Insanity Is An Inspiration

My world and its flow of time

Travels slow, fast or not at all

Concept of Past Present Future

 Backwards, forwards over and over

 

The sounds of silence

Thoughts spoken not heard

Insanity driven by people

Future inspired by rebellion

 

Feelings arise from fascination

Infatuation caused by possession

The emotions strung by events

Like a tear spread across eyelashes

 

Unique perspectives, ideas

Like fingernails grow and break

Seen from high, low, inside and out

Thrown away when no longer needed

 

Unknown created by fear

Imagination awakened by myth

Difference caused by ideas

Change feared by the unknown

 

 Existence is a preview of life

Blindly driven by want

Need drowning in fire

Fire corrupting our souls

 

Light exposing our world

What you want to see

Outline in the darkness

What the world could be

 

Poem: Living Ghost

Living Ghost
 

I feel nothing

As I sit here

Watching the world

Drift by slowly

 

I breathe the air

But is that enough

To say that I

As a person am alive

 

The children run by

Without a glance

Am I invisible

Or am I a ghost

 

My heart is beating

But is that enough

To know that I

As a person exist

 

I have markings

In my skin, scars

I stare and wonder

Did they bleed

 

I have little memory

But that isn’t enough

To prove that I

As a person lived

 

I walk along

People slip by

In a hurry against time

I have no concern for time

 

I don’t feel cold or warmth

But that doesn’t show

That I as a person

Do not feel

 

This stone I see

Has my name in gold

People I hear cry for me

It can’t be mine I am alive

 

My funeral is fake

For I am here, not dead

I refuse to admit I died

I will not move on I am alive

Poem: The Door

Sitting 

Alone  Staring 

At the floor 

I wait quietly 

For someone To walk in 

Through my door 

Someone Anyone  Just to come 

And make sure 

The anger 

The hurt I feel 

Down to my core 

Alone 

Forgotten  Not loved  Anymore 

Dead and Waiting Forever  For that door   

If the layout looks strange then that’s the fault of the site. I wrote this yesterday when I was angry at my family. The way it is spoken is to rhyme the words floor, door, sure, core and door again. In other word just rhyme the last word on every fourth line with the next verse if that makes sense. 

Poerty: Never Mind

Though your heart may ache a while, never mind
Though your face may lose its smile, never mind
For there's sunshine after rain, and the gladness follows pain.
You'll be happy once again, never mind

I found this on the internet while resurching WWI. I found it really good adivce and just thought I should put it on my site. Oh also any mistakes in the my writing I'm the world's worst speller so just ignore it.

Poem: Forever Forgotten

The boy

No older than eight

In the deserted park

Sat alone and forgotten

He just sat there

By himself

In the playground

He was silent

The clouds were dark

The day was going

I observed casually

And waited

The people left

He was alone

No one was there

Except him and me

It began to rain

Thunder and pour

Night was advancing

Still no one came

I didn’t know

Whether the water

Trickled on his face

Was rain or tears

His expression strong

His eyes scared

 Looking around

For something, anything

 Rain kept falling

The boy cried

For his mother

Who did not come

I grabbed my umbrella

 Looked up the road

The street light flicked

No cars

I looked back

The boy was staring

At me blankly

His face tear stricken

He pointed

I thought at me

I turned around

My ride was here

I climbed in

And looked outside

The boy still watching

Waiting

As we drove

Further away

The lonely boy

Began to fade

The boy I saw

Had gone

He waited too long

As he did everyday

For you see

In my time

He does not live

But he exists

 Don’t forget the boy

No older than eight

Reliveing his misery

Alone and forgotten forever

Poem: My Family The Dead

The bombs were dropped.
Two seconds the explosion hit.
Cowering under the table.
Covering our ears we sit.Unknowing if we were next,
My blood was pumping quick.
As if death was watching me,
Terror that made me sick.

The earth trembled,
My ears pound.
Afraid to open my eyes,
Afraid to look around.

Explosions became louder,
The bombs dropped more near.
A wave of sound and force,
Brought deafness to my ear.

In panic I lay still,
In pain I did not shift.
Scared more wreckage would fall,
A muscle I did not lift.

Forever had passed,
Moved on the planes of war.
With my arm I reach,
To find it there no more.

With a chocking scream,
I stare at my lost arm.
Obliterated up to my shoulder.
My heart racing in alarm.

I look around the rubble,
To notice some pink toes.
I see who they belong to,
My breathing suddenly froze.

My arm no longer concerning,
My mother’s body next to me.
I shook her to wake her,
Her life now ceased to be.

Clouds outside rumbled,
On my skin I felt rain.
The bodies of my family,
Caused my heart great pain.

What used to be my home,
Just a butcher shed.
My home a graveyard.
For my family, the dead.
 

Poem: Beyond What Your Eyes Can See

The sun rises and falls, 

Casting shadows between dark and light. 

The fire burning fire causes death, 

Destroying all leaving only ashes in sight. 

Water ripples and pours, 

Its surface calm but constantly lying.

Under its cover secrets lay dormant,

Deep down water is forever crying.

The earth adapts and forms, 

It’s face bruised and broken apart.

Gives life but sacrifices it’s own,  

Mountains spew blood from the earth’s heart.

Space still and silent, 

Dark and cold like stone. 

Lonely and sadly forgotten,

Cursed to spend eternity unknown and alone. 

 

     

    

    

  

  

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: “To Be Seen Heard Spoken”

“Seen Heard Spoken”

By the old open window,

She sat in the rocking chair.

Rocking ever so slightly,

 Feeling the breeze, breathing the air.

No one knew what she was staring at,

For you see her hands were now her eyes.

Pale and clutching the chair with hope.

Desperately to see out the window she tries.

She couldn’t see the children on the street,

And never knew if it was day or night.

She only knew the world by her hands,

You see she was born without her sight.

She sat their alert and listening,

For the sound she would not hear.

The world was silent around her.

No sound ever came to her ear.

She did not hear the children scream,

Their voices from a different world entire.

She didn’t know they were yelling at her.

Screaming the building was on fire.

The building was warming,

So she went to the creaky door.

She put her hand on the handle,

The fire burst onto the floor.

She felt the smoke burn her lungs,

She ran to the window hurt and weak.

No one heard her cries for help.

  For you see she could not speak.

Then it came to her that she was alone,

No one knew that she was there.

She did the only thing that could be done,

Was to sit back down in her chair.

She rocked backwards and forwards,

Like time had never passed

With a tear on her cheek.

Sitting their like time would always last.

So that is why by the old open window,

She sat in that rocking chair.

Rocking ever so slightly,

 Feeling the breeze and just breathing the air.