At the Bay

Deep in sorrow, sharp in pain, with hopes for a better tommorow. And for the never ending rain to go away. So mabe the burnt soul may feel as if its at a sunny day, at the bay for a day.

Another Poem

Floating down a river, calmly at first. than it became a rush. Soon tossing and turning. And out of control. Soon the calm would come. But before or after the waterfall

Sense

I can not breath, i can not see all i can do is feel am i alive. 
I am no. am i dead. I do not know. are you listening.
 Yes, you can hear. but you are not listening. 
who am i to you?

Sonnet

I shall now have a ablution
From my dreaded shadow
that is the ever dark depression
i shall take it to that meadow
where that darkness shall dread
that soon approaching destruction
where it shall dissolve toe to head
It's very soul faces annihilation
Gone with its long lasting pain
no longer a very quiet, loud
Washed away with the a rain
Left behind a proud cloud
Sitting above a happy joy
For a soul to ever enjoy

Hmm...

Whether, you where Far or Near, I loved you Dear. My forever Star.

Start-up

So, I haven't posted anything too personal last few days. That would because I don't want people to necessarily worry about me. I know it may sometimes seem like I need or want attention, but it is actually the opposite. Lately I have been most defiantly pushing people away, By the end of the week there's no doubt in my mind half the people I do have will be gone. I feel in away its probably for the best at the moment, but only because I need to be able to lift myself up, and not rely on anyone else.

Buried

I felt your life through the months that where forsaken and true
I felt the growth, I grew too
I felt your essence, you where mine
I felt the bond, we where connected
I felt your tears, they where my river
I felt your goodbye, it was my soul