a rush, but not yet touched.
pain, but not yet felt
yearn, but for what?
looking, past a distance
thoughts, but they're empty
bleeding, but just to live
listening, but not yet heard
shocked, like electric currents
staring, but its blank
playing tricks, but no magician
continuing on, but no direction.
Daniela's Blog
Monday, November 26, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
poem 8
i don't exactly know what it is
i cant quite put my finger on it
its these emotions pulsating through my veins
i'm so angry and infuriated.
than i'm depressed and upset.
i don't know what to do with myself
it feels like i'm going crazy
i don't know how to feel anymore
i wish i could make myself numb
numb to the fury and numb to sadness
didn't have to feel what i didn't want to
don't want to see things that will break my heart
i feel like an ocean deep and wide with emotion
like any moment they are going to pour out of my pores
it is a mix of everything i can feel
and i don't know how to make it stop
why am i feeling this way
why does things have to happen like this
why cant i press a reverse button on my life
but instead my insides, are running in fast forward
i cant quite put my finger on it
its these emotions pulsating through my veins
i'm so angry and infuriated.
than i'm depressed and upset.
i don't know what to do with myself
it feels like i'm going crazy
i don't know how to feel anymore
i wish i could make myself numb
numb to the fury and numb to sadness
didn't have to feel what i didn't want to
don't want to see things that will break my heart
i feel like an ocean deep and wide with emotion
like any moment they are going to pour out of my pores
it is a mix of everything i can feel
and i don't know how to make it stop
why am i feeling this way
why does things have to happen like this
why cant i press a reverse button on my life
but instead my insides, are running in fast forward
Monday, November 5, 2012
poem 7
City of turmoil, as far as the eye can see.
Battered and damaged, everything in ruins.
No home to come home to, family spread apart.
Only emotion left inside is hope.
Lets work out a system.
Maybe you can help me, and I help you?
There might not be much more we can do.
It seems as though a paradise has been
Turned upside down.
Mother nature destroying our world.
Emotionally and physically drained.
Who knew it would be mission impossible.
An attempt to get back on our feet.
So we bow our heads to the storm that
Destroyed us.
Maybe it’s a sign, that nobody is safe.
So where do we go from here?
When all you own is in the ground..
The only way to rebuilt is up.
If you try to look back, you may not
Have the ability to remember.
It all happened so fast.
It all turned into dust.
Monday, October 29, 2012
poem 6
Standing at the bay.
Grey skies above and far.
Too much open space for thoughts
To roam.
Waves seem to crash all around.
Tears begin to contour my cheeks.
Thoughts begin to consume my mind.
Like the ways of the waves, they flow
Than crash.
Like a car on a high speed chase.
Feel the wind through your hair
Than all of a sudden, CRASH.
The leaves begin to swirl off the ground
The winds begin to pick up.
It feels as though a presence is there.
Surrounding the perimeters
But, not quite.
The mind goes blank for a moment.
Or maybe two.
Chose to sit down free my legs.
Finally I feel at peace.
Monday, October 22, 2012
poem 5
So what do you do when it all falls apart?
Do you crash and burn, do you break your heart.
It like a tornado brushing through a town.
Complete silence, not a sound.
But when the sunshine comes out, is it all over?
Nobody left around, just a barren land.
So it seems, we’re all alone in the world.
What do we show for it, Just sad broken self?
When life gets thrown upside down.
Pick up the pieces and walk the other way.
What may be in your arms yesterday
Wont be here today.
It feels as through the worlds drowning.
Everyone feels like self loathing.
But what happens when that’s not you?
How can you get back up to surface when you’re
At the bottom and theirs no air left in your lungs.
Natural disaster it really is.
Saddest face you’ve ever seen.
A broken heart, no soul left.
Ripping at the seams.
Monday, October 15, 2012
poem 4
Reality, Reality who do I really see?
Who’s that voice inside of me?
Maybe I’m thinking about who I want to be
Not who I am realistically.
Can anybody see that side of me?
The angel and devil on the left and right of me?
That little girl that hides in me?
The people who confide in me?
But what if I stayed true to me?
Didn’t have any clues or dreams.
Stayed away from what I couldn’t be.
And saw some things I shouldn’t seen.
But maybe its all a fantasy.
Or maybe its all reality.
This life could be old news to me.
But than again who are you to me?
Maybe there is more than what I cant see.
A paradise that sounds so sweet.
Really is there a reality?
But than I wonder.. who is ME?
Monday, October 8, 2012
poem 3
You make me happy, that's nothing new.
So in love I am with you.
Almost 2 years together, can hardly believe it.
A future together, I know we'll achieve it.
I know we're young and we have a ways to go.
But for you I'd walk a thousand miles to and fro.
Young love, puppy love people may think.
We work out through fights, surpass any kinks.
We are in love, I know its true.
Yes I know, I love you.
So in love I am with you.
Almost 2 years together, can hardly believe it.
A future together, I know we'll achieve it.
I know we're young and we have a ways to go.
But for you I'd walk a thousand miles to and fro.
Young love, puppy love people may think.
We work out through fights, surpass any kinks.
We are in love, I know its true.
Yes I know, I love you.
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