| Featured Writer |
| Nabeel |
| Untitled That guy you love could break your soul But you don't mind the pain you hold That guy you love could break you down But it's alright when he pushes you around And every time he hurts you You coming running over to me Come running for a hug and Running for some sympathy But you say that you and I can't be Because I'm all bandaged and bloody Somebody broke me somebody broke me I broke myself to make you happy. |
| Scatter All of my thoughts they spill onto the page, And I just cannot organize a thing. And I would love to rhyme a word or two, But it seems so contrived to me when read. I've tried and tried to write the things I feel. But I just end up throwing it away. When done it all just comes out as garbage Because it's not what I wanted to say. Hey look! Hey look! Would you look at that there? I somehow managed to make up a rhyme! Maybe just maybe I'm getting better; I guess I should try it a second time. But see even now I feel so scattered; Like my brain just cannot communicate. My heart, you see, it just feels so shattered, But I can't seem to put that on the page. And since I don't know why I feel this way, I thought writing it down would help a bit. But it is just like this day after day Where clouds roll in and my skin doesn't fit. And sometimes I feel that no eloquence Could describe the thoughts that I feel and think. There exist no words or phrases that Could portray the many ways that I sink. A lot of the time it feels like drowning. Or maybe hanging just above the pool. And the water is creativity And I am just out of reach like a fool. See those last four lines were not very good. And the rhyme itself was really contrived. But why is it that I write in just fours? Why not in threes or maybe even fives? But now again on a tangent I go, When I am simply just trying to write. Write about not being able to write Because it looks like that has been my plight. And plight? Come on, who has ever said that? Isn't it clear I'm at a loss for words? I might as well just go and end it here As opposed to finishing my last verse. Failed again it would seem now, Because I never ended it right there. I kept on going like an idiot, And you look now this is going nowhere. At first, you see, there might have been some thought; A muster of something alive and new. But there was no creativity here, Just a boring poem about the blues. It is so hard to write down how I feel. Before I could just pour it in a cup. But now it is all so complicated. That's it! I've had it! I'm giving up. |
| Pathos You wear this mask of shame To hide just what's inside And I always try my best To see just what you have to hide A past that you cannot realize? A tale that you cannot show my eyes? Because deep down inside I can see a tragedy But was it something that happened Or just your inner beauty? A beauty that you cannot see Something that you cannot grasp Because you all think that you're ugly And hide behind an uglier mask It seems everyday that you understand That you expected too much from the world A world convincing you that you're so bad To be an ordinary girl With an extraordinary soul put away With an extraordinary mind so afraid Because unfortunately extraordinary's Just not good enough today Because deep down inside I can see a tragedy But was it something that happened Or just you're inner beauty? A beauty that you cannot see Something that you cannot grasp Because you all think that you're so ugly And hide behind an uglier mask And I look deep down inside To look at what you have to hide And I expect to peer in and find A mass amount of saddened pride Some wonderful feeling that you chide Some secret that you will not confide But instead I peer in only to find A saddened soul wanting to die |
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