Behind My Words

Tuesday, 17 October 2006

Why Ask?
Mood:

don't ask
Now Playing: None
I’m having a bad mood today, this week, this month, this year!
Some days it hides it self away, Harbored in my fear.
Other days its irritation, little things that make me freak!
Or the days that are so sad, I barely want to speak.
I’ve had happy days before, so far back and long ago
I think I can remember the smile, but not what made it so.
I think it was a friend, a boy, a time, or a place.
I can’t really recall this time; I can’t even see their face
Or remember why I smiled, or why it went away
All I know is what is now; I am having a bad day.

Posted by poetry/behindmywords at 5:20 AM
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Why Ask?
Mood:

don't ask
Now Playing: None
Topic: Poem
I’m having a bad mood today, this week, this month, this year!
Some days it hides it self away, Harbored in my fear.
Other days its irritation, little things that make me freak!
Or the days that are so sad, I barely want to speak.
I’ve had happy days before, so far back and long ago
I think I can remember the smile, but not what made it so.
I think it was a friend, a boy, a time, or a place.
I can’t really recall this time; I can’t even see their face
Or remember why I smiled, or why it went away
All I know is what is now; I am having a bad day.

Posted by poetry/behindmywords at 5:19 AM
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She Made Me Stone
Mood:

crushed out
Now Playing: none
Yesterday I fell to the floor
When no one was around
With a pain I could not ignore
No one hears a sound

And I told no one that it happened
Because I hate to feel weak
I would rather lie and pretend
Then feel helpless and so meek

Because I grew up feeling that way
And I refuse to go back
To the pain that filled those days
Colorless, cold and black

She pinned me in a corner
And stood above me with suck power
I couldn’t fight from being cornered
I hate to relive those hours

Now I barely show my tears
Only true pain may bring them on
I bottle and control my fears
And helpless is so far gone

I fight back and don’t show them
When emotions are coming up
I never get close to commend
Guys rarely get the full close-up

Because I refuse to go back
And have you control my heart
Conformity is something I finally lack
And I refuse to fall had have to restart

Posted by poetry/behindmywords at 5:11 AM
Updated: Tuesday, 17 October 2006 5:18 AM
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