this describes itself
I take a breath and think of what could have been
I stand here, alone, naked, without sight
I walk without stepping, turn without turning
I am ready to fade into the background
But I only seem to disconnect in the face of adversity
I see the face of who I want to be
Yet I yarn to become myself again
I am standing with my hand against the wall
Pushing myself down whenever I become high
High with the life forces around me
I linger outside in the wind
I feel the breath of you
Gently pushing my hair to and fro
Even though I know you cause me more pain the anything else
I let you into me
Turning into an empty shell
Looking through my eyes, which are controlled by you
My whole body feels strange
It's like I am looking at myself from the outside
My head is spinning out of control
I feel the words coming up into my mouth
I try to stop but I can't
You are not real; you will be somewhere else instead of here
If only I believed in myself more
Then I wouldn't be sucked into your crazy world
I would stand up against the pressure you put me through
You are not from this world
Instead you are a flightless angel from the depths of hell's kitchen
Sent to through me off my course
I am taken in by your image of darkness hidden by the fake light
You take me to place I never thought I would go
Yet I have broken away from you
I am still here and you are not
I am still the person with high morals
You are still the person trying to recruit young girls and deceit them with your smile
Overwhelming them with brilliant ideas but I know what you are really like
You are nothing but a demon with a pretty face
Always changing to become less obvious
Yarning to be a human with feeling
But to wrapped up in being immortal
I've been protected by something more powerful then you
Standing tall without flinching
I am not going to give into my emotions
I will not go back to the life you made me take
I am not the same person
I have changed
And to me
You do not exist
Poetry by skye saddington
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 12:56
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Unwritten Book
I turn the pages of my unwritten bookI take a breath and think of what could have been
I stand here, alone, naked, without sight
I walk without stepping, turn without turning
I am ready to fade into the background
But I only seem to disconnect in the face of adversity
I see the face of who I want to be
Yet I yarn to become myself again
I am standing with my hand against the wall
Pushing myself down whenever I become high
High with the life forces around me
I linger outside in the wind
I feel the breath of you
Gently pushing my hair to and fro
Even though I know you cause me more pain the anything else
I let you into me
Turning into an empty shell
Looking through my eyes, which are controlled by you
My whole body feels strange
It's like I am looking at myself from the outside
My head is spinning out of control
I feel the words coming up into my mouth
I try to stop but I can't
You are not real; you will be somewhere else instead of here
If only I believed in myself more
Then I wouldn't be sucked into your crazy world
I would stand up against the pressure you put me through
You are not from this world
Instead you are a flightless angel from the depths of hell's kitchen
Sent to through me off my course
I am taken in by your image of darkness hidden by the fake light
You take me to place I never thought I would go
Yet I have broken away from you
I am still here and you are not
I am still the person with high morals
You are still the person trying to recruit young girls and deceit them with your smile
Overwhelming them with brilliant ideas but I know what you are really like
You are nothing but a demon with a pretty face
Always changing to become less obvious
Yarning to be a human with feeling
But to wrapped up in being immortal
I've been protected by something more powerful then you
Standing tall without flinching
I am not going to give into my emotions
I will not go back to the life you made me take
I am not the same person
I have changed
And to me
You do not exist
Poetry by skye saddington
Read 500 times
Written on 2006-11-11 at 12:56
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