Saturday, January 24, 2009

Words

I have new scratches on my wrist. I have no idea where they came from but im just noticing it. I know I had something red on my wrist earlier this week but I didnt know what it was..I guess it was blood. I think my skin is too soft. Its not good to bruise and cut yourself so easily. Lastnight me and my brother watched "Max Payne". It was an ok movie, but I guess I thought it would be more too it than it was. I kept waiting for something to happen that never did, lol. I dont know exactly what I expected but it wasnt this. Anyway, I was looking thru some of my old poems today and I came across this one. Im sure I probably posted this here before but I like it so im posting it again.


Last night it felt like it
Like I needed just one hit
Or I would go crazy
If I have to do without it I just get lazy
when I feel I might loose myself
detache from the world itself
tears on the brim of my eyes
as something inside me dies
Lost inside my own padded cell
Why does earth sometimes feel like hell
unloose the noose around my neck
deny me my needs, drown in neglect
lastnight i felt like giving in
the lines they crossed were very thin
they bleed into bricks and walls
Being pushed but just wont budge at all
Lastnight I felt like giving up
Felt like shattering my empty cup
Thats when I felt like it
Like I needed just one hit
Thought I was going crazy
Things started to get hazy
Just when things were getting a little to deep
Me and my troubles fell asleep

6 comments:

Tabby said...

I like your poem! Start wearing gloves at work your poor skin. I did not like Max Payne I went to bed before the ending, just like you I thought it would be better. Enjoy your Saturday

Winivere said...

So you keep scratching yourself... LOL @ that sounds like a guy thang. LMAO
XX

sober white women said...

That is a great poem! I wish I could write.
Kelli

ADM DESIGN'S said...

Great poem!

Cheryl said...

I hated Max Payne. Worst video-game based movie ever.

Awesome poem.
I have no poetry writing skill

Missy said...

I didn't care much for Max Payne. It scared Antonio though lol.

Throw Snowflake out of the room at night. It'd gotta be her unless you're doing it to yourself but I doubt that. You've already woken up to her doing stuff. Damn cat.

That poem was beautiful.

*M*