Coldness Creeping Over Me
It Seems Like Nothing By An Unsolved Puzzle
I Try To Put Pieces Together, But Never Succeed
The Whole Picture Is To Abstract To Comprehend
But Then I Feel Something That Relieves Me
The Warmth Of My Blood Inside
Then I Know I’m Still Alive
I Will See The Full Picture In Due Time
Sometimes i find emotions, and thoughts just race through my head, not knowing that to make of it, i decided to let it just come out onto paper
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
As Days Drift By Me
I Wonder If My Life Is Dying
Do I Still Have Direction
Is My Love Truly Pure
Are My Emotions Controlling Me
Or Is My Mind Playing Tricks On Me
I Wonder If I’m Doing The Right Things
Or Am I Just Going From Day To Day
Remembering The Times I Aimed For My Dreams
Now They Seem So Far Out Of Reach
Numbness Feels Like It’s Only Part Of Me
Darkness Is A Word I Would Use To Describe This
I Cry Out For Something To Change This
Is There Anyone That Can Save Me
Or Am I Just Needing To Face My Destiny
And Force Myself Into Thriving
With Help Or With Out It
I Will Push To Break This Mind Set
After watching the movie Basketball Diaries, which is about a kid that got so messed up with drugs and after cleaning up went on to writing about his struggles through poetry. I felt inspired to write down my personal struggle, it may not be any good, but it was inspired and came out all at once, just how it is written, i didn’t edit it after, it seemed pure in its ruggedness
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Hearts Thumping
Emotions Weakening
Heads Whirling
Intellect’s Plummeting
Breath’s Racing
Life’s Failing
Palms Dampening
But Love Carries Me
This was the first time I ever wrote a poem, so I hope it’s alright. I think it’s a fair reflection of me. I was inspired to write poetry by someone very close to me, and i’ve been writing ever since, although its only a few days ago, its be very therapeutic, it made it easy to express myself.
