ddr1
23-11-2005, 04:33
Heh, here are two poems I wrote. Please read and review, coment and critise (constructively) etc.
Falling Apart
Maybe I was destined to fail.
Maybe I made a foolish mistake.
Maybe it could have been different.
Maybe... Maybe it was my fault.
I stumble, trip, in the dark,
My light no longer shining.
All my feelings have deserted me.
I'm now forever falling.
Falling, or Failing?
Twisted together as one.
As one, no longer separated.
I wish we hadn’t drifted apart.
Confusion surrounds me,
As time flies past.
This trail seems never ending,
But I continue on.
All my searching,
Seems to wield no avail.
The reason I’m here
It must have been my fault.
I trip once more.
But this time it's different.
My mistake is my saviour.
Maybe now, I've now Fallen Apart.
---
Broken
I cease to see it.
The reason why it happened.
It tortures my dreams.
It's the nightmare of reality.
It controls my feelings.
Sitting on a minute hand.
Spinning on and on.
Out of control.
I watched it grow.
I want it to die.
It wants nothing more.
But to be.
Someday it will end.
But it never seems to come.
It's my worst enemy,
And my best friend.
It has followed me to the end.
But it doesn't want to go.
I am forever tormented.
It is me.
Falling Apart
Maybe I was destined to fail.
Maybe I made a foolish mistake.
Maybe it could have been different.
Maybe... Maybe it was my fault.
I stumble, trip, in the dark,
My light no longer shining.
All my feelings have deserted me.
I'm now forever falling.
Falling, or Failing?
Twisted together as one.
As one, no longer separated.
I wish we hadn’t drifted apart.
Confusion surrounds me,
As time flies past.
This trail seems never ending,
But I continue on.
All my searching,
Seems to wield no avail.
The reason I’m here
It must have been my fault.
I trip once more.
But this time it's different.
My mistake is my saviour.
Maybe now, I've now Fallen Apart.
---
Broken
I cease to see it.
The reason why it happened.
It tortures my dreams.
It's the nightmare of reality.
It controls my feelings.
Sitting on a minute hand.
Spinning on and on.
Out of control.
I watched it grow.
I want it to die.
It wants nothing more.
But to be.
Someday it will end.
But it never seems to come.
It's my worst enemy,
And my best friend.
It has followed me to the end.
But it doesn't want to go.
I am forever tormented.
It is me.