Poetry in Moments of Despair

I used to write poetry all the time....when I was sad.  Nothing comes to me anymore.  Not in poetry form anyways.  And my poems have to rhyme....free verse just doesn't seem like poetry to me.  Poetry has a rhythm to it.  If not it is just a story.  Here are some of my favorites:

This wasn't written for my recent ex..it was for the one before...sad how it fit the second one as well....at least I am consistent in my bad choices

After the talk

Who am i

Am i quiet and shy

He wants to know

Maybe high or low

The little brother they all wish they had

Not quite happy, not quite sad

Or the sexy and cute boy

Pain mingled in with the joy

Not really knowing what he wants to be

Out in the distance there is she

Him filling the void with one night stands

Her offering her heart, putting out her hands

She wants to make it all right

They go through one more lonely night

He won't admit there is anything wrong

This has been going on for so long

She wants this to be so badly

To love him truly, deeply, madly

He hopes his silence is getting through

He knows what he must do

Her hope keeps her sad

Her dreams are destined to be bad

He wants to love anyone but she

He just wants to be

Is there anyway to work this out

Dispel all the fear and doubt

Can she care less, him a little more

Decide for once to open or shut the door



Insanity was my friend for awhile.  Sometimes it is hard to remember how dark I got. Sometimes it is good to remember so that I don't ever go there again

The struggle

Lost little girl with the pretty eyes

With the sound of silence she cries

Struggling once again with the fight

“Why can’t this ever be right?”

Trying so hard with happiness inked on her back

But still soon the demons come to attack

Calling her “the bitch” and “the cunt”

The spider of death they place on her front

Fighting hard against the dark power

Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour

Angels of light trying in vain

Is there any hope in her staying sane?

This one is my favorite.  Not sure why but it is...Eventually I helped myself...that was the lesson learned.  No one else can save you.

Help

The attack is coming fast

So much more than in the past

Darkness descending down on me

Black and gray is all I see

Reaching out for a hand

So tired I can no longer stand

The one I want most to help does not care

Knowing this is too much to bear

Can’t you pretend for just a little longer

Stay with me until I am a stronger

Help dry the tears that I shed

Provide the strength to get me out of bed

Talk me down from the ledge

Push me back from the edge

Keep all the monsters away

If not there is nothing left for me to say