SuaveStar Posted October 6, 2008 Report Share Posted October 6, 2008 Well I wrote this during college. Tell me what you think. Forever not knowing where I begin. Only knowing that one day I will end. My soul feels nothing but darkness and death. It does not feel pain. It cannot feel happiness. It is not even able to feel it's own existence. My soul is like me. It is alone, one day it will be gone. Just like me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DCAUFan1051 Posted October 7, 2008 Report Share Posted October 7, 2008 very good suave! I've posted one of my poems from my first published book under my Twists of Faith & Fate thread in self promotion if ya want take a look Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 8, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 8, 2008 very good suave! I've posted one of my poems from my first published book under my Twists of Faith & Fate thread in self promotion if ya want take a look Thanks DCAU. I think I'm just going to post stuff randomly in here from now on. I read your poems and I quite like them. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 10, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 10, 2008 More poetic bollocks from the mind of a Suave guy: It's over My soul is shattered One more left One more One more time to be able to block it out One more till I will have to face it by myself. One more time until I lose One more time What if their isn't one more time What if their never was Maybe this is inevitable Maybe it is all coming to an end Maybe I could never stop it One more left and that is it I will be alone No I am alone No I was always alone It's now time to realise that I have always and will always be alone Their is no saving me I am like dust in the wind Never returning Never reappearing Leaving just moments after I arrived Not changing anything Not improving things Not altering anything Just like dust in the wind Just like me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 12, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 12, 2008 Whatever you consider to be reality is fake Whatever you consider to be false Is that way Their is no right or wrong answer Only the decisions we choose to make So whether a decision is right or wrong Really depends on you My decision was wrong My world is all wrong And that is right Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 12, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 12, 2008 They say a true test of a man Is now how many times he falls But how many times he can pick himself up A boy may fall But a man will get back up The truest test is not the one we expect But the one that you fear the most The one that you cannot see You can't describe But you know it's there The greatest fear is not what we don't see It's what we refuse to see. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 12, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 12, 2008 Water is a bringer of life Water can also take life away It can cleanse the soul It can send the soul away The true power of water is not fathomable You can not know until you see rush across your face Feel the water rush into your lungs With each breath you ask for more With each breath you see it go Someone will notice you That I can guarantee But whether your soul is still there Is not for me to decide Only for the water down your soul it will slide Your soul is cleansed now You do not feel pain anymore Like a wave The water has let you soar You are no longer alone You are set free As when you are in the water It is just you and me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SuaveStar Posted October 14, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 Well I wrote this while going in circles on the subway today. I know their shit. Obsession Just saying the word feels wrong Like a snake in the grass It is ready to pounce And consume you Obsessed The term is greatly exaggerated You are obssessed with something You have an obsession Obsessions can be good They can keep you on track Stop you from forgetting what is truly important But it can also be venomous It can poison your soul It can consume you And when it does that It cannot be stopped When you are consumed by it Their is nowhere left to run Nowhere left to hide Because you are no longer you You are obsession You are the obsession You are just another victim Another victim of obsession/b] Poem 2: Do you see reality? Do you feel it? Is it real? What is sanity? Do you feel it? Is it real? Of course it isn't Nothing is real Nothing is false You are not real You are not false You are not here You are not there What are you? In one way I could be here In another way I could be there Then again I could be nowhere Then again I could be everywhere If I feel pain I must be real If I feel nothing Then am I fake Who decides what is real and what is fake You Me Everyone No one Poem 3: The well is dry I am done No one can stop destiny Destiny is reality You cannot escape reality You cannot escape destiny Anything you do Cannot stop it from happening It is destiny It is your reality You do not control it You never did Poem 4: Green with envy I envy you Walking away Being able to feel anger Able to feel sad Able to feel happy Able to live your life Inside the world Not inside your head You do not worry about what I think You do not care about what I see You are human And I I am not like you I am not human I am just there Worst of all You do not even care Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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