+20How did we get here..
Nothing left to do..
What’s wrong, it means nothing;
I love you.
Nothing, anymore.
A lit window, an open door.
Trying so hard,
Can’t say what you mean,
It means nothing.
Among so many,
Yet so few,
Mean it when I say it..
I love you.
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
+24Watch them fall,
Empty promises meant nothing,
Never kept, never hidden.
Find glory for us all,
Try to be something,
Because what we are is forbidden.
No one will help because we live in this earth,
Maybe someday you’ll give them what they deserve.
Write your sorrows,
Your pen is your pain.
Those things you steal and borrow,
Still nothing to gain.
Such a beautiful painting you’ve done,
On a canvas of skin.
The ink is your blood,
With a blade you use again, and again.
You promised you’d tell,
You promised you would..
It hurts just to speak,
But you know that you should.
Letting her down,
You hate being like this.
You throw your crown,
Her heart.. You almost missed.
On the floor she falls,
You start to cry.
You’ve gotten rid of it all,
You don’t even know why..
So your canvas is filled,
Your life’s work content.
Your blood has been spilled,
Your happiness was on rent.
What once was a beautiful picture,
Now just a detail of the things you threw away..
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
+24As I sit,
I stare across the sea..
Feel water take my emotions,
As waves crash over me.
Lost in my simple games,
What would you do?
Where would you be?
Nothing’s ever the same.
So many memories,
Do you even miss me?
My emotions flood me,
As I tear my eyes from the scene..
I stare across the sea..
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
+11Bury your head,
Bury yourself deep.
Hate the secrets you have to keep.
Love and lust,
Fake and fear.
Ask her “What’s wrong, dear?”
You hate this life, this love, this hate.
Begging them to cooperate.
Try it once..
Try it twice.
The sound of a getaway is so nice..
The secrets you hate, you never told..
The blade and pain is getting old.
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
+9I feel my limbs,
I hear you call.
Give me one wish,
Just promise me this.
Will you catch me when I fall?
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
+10Sun’s light covers me..
Soaring through the sky,
To be a in a fake sense of “Free”.
Why is the only thing I hear from you,
Is “Take these wings and fly.”?
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
