I don't know why I'm crying
Don't know the reason
these damn tears are falling
I'm not sad or maybe.... I am?
I'm feeling like this for a while
I don't remember exactly since when.
I want to talk but what would I say
Can't say anything more than a, 'Hey'
......
My eyes whirl as I try to wrap my head around it
My brains scramble as they attempt to understand it
Nothing makes sense anymore, it’s no use to try
All I can do now is stand here and cry
Everyone’s left me and left no reason why
Confusion envelops me as the end runs nigh
I’m left here in sorrow, in isolation so cold
Apology does nothing, so it is here I fold.
Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
......
I don’t know what love is,
I don’t know how it feels.
Is it wanting your lips on mine?
Or is it something more real?
I’m confused,
I’m blowing this out of proportion.
It’s like I’ve never met anybody else,
Oh, god I’m so desperate.
Waiting for hours on end,
Consumed by my so-called fantasy.
......
Watch the sky stumble.
As the clouds bundle,
Let them all fumble.
For such ignorant blunder.
Just a little rumble.
Jolting a crackle.
And it'll all crumble.
The water pringles-(to tingle persistently or annoyingly).
......
Fallen leaves
A lack of green
My brush strokes on the canvas
I paint the sands in all it's Tanness
Cactus thorns and rows of corn
Snow and rain
Confusing pain
Light with no sun and Laughter with no fun
I'm not understanding
Trees in the sand
......
Zelfs de dood weet geen raad
met mijn sterven.
Ik ben al zo vaak verdwenen in gedachten
dat verdwijnen zelf
niets nieuws meer lijkt te zijn.
Mijn lichaam blijft
maar iets in mij is allang op weg.
Niet naar een einde,
maar naar een plaats zonder vorm.
......
I don't know why I'm crying
Don't know the reason
these damn tears are falling
I'm not sad or maybe.... I am?
I'm feeling like this for a while
I don't remember exactly since when.
I want to talk but what would I say
Can't say anything more than a, 'Hey'
......
My eyes whirl as I try to wrap my head around it
My brains scramble as they attempt to understand it
Nothing makes sense anymore, it’s no use to try
All I can do now is stand here and cry
Everyone’s left me and left no reason why
Confusion envelops me as the end runs nigh
I’m left here in sorrow, in isolation so cold
Apology does nothing, so it is here I fold.
Crowds press forward,
but no one looks up.
The air is thick with motion,
yet nothing moves inside.
Screens glow in every hand,
faces flicker like fading neon.
Laughter echoes off glass,
hollow,as if borrowed from somewhere else.
......