whoo am i

10 Aug 2008

·Underdog

creativity intensifys with emotions felt- layers of my heart tear off like wax wen it begins to melt- but still my feet are planted like dead roots- it's hard to move- road is smooth- but still i find the pot holes- speed bumps- steep hills- dull sides of razor blades leave marks but won't kill- trust me i can prove that- would you like to test the steadyness with broken fingers- wrists that can't write- fists that can't fight- angels with broken wings- that can never lift up and take flight- eyes that couldn't see what the mirror hid- ears that couldn't shut out the voices that made me trip- feet that couldn't catch the slip- lips that couldn't even split to say how i felt- thats right- i couldn't stand- didn't know how to grow and be a man- bleachers full of non-believers and one fan- my dreams like bodies with no glands- they won't grow- a damn in my thought process- so it won't flow- like a hot summer day with winds that won't blow- it's lonely in the desert with one plant- no water- and no personality to make me laugh- no pumps- no station- to give me gas- i'm down to my fucking last- my last fucking nerve- not getting wat i deserve- like dinner with no dessert- a long line with no reserve- all i can do is wait- begin to hate- debate wether the hate is worth the wait- but i stay- i stay where things eat at me the most- standing in the middle of a crowd- that toaste to the ghost of a man that stands alone- but when im gone- remember the smile- remember who was the one who'd walk the mile- so you didn't have to walk alone- the hidden path that was shown- remember the laughing- remember the crashing- remember the fact that i could stand the bashing- the lashing from whips that scar the soul- wounds that don't bleed- internal so they cry- stain the way i treat my self and others- -------------I WISH-------------- i could just put that demon to rest- but it lives alone inside my chest- and beats everytime i get beaten- moves faster thru my veins when sumthing happens- finds its way thru my pores to bless the earth- breaths- mutates- and takes form- the pain subsides- vision returns- and i see-------------------------------- THE DEMONS MEEEEEEEEEE..............................

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