Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Habit45, Feb 5, 2006.

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  1. Habit45

    Habit45 Guest

    I see you've found that death is for real
    I found that gun once and it taught me to feel

    I ditched my swift tricks, replaced them with steel
    You still gonna analyse me
    go ahead, i'm real

    The heart don't respond no more
    but it never misses a beat
    I know its there, it just can't care.

    does this mean i'm not real?
    I don't blurt out my feelings no more
    last time i did, i met my whore

    I miss her now she's gone
    But her habits and her soul live on
    If only she were clean

    Oh wait a second,
    My feelings are on show once more
    Please leave me lover

    The eyes in the back
    of my head will win one day
    Untill then, I'll always be a whore
    Last edited: Feb 5, 2006
  2. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    that was a great poem...

    I really enjoyed reading it...

    I felt the emotion that was meant to go through to the reader...

    Great job!
  3. Habit45

    Habit45 Guest

    Thanks, I was trying to sound confused in that poem whilst having a grasp of whats really happened to me.
  4. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    sometimes sounding confused to the writer, means a lot to them, but the person who understands the emotions in the poem, it helps ease the pain that they are feeling...That is what I found!
  5. Habit45

    Habit45 Guest

    Glad to know you found something in their you can relate to. the creativeness in the things it made you think about are just as much yours as they are mine.
  6. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

  7. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    fab poem :D
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