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By Koby
I don't remember when I wrote this, seems I didn't date it, but here's another poem from my teenage years.
Who Am I?
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What shall I be?
My past is clouded,
A mystery.
Who am I,
Without a memory,
Faded and gone,
Throughout the century.
Who am I,
What is my destiny?
Who was I?
And who shall I be?
What is the mark,
I'll leave on history?
What was it in the past,
And now, what will it be?
So many asked questions,
But with no reply.
Now the past and future,
a knot will tie.
What has happened,
Will be again.
How can I be prepared?
And what will I do then?
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By Koby
I don't remember when I wrote this, seems I didn't date it, but here's another poem from my teenage years.
Never Ends
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Funny and Ironic how the people that can afford things
are the ones that get them for free
Pathetic and Moronic how the people that claim to be tough
always seem to flee
The crowds that seem to pass me
so very endlessly
and no one seems to care
about my misery
Yet I smile at them
and try to be happy
look past all the bullshit
as happy as can be
But no one takes a step back
Insults always sent
why everyone's so heartless
this cycle never ends
Sad and so Frustrating how everyone I see
pretend it's all alright and always try to be
an image of perfection in everybody's eyes
Yet they won't admit it's all fucking lies
Sick and so Traumatic how the only person here
that understands the world always lives in fear
is the person that gets picked on everyday at school
reasons are because they're just flat out uncool
I can't take another word
of the sanity I lack
so just skip the small talk
and stab me in the back
I feel so fucking dead inside
like If I had sold my soul
I would've gladly done it
if peace was in return
But no one heeds my warnings
or regrets what they've said
Nothing's gonna change
this cycle never ends
the pain, the loss, the misery
the death, the sickness, the agony...
brother, sister hear me out
what is all this shit about?
I won't become a martyr
for all the things you've done
I stood up and fought alone
while all you did was run
It's all over now
I've fought and I have lost
No one really cares about
the sentimental cost
So wallow in your world of lies
While someone plans about
the demise of your entire life
and how to take you out
you can't escape the rage of those whose words they bend
all you have to know is that the cycle never ends.
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By Koby
I figured I may as well post this one here. I have posted all my past poems here. All I see people post now days though is stories involving forum members. This section is more than just stories and being the last poem I wrote, I thought what the heck? So here it is. The title is kind of corny thinking back on everything. Everlasting Love? Is there really such a thing? I use to believe so, but it seems like every day we drift further apart.
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By Koby
Written by: Koby
Date: March 16, 2009
Meaning of the Word Love
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I look over at you
I see nothing but a shadow
of what we once were
I never understood
how we could let this happen
from the moment that we met
there was stars in your eyes
we were perfect for each other
forget all the cliches
throw them out the window
what we had was true
true love, or so we had thought
looking back, we must have been really naive
that kind of love could never exist
it was straight out of a fairy tale
we were foolish, naive, to ever think it would last
what is love for that matter
it seems it's just a meaningless word...
can it really not mean a thing
all the time we spent together
I'm looking back...
I can no longer see
except for a pitch black shadow
it seems to be looming over me
it's like death knocking on my door
I can't continue to exist
I can't be with you
but I can't live without you
We were never meant to be together
but I've fallen for you
That time has come and gone
is love really just a meaningless phrase
tossed around day after day
I was sitting here waiting in my room
pondering lifes... loves questions
Chemistry... we were nothing without it.
It wasn't suppose to be...
I see that now..
Maybe I'll get over it
So this is adios.
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By Koby
Written by: Koby
Date: December 23, 2008
(Note: First poem I wrote in like 2 or 3 years)
Live Before I Die
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Life just seems to fly by
days, weeks, even years
It seems to just be skipping past
Will I ever live before I die?
That question keeps coming to mind
No answer, nothing, time just goes on
Another day, another week, another year
I'm in a glass cage, watching the years go by
When I'm gone, I wont be missed
Nothing left behind to remind others of me
I'm a nothing, I had no life
It skipped right past me, and I watched it
Seems only yesterday I was 15,
Now I'm 19 wondering where the years have gone
Life just seems to fly by
days, weeks, even years
It seems to just be skipping past
Will I ever live before I die?
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