Some of my poems and thought

Hey Colonial, what's up?

 

It's okay. I find that when I'm looking for inspiration, it doesn't come easily. I just have sit back and relax, and take a break from writin. When I know I'm ready to go back, I can write something.

 

The following three poems are a trilogy. Please do not post untill I'm done.
Irin #5
Here I am

Here I am, lost and lonely,
feeling one, feeling only.
Wishing hard with all my might,
here I am in dark of night.

Here I am, just over here.
Can't you see me? I'm so near,
lost in this unknowing place,
lost without your friendly face.

Here I am, waiting for you.
Here I am, so cold, so blue.
Don't dare go, so far away.
Stay with me, for one more day.

Here I am, tears in my eyes.
You walk away, that's no surprise,
I wonder now, if this could be.
Am I here? Is this me?

 

Irin#6

I know I'm here

I know I'm here, the pain is real.
If I am not how can I feel?
Shakeing now, the moments lost.
One mistake, has so much coast.

I know I'm here, alive, and well,
though with my heart it's hard to tell.
You and I was all that mattered,
and with you gone my dreams are scattered.

I know I'm here, my world I'd spinning,
I'm so confused, my hearts not winning.
Then and now, no turning back.
I'm looking forward, count on that.

I know i'm here, and I'm still shocked.
You walked away, your heart was locked.
I must be strong, I have to try,
I know I'm here. I will survive.

 

Irin #7

Made of Stone

I feel my heart, it's made of stone.
I guess that happens when your alone.
Rain could fall, fall from the sky,
but should it matter? I don't see why.

You ask me now, how I let go,
when there was much so long ago.
You look at me, into my eyes.
I look at yours, and I see lies.

And even when you beg and plead,
and go so low, down on your knee,
I look away, for, I can't withstand,
how somone like you won't understand.

It's a fact, stone makes my heart.
What else would happen? We were apart
Two seperat souls, two seperate ways.
I made it work, survived those days.

And even though the sun must set,
I'm happy I feel, not one regret.
But know the facts. I'm done with you.
Live with it, and know, were through.



The end

 

Okay, go ahead and post now.

 

Thanks. this was actually something I wrote during the summer.

 

Bump...

 

Np. The way I see it, this thread should not be aloud to reach the 2nd page. This is one of my fav threads.
And I'm sure you'll get a new poem soon. Just write about the stuff you know, the stuff you don't know, and all the stuuf in between.

 

Good luck colonial! May your pencils stay sharp and your pens be full of ink!