The Time was...
By: Tony Evenson
A man walked into his home. A bottle of alcohol in his left hand, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and missing another button. Untucked. His overcoat torn too but tied by a strap and covered in the alcohol and vomit that had come from him and his friends. Walking over to his sink he tosses the bottle inside and shatters it. Vomiting again, he staggered across his livingroom to the hallway. Looking over to see a picture of a women on the wall. Her hazel green eyes hidden behind her glasses and dark brown hair. He only stared, thinking...
"It's not what it was. It's what it has always been, hurt pa
The stars above,
They know your story.
Countless times repeated to them.
You feel sad,
Yet are not alone.
I watch your tears,
Falling so slowly.
I wipe them away with your fears.
By your side,
I sit and rest,
Holding your hand in mine.
Looking up into your hidden face,
Seeling your real side.
You are strong,
Never to doubt that you are.
And if you struggle,
Forever if there be a need,
I shall be there.
To hold you up,
To give you my strength.
Forever shall I be yours.
Forever shall I be here for you.
And so I wait,
For you and your heart.
Watching it crumble in front of me.
I catch each peace as it falls to the floor,
Stopping you from losing it forever.
Giving you mine for you to use,
As time goes on while I fix yours.
No matter how long it takes,
No matter how long you wait,
Not caring what the cost can be.
Never again will I let it break.
Never to let you shed a tear of sorrow.
I will fight for you,
And you alone.
My heart,
Once filled with compassion and hope,
Once filed with love,
Crumbles under the pressure of Darkness.
My heart left hollow,
Left to wither into dust,
Filling me slowly with sorrow,
With the seemingly everlasting pain.
I wait,
Wishing for death,
Wishing to find a way for the pain to end.
My answer comes, or so I thought.
The answer in silence,
What I thought was love,
Is nothing but despair.
When all hope is gone, and I realized the truth,
The real darkness of the heart.
Strength Of Each Other by VengefulShinobi, literature
Literature
Strength Of Each Other
The begining was simple.
Smiles and kisses,
Talking on the phone and missing each other.
Living each day with no worries.
Days turned to weeks,
Weeks to months then years.
We grew and stood with one another.
Our happiness grew and faded.
Fighting on the horizon,
Doubts struck us both.
Time after time,
Second after second,
We thought and thought,
Knowing it would only do no good.
The one option so easy to do.
But only one question staying in mind.
Is it worth the pain of loss?
And the thoughts changed,
Ambitions and dreams stopped.
Only you stayed in my mind.
Your smiles,
Your laugh.
Memories flood my mind.
All the times
The Time was...
By: Tony Evenson
A man walked into his home. A bottle of alcohol in his left hand, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and missing another button. Untucked. His overcoat torn too but tied by a strap and covered in the alcohol and vomit that had come from him and his friends. Walking over to his sink he tosses the bottle inside and shatters it. Vomiting again, he staggered across his livingroom to the hallway. Looking over to see a picture of a women on the wall. Her hazel green eyes hidden behind her glasses and dark brown hair. He only stared, thinking...
"It's not what it was. It's what it has always been, hurt pa
Strength Of Each Other by VengefulShinobi, literature
Literature
Strength Of Each Other
The begining was simple.
Smiles and kisses,
Talking on the phone and missing each other.
Living each day with no worries.
Days turned to weeks,
Weeks to months then years.
We grew and stood with one another.
Our happiness grew and faded.
Fighting on the horizon,
Doubts struck us both.
Time after time,
Second after second,
We thought and thought,
Knowing it would only do no good.
The one option so easy to do.
But only one question staying in mind.
Is it worth the pain of loss?
And the thoughts changed,
Ambitions and dreams stopped.
Only you stayed in my mind.
Your smiles,
Your laugh.
Memories flood my mind.
All the times
My heart,
Once filled with compassion and hope,
Once filed with love,
Crumbles under the pressure of Darkness.
My heart left hollow,
Left to wither into dust,
Filling me slowly with sorrow,
With the seemingly everlasting pain.
I wait,
Wishing for death,
Wishing to find a way for the pain to end.
My answer comes, or so I thought.
The answer in silence,
What I thought was love,
Is nothing but despair.
When all hope is gone, and I realized the truth,
The real darkness of the heart.
The stars above,
They know your story.
Countless times repeated to them.
You feel sad,
Yet are not alone.
I watch your tears,
Falling so slowly.
I wipe them away with your fears.
By your side,
I sit and rest,
Holding your hand in mine.
Looking up into your hidden face,
Seeling your real side.
You are strong,
Never to doubt that you are.
And if you struggle,
Forever if there be a need,
I shall be there.
To hold you up,
To give you my strength.
Forever shall I be yours.
Forever shall I be here for you.
And so I wait,
For you and your heart.
Watching it crumble in front of me.
I catch each peace as it falls to the floor,
Stopping you from losing it forever.
Giving you mine for you to use,
As time goes on while I fix yours.
No matter how long it takes,
No matter how long you wait,
Not caring what the cost can be.
Never again will I let it break.
Never to let you shed a tear of sorrow.
I will fight for you,
And you alone.
Im view myself as, well, me. I write what comes things around me. At times it is different, and others, has great meaning that run deeper and make you think. Each poem I write has come from my heart at one time in my life, imaging a time in my life, and also some have ones that image other peoples lives that I wrote and manage to describe situations they felt were important to them. This made them realize I do understand them, and made them feel better. I always write in free verse, and it usually has something to do with an element.
Current Residence: Neverwhere Favourite genre of music: Rock/Heavy Rock Favourite style of art: Undecided
How is it that I am so different from everybody else? How can it be that I can't find a single answer about me? The poetry shows so much about me but never has the answer, it only raises more questions. The way I see the world, the way I can see everything, I can't understand the things I was meant for, but know I have a meaning. A purpose with no direction. An arrow in flight with no destination... Hey thats not bad.. inner thoughts. This has become my home, sanctuary of sorts.
I know, I know, I know. Im wierd, but riddle me this! Am I the only one that can feel the emotions of another? Am I the only one that can honestly say that I feel anothers pain when they are upset, scared or happy? Am I the only person alive, able to level with them, know the story that makes them feel the way they do without ever having to hear their story? I can only hope not.
Just started this.. I was recommended by a friend to come here and put my poetry on here... Yeah yeah people make fun of guys who write poetry (only cuz they suck at life) and I don't care. I write what I write, and make myself feel better and become better in my own ways. Some people say that I'm wierd and different. Well, as soon as you can find any person that is 'normal' I'll definetly be offended. That, and curious as to how normal can be real if everybody is different.
This is my new sanctuary. :)