Empty

This feeling I feel,

This dark feeling in my soul.

I feel empty, consumed in hatred and depression.

I just wish this life away,

I can't bear to go on.

I feel this hurt so deep, I feel my blood run cold with fear when I think about it.

Wanting things that are best left untouched,

I need to let go.

I just want to find happiness.

I feel this anger and hurt through my entire being.

I'm so empty and cold, on fire.

I can't help but think that it's my fault

I just need to know that you care.

Please..

I don't know what I'd do without you, and here I am..

Without you.

My Secret Place

I keep my thoughts in a secret place.

Away from eyes to see.

I keep my fears behind my walls, and wish they could be free.

I keep my darkness out of view,

I don't wear it on my sleeve.

I keep my feelings to myself,

so those I love won't leave.

I wish that I could share my thoughts,

not afraid to show the times that I'm

alone and sad,

so those who care would know.

But sadness keeps me in a place

where secrets hide.

My mood changes hues from

light to dark,

like sea foam on the tide.

One Bullet

A man stood before me,
A gun in his hand.
His stance was wide,
His hands shaking.
Sweat poured off his brow,
He was shaking and the gun wobbling.
His finger planted on the trigger,
Omitting a light pressure, as if unsure of whether to shoot or not.

I wasn't scared, just shocked that
HE would do this.
"Uh, could you not point that at me?"
I asked, heart broken.
He shook his head, and gripped it tighter.

He started shaking more,
More sweat, more hesitation.
"Okay, if you're going to shoot, then shoot, I'm tired of
Waiting!"
I exclaimed impatiently, I don't know why.
Perhaps heartache, or not wanting to live if HE
Hated...me.

He hesitated once more, then police burst in,
Shouting and calling for him to "...PUT THE GUN DOWN!!"
I screamed, and a loud, BANG, was a deadly silence.
The world blacked out, but the last thing
I saw was HIM falling, blood coming from his chest.

The last thing I felt, was a pain in MY chest...
All it took, one bullet, two lives, lost love, a misfired gun.
No one should have died, and yet...here I am.


Dead.

My Love

My heart is filled with tender thoughts

My mind races fitfully.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just want you to hold me close.

My head feels about to burst,

My eyes have darkened in restless anger.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just want to be near you,

My pride is strong but about ot break,

My love is growing but nearly spent.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just need you to love me,

My hopes have all but dwindled to nothing,

My dreams have all but faded away.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

Truth be told, I love you,

I'm sick with my love for you,

I'm dying,

I'll die without your love.

Blog Thing 1

Alright, so I'm a poetry addict, and I write it and read it..whatever, I love poetry. This is probably just a place where I'll post my work, so don't like, steal it or anything. If you do, I'll hunt you down.
On to business, here's my first poem/blog! Woo! Enjoy people!

It's always a look that makes me tremble,

It's always a touch that's so arousing.

Even in the darkest room,

My eyes seek to find yours.

It's just a smile that sets my hear afire,

It's just a simple caress that makes me sigh.

Even I thought hat things would change,

given time.

It's never enough just to say the words.

It's never enough just to be held close.

Even I'm selfish enough to admit

that I want you, and won't settle for less.

It's the way you look at me as if nothing else matters,

It's the way you smile so mischievously.

Even though I love you, sometimes,

I wonder if you feel the same.